[Art by ToonytheCartoonie, a really great friend of mine :D ]
Dutch couldn't fall back asleep after his night terror, it's been a bit frequent lately, this voice... calling to him yet not knowing what said message is suppose to be. He can't get a goods night rest; He sits at his kitchen table, looking at his reflection in his luke-warm coffee. Way later on today he's going over to the center of the village and lend a couple of paint bottles out to Sackboy, he knows he likes to paint outside for everyone to see, he was running out of a couple of colors so he figured he drop by to let him borrow some. Help him out with distracting himself from the latest reoccurring nightmare.
After awhile of staring into nothing but his reflection, Dutch got up and walked over to the sink, and dumped his coffee down the drain and left cup there.
He would go to his loft and open the closet, picking out an outfit and putting it on, then going to the mirror to brush and style the puffy Mohawk. Once he gets the tangles out and hair styled the way he likes it, he heads back down and goes to the chair he hanged his coat on. He picked it up and softly sighed. "A bit damp still... I think I'll live." He mumbled to himself as he put the coat on, shivering slightly. He would go sit on his small couch and pick up a book he left on the coffee table awhile ago. A simple premise about two people on different sides of the fight falling in love. He was a bit of a hopeless romantic, finding the drama of the whole book entertaining yet clique, sometimes he understood the villians ambition, it seems rather silly that most if not all villians turn to good in the end, why not be evil together? The idea of chaos is something he likes to think about but others don't seem to appreciate, he loves everything that comes with it.
He reads through it with a small smile, reading through until it is late enough in the day that he should go out. He put the book back down on the coffee table, getting up and stretching. "I will be back for you Johnathon Green..." He promised to the book, he got the paints and put them in a bag, leaving home and heading towards the plaza.
The plaza was bustling with many sack-folks, some skateboarding, crafting, strolling, and socializing. Sackboy was painting away, his canvas had him and all of his friends behind a big rocket. Dutch approached him, waving with a smile.
"Hey there Picasso, I remember you were running low so I'm gonna let ya borrow some of my colors." He opened his bag and Sackboy gasped with delight as he skipped towards the bag, grabbing the paints. Dutch looked at his canvas, he frowned a little, he wasn't even on there, but then again Dutch isn't all that close to Sackboy as the rest of the others are but it still felt a bit hurtful for some reason. "Its looking good so far." Dutch complemented. "I'd paint out here too if I could." Dutch's paintings were off-putting to the average sackling, some say its nightmare-ish but Dutch is fascinated with those matters more then flowers, clouds and rainbows and the whole dreamscape of things.
A loud thunder from the sky broke the happy peace of the town, everyone looked around in confusion, then looking up. It was clear skies out, clearly it wasn't a storm... but what..?
The blue sky gets split open, two gloved purple hands emerge through and pull it apart with a loud tear, and out emerges a jester with a striped face, and fierce glowing bright eyes. Dutch stepped back a little, this thing was huge.
"OOOHHHH!!! I do love a warm welcome!" The people start to panic.
That voice. It couldn't be the same voice, it couldn't be... this jester was taking a step out from the rip he made in the sky, moving the hot air balloons that were flying in the sky, out of his way. "That look of pure terror!" He finally steps his foot into the town, dead smack in the plaza square, the people scrambling away in fear, or hiding.
"Ohhh it gives me a tingly feeling~"
Dutch shivered, hiding behind the fountain with two others as he watched this figure, in shock at the possibility that this thing may be his nightmare come true.
Sackboy looked petrified as the jester snakes his way behind him quickly. "Don't tell me you dont recognize your old pal Vex?" Dutch watched intently, "Vex... Vex..." the name sounded so familiar but he couldn't put his plushed finger on it, he felt like he read about this particular character.
This Vex suddenly appears in front of two sacklings attempting to flee, but falling on their butts as the scramble back, holding each other as he terrorizes them. "Y'know... bringer of nightmares..? Master of the Uproar~"
He sprang up, extending his arms out, the bells on his... ears? Ears. Jesterly ears jingled softly. "Life of the party!"
Vex looked down upon the trembling people of the plaza. Dutch seemed more shocked then scared, he should've known, he's read about him a tad, a God of nightmares and fear, a chaotic being that no one likes to talk about with all of Vex and his intentions unless it's used on younger sacklings so they can behave and treat others nicely. Dutch wonders if Vex has something to do with these constant nightmares he's having. Dutch felt himself cower when it felt like Vex was gazing down at him.
"I come here to give you a very exciting opportunity!" He speaks to Sackboy, but it sounds like hes talking to Dutch, turning and then flying over to perch on the clock tower. "No really, youre gonna love it!" Vex grinned, the clock chimed loudly, it sounded dreary even creepy.
"I call it, the Topsy Turver!" He made a bright ball of energy come from his hand, throwing it out in front of people to see a vision of a terrifying machine made of absolute nightmares. Dutch was drawn to this machine, fascinated with it, and how it moved, it's design...
It's something new to him that he's so refreshed by. Sackboy on the other hand looked terrified of this abomination.
"It'll bring excitement, fear, terror! All the good stuff!" The energy ball bursts into a thick smog, causing the people surrounding it to cough and attempt to clear it away from them, including Dutch.
"I already have the plans!" He held out this scroll, showing it off.
"I just need a few willing jovial volunteers." Dutch's eyes widen with wonderment as he watched Vex's threaded arm and hand morphing into a large vacuum shape funnel.
Vex raises the imaginary eyebrows he has pointing the funnel arm up in the air, a large portal, spinning with a pattern of striped red and purple appears behind him.
"So what do you say? Ready to make history?"
A sudden loud noise erupted the plaza, the sound of loud suction. "Of course you are~" He pointed the arm down, Dutch watched as one, then two sacklings get sucked up into the vacuum, and sent through the portal to the machine. Dutch ran over to Sackboy immediately, trying to avoid the current pathway of getting sucked up. However when Dutch was getting closer, Sackboy ran off to try to save another fellow sackling, unfortunately this sackling got sucked up like the rest. Dutch didn't want Sackboy to be next, he started to run faster.
"Well youre just adorable." Vex said in a condescending tone as he looked down at Sackboy. But then noticed the supposedly stupidly braved sackling grabbing Sackboy and holding on to a piece of debris. "Oho, someones trying to be a hero! Well, the more the merrier!" He said nonchalantly, like he was shrugging it off.
The pulling from the vacuum was getting stronger and stronger by the second, if they didn't get out of there fast, they were gonna be going through that portal, Vex was laughing, distracted as the plans slip out of that careless hand. Sackboy gestured to it to Dutch, then it clicked. "I'm gonna throw you over there, you get out of here and figure out how to stop all this. I'll be right behind you." Dutch was making up that last bit to give some confidence to Sackboy.
He would push himself and toss Sackboy as far as he can. Sackboy bounced off of something, grabbed the map, then smacked into the rocket ship. Dutch was floating a little before dropping to the ground, seemingly Vex trying to get Sackboy.
"GO!" Dutch yelled. Despite Sackboy not wanting to, he was left no choice, getting in. "The Uproar is coming... you can't stop it..!" Vex said, to be intimidating. Sackboy started to blast off, Vex laughed as he watched. Dutch thought while he's focused on that he'll just slink away.
"And where do you think you're going, sacker?" Dutch felt himself getting picked up, gripped in a fist, and being face to face to this Master of the Uproar. "That was cute what you did there but you dont even know what you just did." Vex frowned, shifting his hand to pinch the jacket that is on Dutch. Vex being amused by the sudden squabble and attempt to fight.
"You're rather interesting. Not as terrified as the rest." He chuckled.
"I could say the same, more ugly then the villians I see." Dutch insulted, he gasped for air when Vex held him in a fist again, slightly squeezing him. "Rather rude to say to someone after they give you such a golden opportunity." Dutch raises a brow at him.
"Yeah the idea of working till my stitching bursts isn't my idea of golden opportunity."
Dutch replied, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, Vex started to levitate, laying in the air and sitting as he slowly starts to back into his portal. "I was thinking of something else in mind for you."
That's chapter 2!! Hopefully maybe I can continue with a 3rd chapter if my motivation serves me well!!
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Fanfictionit's an oc x Canon loool - - Poor ol Dutch, he can't seem to fit in with everyone else in the village, when he's just about had enough of the teasing and mess ups, he's met with a opportunity, and he takes it.
