soooo basically I've decided to place the current drafts of two ttcc fanfictions I was working on and off on here since I honestly have not worked/had any idea on how to further progress on their plots and whatever, and also cause I just am not as interested in TTCC as I was previously so I just haven't been really working on these much compared to other possible projects or ideas.
Maybe someday I will return to these ideas and refine/actually complete that but so far I am just stumped so sad! But I would like to maybe place them here if anyone takes interest. Hope you enjoy my painfully mediorce fanfiction.
I'll try to provide some context to these two fanfics and what the direction/story plans for them were.
After School Special
One of my oldest TTCC fanfiction ideas, it's conception was all the way back in late 2023/when I started getting into the game. It's a Thomas Saggs centric fanfic that falls in line with the type of subject matter/how I potray him in my artwork.
It was heavily based/worked off my friend's own TTCC story and headcanons and the animatic we worked on Why Do You Work? and other headcanons of my own in relation to Thomas and the Cyger-Saggs family.
I was nervous of really talking about this fic to anyone other than my friend due to the topics that would've came up in this fanfic being pretty dark, basically a grimdark exploration of cog society and Thomas's relations to his family etc. However, you won't see most of that in this draft since I never got around to writing it.
10:00 pm, Boardbot HQ
In the midst of the many Boardbots commuting in and out of the Luxury Suites & Textiles District, most were preparing to close up any remaining work they had for the day, whether it’d be a last round of patrolling the streets or paperwork that had to be done, there was certainly a sense of urgency felt to resolve any loose ends.
Cogs were always programmed with the inability to feel real exhaustion, this was seen as a major benefit in the eyes of their superiors. The lack of the need to stop production for their own “health” and “wellbeing” instilled a belief of superiority, that no matter what wear and tear a suit goes through, they cannot get truly worn out like a toon can. Pain and destruction felt from every gag thrown was merely an obstacle to overcome, a “feeling” to be suppressed lest it gets in the way of a perfect future.
In an isolated area far from the rest of Boardbot HQ, was a small office, way too cramped and stuffy for a higher up in the company, nonetheless the Chief Operating Officer.
Pen pointed towards a heavy stack of professional documents, Thomas Saggs did what he was tasked to do every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year to pass and come. It’s a routine he’s accustomed to, such a monotonous thing to many becomes a puzzle for him to complete.
As the COO of C.O.G.S INC it’s Thomas’s duty to oversee many aspects of a business and ensure all goes well for success. In his honest opinion, it was never work or a venture he was personally invested in, but it really isn’t up to him to decide that wasn’t it? Of course his work was dull, it’s his job, Thomas knew other cogs within the company would kill for such a position of power he has, and most importantly, he knew he had Robert by his side at least.
Robert was by no means a perfect brother or even a perfect chairman, Thomas would never admit even to other cogs his criticalness towards certain choices and practices Robert’s made over the years running C.O.G.S INC. But… he’s one of the few foundations holding his life together. Yeah, Robert could get rather frustrated and cold towards him, but who's boss isn’t? Like his job, this really was the best outcome for the rest of Thomas’s life.
As Thomas reminisced over his thoughts surrounding his job, he broke his focus on his papers to the various objects inside his office. He didn’t have too much considering the amount of space he was working with, it was said that he’d get an office upgrade once Boardbot HQ was finally finished, but considering the state of the company throughout the more recent years, that’ll be arriving way later than sooner.
Thomas’s eyes darted from the various plant pots scattered around the floor, he had to beg Robert to let him have this bit of scenery from a very sensory deprived room. That it would allow him to be able to concentrate for more hours at a time, a past Thomas reasoned, same story he used for the radio which reception was way better received on account that a cog caring for natural life was absurd, especially in the eyes of Robert.
“Why hello there.” Thomas broke the silence between him and this toon intruder, a few seconds passed by as the mysterious toon kept strict eye contact on him, choosing to not respond quite yet to Thomas’s greeting. “I presume we haven’t met before… apologies, with the amount of toons who come by in April, it makes it quite hard to exactly pinpoint you all.” Thomas continued, hoping his fowardness would help ease the toon into engaging with the conversation.
A more honest intention in his mind was to try and pry any information out of how this toon infiltrated Boardbot HQ to begin with and what their intentions were, but Thomas knew he couldn’t get too ahead of himself, least he come off as any more suspicious this toon may perceive him as now.
“And why would you wanna know? Maybe I have been… or maybe not!” the toon replied back, Thomas mentally rolled his eyes upon hearing that response, but at least the toon wasn’t playing the silent game now. Thomas quickly took in the toons appearance properly, in his vision stood a warm yellow colored armadillo, their fashion sense was nothing out of the ordinary for a toon, if not a little more plain as compared to some… other toons taste in appearance.
12:30 am, Suitopia
In the heart of Suitopia, a bustling city jam packed with suits of all kinds being manufactured every day, returning to and back from their occupations.
The Desk Jockey tapes
This was my attempt at a creepypasta spoof/parody with the prethinker, inspired by the creepypastas Rainbow Factory and The Harrison Ape.
This would've been another kinda grimdark take/exploration of the prethinker/Brian, albeit less actually serious in themes in comparison to After School Special and more just creepy in that creepypasta way if you get what I mean?
The idea was that Brian would've come up with an experiment/test by placing organs into the bodies of his desk jockeys like how he has a brain, however the results don't go his way and he finds out the organs he's been placing into these desk jockeys have been making them extremely toony and idk it backfires on him/he discovers something about himself he absolutely despises.
This was also inspired by a previous fanfic idea I had with Brian where he was supposed to experiment on the doodles some toons were babysitting but it backfires on him and the toons get the experimented on doodles back.
It’s a well known secret at this point, that while the playground of each neighborhood was generally a safe space away from any cogs in sight unlike the streets where they roam about, one particular suit would remain hidden underneath Professor Pete’s schoolhouse from any awaiting eyes.
That cog would be a sellbot by the title: The Prethinker.
It’s almost peculiar how nonchalant the response to the fact a cog was right in front of their noses, bunking in the decrepit classroom basement. It could very well have been spying on fellow toons in the playground, studying their mannerisms and most importantly weaknesses, ready to attack whenever. It wasn’t even the first time it had caused disturbances within Toontown Central.
Newcomers to the resistance remarked how during training with Lord Lowden Clear and Professor Pete, the Desk Jockeys despite being specifically tuned for a beginner’s skill level especially under the supervision of Pete, was seemingly modified without either of their knowledge to be a lot tougher and ambush toons with low laff. Once the information spread out of a cog hiding within the basement of the schoolhouse, there was no doubt those incidents had to be connected to the suit.
However, despite the many concerns brought up to Professor Pete about this discovery, he hand waved it all by saying that despite his initial fear about a cog residing within his very own schoolhouse, The Prethinker seemingly minded it’s business down there and that it’d be best to not provoke it any further. Pete also added if it really came down to the worse, fellow toon resistance members Mac Opsys and Winn Dos who’ve been monitoring the actions of The Prethinker would step right in and deal with it accordingly.
It seemed completely unlike Professor Pete’s usual timid and nervous self to be this calm about the very cog he feared making strange noises within a toon premise, but… if he was really sure to not worry about it, surely if anything further were to happen they’d finally teach that sellbot a lesson and kick it out of there.
