Post by Dreamchild on Oct 30, 2011 22:22:34 GMT -8
Abracadabra
Written by Joseph Label
Based on characters created by The Walt Disney Company and Studio Ghibli
Prologue
Salem, Massachusetts. 1693. All Hallows Eve
Come, little children
I’ll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come, little children
The time’s come to play
Here in my garden of magic
Written by Joseph Label
Based on characters created by The Walt Disney Company and Studio Ghibli
Prologue
Salem, Massachusetts. 1693. All Hallows Eve
Come, little children
I’ll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come, little children
The time’s come to play
Here in my garden of magic
A haggard, old woman allowed a hypnotized little girl to enter a dilapidated cottage. The woman was very old, her gray hair thick and unkempt. Her facial structure was vertical and narrow, and even in her old age she had a prominent chin, with a hairy mole on the right side. As she allowed the girl to enter the cottage first, she eyed the child with a cruel grin, and she licked her rancid, yellow teeth.
Both entered the modest cottage. The old woman, whose purple cloak with a pointed hood covered most of her body, locked the door behind her, and then heard a bird chirping just outside the opened window. She approached the window and smiled invitingly to the bird, and held out a lone, bony finger for said bird to perch on. It did, and the delicate creature tweeted melodically. The old woman, named Sarah, gently stroked the side of the bird’s head with her thumb, moaning femininely. Then she snapped the bird’s neck with that same thumb, cackled giddily, and threw the dead bird behind her, over her shoulder.
Two other old, similarly haggard women forced the spellbound girl onto a chair. The heavyset woman with a sideways mouth felt something strike her back. Upon learning that the youngest of the three hags threw a bird’s corpse at her, the plump woman, named Mary, picked up said bird and placed it on a counter. “‘Tis food for later!” Mary’s cloak was similar to Sarah’s, except her preferred color was red.
The eldest of the three sisters, Winifred, and in a green cloak, was too distracted by the little girl to care about some bird. She ran the backside of her long, sharp fingernails against the girl’s cheek and grinned. The most distinguishing feature on her face was her very large, protruding buck teeth, which resembled a rabbit’s.
“Hello, little one,” Winifred said to the little girl. The child’s eyes were wide and lacked pupils, which proved that Sarah was a dependable siren.
The child was stripped of her senses. She was just a puppet, waiting to be manipulated. She was very still, and made no attempt to escape her predicament. “Thank you for… volunteering,” said Winifred. Her eyes crinkled as a chuckle filled her throat.
The sound of the ceaseless bubbling of the sisters’ large cauldron returned Winifred to her task. She swiftly approached her most prized possession: a large, disturbingly-crafted book with a closed eyelid on the right side. “Wake up, my darling,” she affectionately said to the book, with the same loving tenderness a crazy cat lady shows to her favorite feline. “We have to finish our spell…” The book’s eyelid quivered and slowly lifted to reveal a large eyeball with a green iris. “Oh, hello, my darling! There you are!”
Winifred’s attitude flipped completely. “Mary!”
Mary immediately knew what was to be done. “Coming, Winnie!” She took an oversized, wooden ladle and stirred the heinous contents of the cauldron. As she stirred she glared accusingly at Sarah. “I notice sister Sarah isn’t helping.”
Sarah glared back and leaned forward, her face contorting into an immature pout. “I lured the child here!”
An annoyed Winifred tugged Mary’s closest ear. “Leave her be, Mary! Sarah hath done her chore!”
Mary moaned in pain and returned to the cauldron timidly as soon as Winifred released her grip. “You’re right! I’m wrong!” But the red-clothed witch barked (literally) at Sarah anyway, and the latter hissed defensively.
Winifred’s eyes swelled in anticipation, her focus solely on her book. She flicked her hands in the air as gracefully as an old bag could manage. The book snapped open, and its pages fluttered in blinding speed, until it stopped conveniently on the page Winifred sought for. “Sisters, ‘tis time!” She trailed her index finger’s nail along the page’s contents, reciting aloud. “Bring to a full rolling bubble. Add two drops of oil and boil.” Mary added the ingredients to the cauldron as her elder sister announced them. “Mix blood of owl with the herb that’s red. Turn three times, pluck a hair from thy head. Add a dash of pox and a dead man’s toe.” Winifred grinned to her sisters. “Add a dead man’s toe, and make it a fresh one!”
Sarah squealed and hopped around the cauldron in joyous song and dance. “Dead man’s toe! Dead man’s toe, add a dead man’s toe! Dead, dead, dead, dead-dead-dead-dead!”
Mary was the witch who retrieved the toe from the pantry. She brought the severed toe to her upper lip and inhaled it admiringly, before dropping it into the cauldron. “Fresh one!” On her way back to the pantry, she playfully tossed another severed toe at Sarah, an act that started a ‘toe war’ between the two. They both giggled as they hurled toes and fingers from the pantry at each other, until one such toe landed on Winifred’s shoulder.
Winifred brushed off the toe and scowled at her foolish siblings. “Will you two stop that?! I need to concentrate!”
“Sorry, Winnie,” the two sisters whined simultaneously.
Eventually, the cauldron was ready for the final ingredient. “Sisters!” Winifred’s voice fluctuated. “Gather ‘round!” She continued when the trio huddled around the cauldron. “One thing more and all is done. Add a bit of thine own tongue.” In unison, the three sisters bit small chunks of their tongues and spat them into the brew, and immediately the cauldron hissed and the potion turned a light shade of green. The liquid became illuminant, and Mary marveled over the creation.
“Oh, Winnie! Thou art divine!”
Winifred grinned maniacally. “‘Tis ready for tasting! One drop of this and her life will be all mine!” Mary and Sarah made a quizzical look at their oldest sister, who immediately corrected herself. “I mean ours! Ours!”
Sarah squirmed in excitement, clenching her hands into fists. “Oh, let’s do it!”
Winifred took the oversized wooden ladle and scooped up a hefty amount of the potion. The three wicked hags approached the girl, not wasting a moment. “All right, girl,” Winifred growled. “Open up your mouth.”
Sarah and Mary stood by the hypnotized girl’s sides and held her mouth open. Winifred forced the liquid into the child’s mouth, and the girl obediently swallowed. Soon her skin brightened eerily, and illuminated like a flickering candle. Her body appeared ghostly, but was still tangible—a truly magical and eerie sensation. But this sensation was second nature to evil witches.
Winifred tossed back the ladle, but her eyes remained on the doomed girl. “Ahhhh… ‘Tis her life force, sisters. The potion works! Take my hands, we shall share her.”
Mary and Sarah chortled as each took one of their eldest sister’s hands. “Oh, Winnie, how generous of thee,” complimented Mary.
The threesome stepped closer to the girl and started to inhale her life force through their mouths, making obnoxious sucking noises through their lips. Mary belched after devouring a hefty amount of life force. By draining the girl’s life force, they murdered her in the process; her skin gradually wrinkled as she aged rapidly and unnaturally. Most of her teeth fell out of her mouth in her aging, and her brown hair lengthened and turned a grayish white. When her life force was completely drained, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she hunched forward, collapsing roughly to the floor, instantly dead.
The witches were too elated to notice the mess that the murdered child made. And even if they did notice it, they wouldn’t have cared. Winifred took a mirror and was pleased with her reflection. “Sisters, behold!”
Sarah threw back her cloak and ran her fingers through her healthy, long, blond hair. She had changed from an old hag to a sexually attractive young woman. She wore a self-made bodice with long sleeves attached. The bodice was very tight fitting, and pushed up her breasts to form a large cleavage. Under her top she wore a long but tight-fitting skirt, but the skirt was not connected to her top, and so part of her midriff was visible, especially whenever she lifted her arms over her head. “I am beautiful!” Sarah erupted. “Boys will love me!” Her facial structure was still thin and vertical, almost like a horse, yet she still somehow managed to be sexy. Her skin was pale white, and she had a beauty mark on the right side of her chin.
Mary also examined herself in the mirror. She was overweight, but not quite obese. Her dress was more modest than Sarah’s, but nevertheless Mary’s dress revealed much of her cleavage, especially whenever she bent over, or brought her arms together (but she had a large bust because of her weight, anyway). Her clothes were different shades of red and was a full dress, with the skirt attached to the top. She had a black mole on her right cheek line and three tiny moles on left side of her face, which almost resembled a constellation. The first mole started on her left cheek, and the third was just before the left side of her chin. The second mole was between the two. But Mary’s most distinguishable facial trait was her deeply red lips that were tugged to the right. Her sideways mouth was especially noticeable any time she smiled or spoke. Her black yet nearly purple hair resembled a twisty cornucopia. “We’re young!” she beamed. She laughed the way she always laughed: very wheezy, with harshness in her breath instead of an actual normal giggle.
Winifred was the least thrilled. She examined her face on the mirror. Her two front teeth remained ludicrously huge, and protruded from under her upper lip even when her mouth was closed. She had no eyebrows, and only the center of her lips were red (the rest of her lips were pale). Her hair was large and puffy, and reddish orange. She was also pale like her sisters, but her cheeks were noticeably pink. Winifred’s clothes were mostly green and purple, as well as the most intricate of the sisters. Her purple dress was tight fitting and with gold lacing. On top of her dress was a green overcoat with long, flowing fabrics attached to her sleeves. Her coat had elaborate gold stitching and designs all over. All three witches had jewelry in the forms of necklaces and rings.
“Well, younger.” Winifred’s sour mood soon passed and triumph sprang forth. “But, it’s a start! Hahahaha!”
The three revitalized sisters joined hands and spiraled in a slow, merry dance. “Oh, Winifred, thou art a mere sprig of a girl!” said Mary.
“Liar!” replied Winifred. “But I shall be a sprig forever, once I suck out the life of all the children in Salem!”
Their joy was short lived, because there came a loud and violent pounding on their door. Then all of their windows were filled with a bright orange; behind the windows burned the torches of Salem’s denizens. But even the flames couldn’t rival the burning hatred the townspeople had for these witches.
“Open!”
“Witches!”
“Daughters of darkness!”
“Open this door!”
Windows were shattered by rocks, and the door was practically being torn off its hinges. The townspeople obviously intended to kill the witches. Why the sisters weren’t already pursued and hanged, no one could say.
“Quick!” Winifred gasped. “Hide the child!” Mary covered the deceased girl with a dusty blanket, even though she knew it wouldn’t do any good. The threesome ran to the door and called out to the angry villagers outside. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist!” Winifred shouted harshly. “We are just three kindly, old spinster ladies!”
Mary continued the charade. “Spending, uh, a quiet evening at home!”
Sarah instantly blew what little cover they had. “Sucking the lives out of little children!”
Winifred growled and strangled her youngest sister, just before the door tore off completely.
“Winifred Sanderson!” shouted the Puritan. He clutched the Holy Bible tightly, his knuckles white from his grip. He trembled in sheer anger.
Winifred, however, was nonchalant and feigned innocence. “Yes?” She and her sisters had nooses affixed around their necks. Their hands were bound, and as the subjects of a public execution, they were just a moment away from death. The safety of the barrels they stood on would only provide comfort for just another minute. How embarrassing, Winifred thought, to be hanged on her favorite dead tree, in front of her own home!
“Thou and thy sisters have slain a child,” continued the holy man.
“We did?” Winifred pretended to gasp. Sarah giggled.
“And thou hast devoured her life. Her mother and father, present, wish to know.” He gestured to the devastated couple, who held each other and sobbed profusely. “Why hast thou done thy deed?”
Winifred feigned sympathy to the deceased girl’s parents. “Oh, she was thy daughter? I’m sorry… if thou came earlier, we would have shared! She was quite sumptuous!”
The sisters erupted in cackle, complimenting a roar of thunder high above.
The holy man trembled even more. His eyes burned with contempt, and he was more than ready to call for the death of Salem’s worst sisters. “Hast thou any last words?”
“Yes,” Sarah said giddily. She moved her head around, trying to scratch her neck. “This is terribly uncomfortable.”
“Sisters,” Winifred said, “sing. Ah…”
“Ah…” joined Sarah.
“Ah…” Mary sang. The three formed an eerie harmony. “Thrice I with mercury purify, and spit upon the twelve tables.” The sisters spat in three directions as the angry mob shrieked and covered their ears.
“Listen to them not!” cried an anthropomorphic Puritan duck. Ducks were the most common anthropomorphic animals in Salem.
A young boy carrying Winifred’s book released his grip in order to cover his ears. The book plopped on the ground and snapped open, quickly turning to the page that would assist the Sanderson sisters: spells to resurrect the dead.
“Ah!” Winifred exhaled in excitement. “Fools, all of you!” She eyed the angry mob before her, addressing all of them. “My ungodly book speaks to you! On All Hallows Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground! Listen well! We shall be back! And the lives of all the children will be mine! Ahahahahaha!”
The thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed, as the sisters cackled victoriously. They continued laughing until the barrels were released, and the Sanderson sisters dropped. Their necks snapped instantly, and they dangled and swayed. The witches’ shoes, Winifred’s green and black-striped stockings, Sarah’s bare legs, and Mary’s black stockings were a better sight than the vacant expressions on their dead faces.
After that night, the Sanderson sisters were continually discussed, but over the centuries—like many legends—they were claimed by many to be an urban legend, or a myth. Their possessions were preserved and exhibited in their cottage, which eventually became a museum, remarkably. But in time, only a few genuinely believed that the possessions were legitimate, and that the sisters really existed. To many, the Sanderson sisters and the legend surrounding them was just a bunch of hocus pocus.
Part I
Epcot City, Calisota. Present. Halloween
Epcot City, Calisota. Present. Halloween
Alice Liddell was thirteen-years-old on that Halloween night. On the surface, Alice seemed to be a prim and kindly British girl. She had lived in England for most of her life, but moved to Epcot City at the age of twelve to attend the prestigious St. Blair Academy. She returned home to her family on occasion, mostly during the summer, but for the most part she made new friends in Calisota, and spent most of her free time with them. But her friends were not ordinary and in St. Blair: Alice was secretly a member of the Dream League. Her alias was Dreamchild, and she was one of the founding members (though not the leader). She was one of the youngest human members of the team, but she was psychically-inclined and tremendously powerful in that regard. But she wasn’t Dreamchild tonight. This was her night to be a kid, before it became too late to act like one. Alice tried to act like a polite lady most of the time, but she was content to spend one night of the year acting upon indulgence. Besides, Alice very rarely got a chance to have fun with Halloween. Halloween is not a big deal in the United Kingdom at all, and she envied Americans for having such a truly fun holiday. And, of course, there was the candy.
That night, Alice was dressed like a little Sunshine. From the pink mask down to the pink boots, she looked almost uncannily like a younger Ray of Hope. Of course, Alice’s hair was much smoother and straighter than Sunshine’s golden, curvy tresses. Alice was still very young, but she was nevertheless in the process of becoming an attractive teenager. She had naturally red lips, a pleasant face, and deeply blue eyes that complimented her yellow hair. Her cuteness complimented her heavy English accent; she really was a young lady.
The Halloween-costumed Alice, holding her nearly full trick-or-treat bag, walked beside one of her best friends, Briar Rose. “Thank you so much for agreeing to join me, Rose! I know I thanked you before, but I’m really grateful.”
Briar Rose was just one of Princess Aurora’s pseudonyms. The sexually attractive yet extraordinarily humble girl of eighteen was the princess of the faraway, hidden kingdom of Eyvindria, and heir to the throne. With permission from her monarchal parents, she temporarily left her kingdom to use her powers for good, under the alias Sunshine. She ended up in Epcot City and remained, when she realized just how corrupted and amoral most of the city was. Of course, her Halloween costume was the least moral dress she had ever worn.
She was dressed like Marilyn Monroe. She was in a very flowing white dress that shimmered in the light, and its skirt billowed under as little as a puff of wind. Briar Rose’s hair was stylized like Monroe’s, too. She still had her distinctive bangs on the right side of her forehead and a large curl on the left, but the rest of her hair was fastened upright in Monroe’s style. Her willowy, shapely body complimented the dress very nicely.
Truth be told, this costume was not Sunshine’s idea. She normally disliked appearing so promiscuous in public. But Donald Duck insisted that she would love the costume, and because she liked Marilyn Monroe anyway (she was one of Briar Rose’s favorite actresses), it wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. Briar Rose later acknowledged that, yes, she actually felt happy in the costume… strangely happy. And when Briar Rose considered how so many women in America seemed to enjoy dressing more scandalous on Halloween (to the point of absurdity), she didn’t feel so out of place. Maybe Halloween was just an excuse to act naughtier?
Briar Rose, with her fake beauty mark and fake diamond earrings, smiled warmly down to one of her best friends in the whole world. “You’re welcome, Alice! I’m having fun.” Briar Rose, standing five feet and ten inches tall in high heels, was considerably taller than the five-foot-three-inches Alice.
“It’s a shame America seems to think you’re too old to trick-or-treat,” said Alice. She intended to mean that out of sympathy, but she regretted phrasing it that way, feeling rude.
Briar Rose shook her head, continuing to smile. “Oh, no, I don’t mind.” She playfully winked. “As long as you’re willing to share the candy, I don’t mind at all.”
Alice chuckled and then noticed that their friend, San, was lagging behind. She called over her shoulder. “San?”
“I’m here,” San replied. One of the moodier and distant members of the Dream League, San Hisaishi was a short Japanese-American woman, aged nineteen, standing five feet, three inches tall (matching Alice). What she lacked in height she made up for in combat. After witnessing the murder of her parents at a young age, a traumatized San fled to the vast forest neighboring the city, and was raised by the wolf gods of Calisota. (Epcot County, by freakish coincidence, had pretty much everything in it.) She was raised to be the ferocious defender of nature, She-Wolf. She eventually joined the Dream League, though she was cold and distant for a long time. She-Wolf and Dreamchild used to dislike each other, but over time their relationship evolved from antagonists to tolerated companions, and then, finally, to friends. Conversely, She-Wolf had always respected Sunshine, ever since the latter saved the former’s life (coincidentally, that was their first meeting).
On this Halloween night, San was pretty much forced to wear a stupid costume, just because Alice begged enough. San didn’t care what costume it would be and allowed Alice to choose. The latter chose the hero of one of her favorite movies, The Never Ending Story. As a result, San was a female Atreyu. She complimented the brown, leathery, Native Americanesque costume nicely with her exotic facial traits. Her Atreyu costume, of course, was altered to cover her whole body, and not have a large V-cut like in the original movie. Her costume was topped off with a sheathed fake knife, and a home-made medallion that resembled the AURYN from the movie rested on her chest. San was not a bombshell like Briar Rose, but she was beautiful in her own way, with her dark eyes, slender face, and dark brown hair that almost looked green in the night.
“Well, I think I’ll visit that last house down there, and then I’ll be done for the night,” said Alice.
“We have stopped at almost every home in this district,” Briar Rose agreed. “You outdid yourself this year!”
“Oh, yes!” Alice said cheerfully, looking inside her bag. “This is simply twice the amount I earned last year with Gosalyn and Arthur. Maybe even triple!” Alice giggled when remembering that previous Halloween. Getting Savage to scare the obnoxious Tank was priceless.
“What a pity they couldn’t join us tonight,” said Briar Rose lamentably.
“Mm-hm,” Alice agreed. “There’s hardly anyone… at home tonight. It’s almost just us.” She subtly referred to the Overlook.
“Weren’t we meeting Donald?” San asked, still behind the group. Her arms here folded on her chest as she walked. She was bored, but she didn’t admit it. Walking the Halloween streets wasn’t fun when you were too old to seek candy; watching someone trick-or-treat just wasn’t the same.
“Oh, yes,” Alice replied. “I told him to meet us by the bus stop at the end of this suburb.” The suburbs were always more peaceful than downtown, and the ideal spot for sweets… or tricks.
Briar Rose pointed as they arrived at the home. “Well, there’s that house.”
“Excuse me for a moment,” Alice said ladylike, before she approached the door and rang the bell.
A teenage boy with glasses and messy hair answered. He held a bowl of. “Hey! Nice Sunshine costume!”
“Thank you!” replied Alice.
“Is it just you out, tonight?” He asked this as he dropped a Reese’s in her bag, to make sure that she was alone and no one was hiding behind her.
“Oh, I’m with my friends.” She gestured behind, pointing to Marilyn Monroe and a very cute Indian.
The teenager blinked at the gorgeous chicks in disbelief, and then almost glared at the girl. “Lucky! Well, Happy Halloween.” Alice rejoined her group, and the boy watched her two friends until they were out of sight, paying particularly close attention to their legs. “Mmmpf!”
The three friends reached the bus stop which served as the rendezvous point. Donald had spent most of the night with his nephews, but when the boys spent were invited to spend the night at a friend’s house, the uncle decided to hang out with the friends he made from the Dream League. He called Alice and asked if he could join them, and they agreed. Nearly two years after the team formed, Duck Avenger, Dreamchild, Sunshine, and She-Wolf knew each other’s identities.
The girls didn’t know what Donald’s costume would be, and none of them recognized it when they saw it. He was in a beige jumpsuit that was covered in dirt and dust. On top of that, he had a grey jacket that was also deliberately tainted with dirt. But the most tattered part of the costume was his beige fedora. He also had a fake beard affixed under his bill, something under his pants to simulate oversized kneecaps, and he held a wooden staff with a wooden hand tied on the tip.
“And who are you supposed to be?” Briar Rose asked like a loving older sister.
“I’m Torgo,” Donald replied with a stutter and fake voice. “I take care of the place while the M-Master is away.”
“I’m sorry, but I have no idea what that is,” apologized Alice.
“Eh, he’s from Manos: The Hands of Fate,” Donald said in his natural, squeaky voice. “It’s the worst movie ever.”
“Then why are you dressed like it?” San asked. She was the least amused by the costume.
“‘Cause it’s the worst movie ever,” Donald replied dryly. “Nice Atreyu costume. Let me guess: Alice?” He eyed Alice suspiciously.
“Yeah,” San replied.
“I should have worn my Empress costume again this year, but…” She shrugged. “I love that movie… except the scene where Artax sinks in the swamp. I can’t watch that.”
“That was the funniest part! Whad’ya talking about?” Donald joked, much to the girl’s chagrin. “Hey! You got a lot’a candy this year. Can I please have some?”
“May I please have some?” Alice corrected.
“May I please have that bag before I steal it without asking nicely?” Donald rolled his eyes and reached into the bag, pulling out the first thing he felt. He popped it in his mouth, took a bite, screeched, and spat it out. “A penny! Yuck! Who the heck gives pennies to kids on Halloween?!”
“I suppose there is always ‘that house,’ Donald,” Alice replied, trying to not smile.
San smirked at the sight. She and Donald were the least friendly together, but over time they grew to respect each other much better than before. They alternated between tolerance and begrudging respect.
“Do you want some more candy?” Alice asked San. She reached into her bag and offered a small packet of candy corn. “I know candy corn is your favorite!”
The little girl was correct. San had a soft spot for candy corn because they were her favorite candy as a little girl. They reminded her of… Setting her feelings aside, San took the packet, tore it open, and quickly ate its contents. “Thank you,” she said with the food still in her mouth.
“I really like white chocolate,” Briar Rose said. “But it’s rare.”
“Do you know white chocolate isn’t actually chocolate?” Alice asked while she retrieved a Butterfingers. She preferred milk chocolate, but she also liked Butterfingers.
“Yes,” Briar Rose replied proudly. “But I still think it’s delicious.”
“I like the darker chocolates,” Donald said. “And bitter, sometimes semisweet.”
“Well, I have a Ghirardelli Square here,” Alice said as she retrieved it and handed it to the duck.
“Thanks!” Donald ate it promptly.
Alice then handed a packet of Reese’s Pieces to Briar Rose. Chocolate and peanut butter was a match made in heaven, Rose would argue. “Oh, thank you, Alice! I’m also fond of Reese’s.” As the foursome ate the candy Briar Rose thought for a moment. “What shall we do now?”
“Well…” Donald tilted his left wrist and checked his watch. On the surface it looked like an ordinary watch, but it was actually a special watch made especially for the Dreamers. “It’s seven. You got somewhere to be?”
Alice shook her head, smiling. “I’m happy that this year’s Halloween happened to be on a Saturday. I already finished all of my homework last night, so I don’t have to go to bed early!”
“I’m sure all the children in Epcot are happy,” Briar Rose said warmly. “They can stay up late, and spend time with friends… this is only the second time I’ve experienced Halloween, but I do like this holiday.”
“Yeah! I like Halloween, too,” Donald agreed. “I like the horror movies, and the excuse to act bad! Heh-heh.”
“And me, too!” said Alice. “I only wish it was a major holiday, so school would be cancelled.”
All eyes fell on the quietest member, San. The short woman with even shorter hair rolled her eyes and shrugged. “… It’s fine, I guess.”
Donald was about to retort, but he felt something vibrate. “My phone. Just a second.” He stepped away and answered the call. “Hello?”
“DA,” said an adult, masculine voice. “This is Tron.”
“Tron?” Donald whispered harshly. He instinctively turned and cupped his bill, as if it could block his voice from being heard by anyone else in close proximity. “What’s wrong?”
Alice, Briar Rose, and San looked at each other. They instantly knew this was Dream League business.
“I’m picking up strange readings from the museum’s security feed,” replied the program. “Someone is inside the museum now.” Tron was a security program in the Dream League’s supercomputer, back in the Overlook Mansion (or the Dream League’s headquarters). When the team’s first artificial intelligence, the MCP, betrayed the heroes and attempted to overtake Epcot City, some of the heroes were digitized. With Tron’s assistance, they defeated the MCP, and freed their operating system from ruthless control. Tron was elected as the new artificial intelligence, and he happily and fiercely served the team ever since. The supercomputer was housed in a special room inside the mansion, and the mansion was located on a secluded island not far from Calisota’s shoreline. “Someone is in there.”
“Maybe it’s just a security guard?” Donald suggested.
“No, I don’t think so. The guard with that access never showed up. The readings I’m picking up indicates someone different—a worker, who shouldn’t be there at this time. I don’t think he belongs there.”
“Oh, well. Thanks, Tron. We’ll check it out.” Donald hung up and sighed. “Duty calls.”
Alice focused on Donald. To avoid detection, she spoke to him and the other Dreamers telepathically. <<Can you hear me?>> thought Alice.
<<Loud and distorted-and-creepy-clear,>> Donald joked.
<<I can hear you,>> thought Briar Rose.
<<What’s wrong?>> San rushed to the point.
<<Tron called me,>> replied Donald. <<There’s some guy in the
museum. He didn’t trip any alarms, but he still shouldn’t be there. No one is allowed in there this time of night, except for guards.>>
<<Do you suppose it’s a guard, then?>> thought Dreamchild.
Donald shrugged. <<I asked Tron the same thing, but he said no.>>
<<It’s a good thing I finished my trick-or-treating, then!>> Alice commented. <<We may have to stay up late tonight after all.>>
<<Let’s move,>> San sternly demanded.
<<Let’s get in costume!>> Donald replied. <<Well, our other costumes.>>
<<To the Overlook?>> asked Sunshine.
<<Yeah, let’s go! But separately—don’t arouse suspicion.>> Donald ran off first, and the females dispersed into the night.
To be updated.