Jeez, seems like Pokemon Prince all over again. And why is it that this guy only likes Flame Haze's fic? I'm not saying Flame Haze's fic isn't good, but IMO it's not better than Legacys in terms of grammar, word usage and all the technical stuff.
Jeez, seems like Pokemon Prince all over again. And why is it that this guy only likes Flame Haze's fic? I'm not saying Flame Haze's fic isn't good, but IMO it's not better than Legacys in terms of grammar, word usage and all the technical stuff.
I don't know why he's only saying good stuff about my fic but I don't know him or have anything to do with him I swear. Also I know my fic is not better than Legacy's but I don't need the whole freaking forums to point it out thank you very much.
Sorry for the delay guys. I was at a soccer tournament all weekend. Will have chapter 11 up within a few days, I PROMISE!
Not to rush you, but I'm dying to read more legacy!
I'm writing right now...almost done with chapter 11!
Hey everyone. Here's Chapter 11, please read and COMMENT as well please :)
Dawn and the others were all pacing frantically around the waiting room once again, trying desperately to cling to any sort of hope they could. Delia and Johanna had rushed back to the hospital as soon as Brock had contacted them to let them know what had happened: The boy's heart had failed and the moment they all had been dreading seemed near.
The sleek, digital clock hanging on the wall read 3:34 A.M., but fear and anxiousness overpowered any possible feelings of fatigue for the group of worried friends. The tension in the waiting room was almost tangible enough to cut with a knife as they all waited and worried. It had been nearly an hour since the group had been suddenly awoken by a surprising appearance from Misty, who had rushed into the waiting room in a loud panic. Aside from Dawn, none of the group had even known Misty was in town, let alone visiting with Ash in his room. And even the fourteen-year-old from Twinleaf Town hadn't known of Misty's arrival until just a few hours ago when the two girls had finally met for the first time in the lobby.
But what was even stranger than Ash and Brock's longtime friend from Cerulean City suddenly showing up was the fact that she had sprinted past the group and out of the hospital without saying a word immediately after she had awoken everyone with her screaming sobs. No one expected a long, drawn out greeting at a time like this, but Misty never even made eye contact with them before she took off towards the front doors with a desperate look on her face. What in the world could be so important that Misty would leave Ash's side-- not the mention leave the hospital entirely-- during what could be his final moments alive? Dawn, May, Max and Brock didn't have time to worry about where Misty had gone, however.
They hadn't had a chance to tell Delia about the redhead's appearance either because everyone froze when they noticed Nurse Joy enter the lobby with a somber look on her pink face. Instantly, a chilling feeling overtook them all.
Afraid of what Joy's news might be, May, Max and Dawn avoided eye contact with the young nurse and dropped their heads down as they sat beside each other. The girls were still trembling from when they had peered into Ash's room through the crack of the opening door and saw the panicked doctors attempting to shock the boy's failing heart back to life. The three of them heard Brock ask Nurse Joy about Ash and hoped that they wouldn’t hear the news that they all feared.
“We managed to get Ash’s heart beating again,” the pink-haired woman explained, “but he's not conscious and he's just barely hanging on...” Nurse Joy swallowed hard before continuing to speak, “I honestly don't know if there's much more we can do for him at this point. It's umm... It's clear that Ash is suffering a great deal of pain. Uh… Ms. Ketchum, may I speak with you a moment?”
Ash’s mother looked lost and terrified, but slowly stood up from her chair and timidly walked with Nurse Joy towards the front desk. The two women convened just out of earshot of the rest of the group. Brock, May, Dawn, Max and Johanna watched the two woman conversing from across the waiting room. Delia’s frightened expression never left her face as Nurse Joy was doing most of the talking. After a few moments, the group saw Delia’s shoulders slump down in a defeated way and her tears began to flow like water rushing through a broken dam. Joy patted the grieving woman on the back in an attempt to comfort her, but looked very uncomfortable while doing so.
Nurse Joy then left to continue to tend to Ash and her other patients. Delia tried to compose herself as she returned to where Johanna and the others were standing, but was failing. When Ash's mother made her way back to the group, no one dared to ask what the nurse had said. But after a few moments of dreadful silence, Delia sniffled deeply and cleared her throat before attempting to speak through her sobs.
“N-n-nurse Joy says if Ash’s condition d-doesn’t improve soon, it m-might b-be best if we… if we...” Delia paused as her lip quivered. “… take him off life-support.” As soon as the words escaped her mouth, Delia buried her face in the palms of her hands and again began to bawl.
Everyone’s hearts sank when they heard this. Brock, Max, May and Dawn were so used to seeing Ash overcome anything and everything he had ever encountered during his young life, and it was disconcerting, to say the least, to even think about giving up on Ash by taking him off of life support.
“I… I know Ash will come around!” Dawn said firmly, although sounding more like she was trying to convince herself of the fact. “We have to give him more time!”
“Yes, Sweetie, but just think about how much Ash is suffering,” Johanna said to her daughter in a gentle tone. She was careful to choose her words wisely with Delia standing right next to her. “We all want Ash to get better, but if the doctors don’t think he will recover, it might be best--”
“Don’t even say it, Mom!” Dawn angrily screamed at the top her lungs, cutting her mother off before she could finish. “Ash WILL get better!”
Dawn looked over to the others, then to Delia, hoping for support. Surely Ash’s own mother wouldn’t be in favor of pulling the plug on Ash’s life. But Dawn was flabbergasted when she saw Delia sadly shake her head.
“I t-t-told Nurse J-Joy to leave him on life-support overnight,” the still-sobbing woman explained, although it was obvious that it pained her to be doing so. “But... if he h-hasn’t improved by morning, and it is still clear that he won’t recover… we’ll pull the plug tomorrow.”
“But, Ms. Ketchum?!” Dawn pleaded, ignoring her mother’s stern glare.
“I just can’t stand the idea of Ash hurting so much, Dawn,” Delia answered as she placed a hand over her heart. “I’d rather… rather let him go than see him suffer for much longer.”
“I can’t believe this!” Dawn was screaming maniacally now, tears welling up in her sapphire eyes. She was absolutely stunned by what she was hearing. “Ash is a fighter! He's never given up on anything in his entire life! He’d want us to let him keep fighting!”
With that, Dawn took off running out of the waiting room and through the sliding front doors to the outside, just as Misty had done over an hour ago. The rest of them could hear the girl sobbing mournfully as she ran out. They all agreed with Dawn’s sentiment about Ash and his relentless will, but they also understood the logic behind Delia’s decision to end her son's misery.
“I’d better go after her,” Johanna said flatly, and she too started off in a jog and exited the hospital.
A nauseating feeling overtook Brock, May and Max as their worry and anxiousness about whether or not Ash would get better suddenly morphed into deep anguish and even disbelief and rage over the fact that their good friend would soon be gone… erased from their lives forever by the spiteful actions of the despicable Zak Seabrook.
No one said a word as they returned to their seats. Only the humming of the ceiling fans above them could be heard. It was a surreal feeling to say the least as they sat and waited in the artificially lit room, especially since they already knew the very grim outcome that would occur in the morning. Max and May were leaning against each other in neighboring seats, quietly crying themselves to sleep. Brock was also dozing off in a nearby chair, using his last few moments of awake-alertness to wipe a few falling tears from his cheek.
Delia was seated next to him, still audibly sobbing from the pain of giving the Nurse permission to let her son die in the morning. Hearing Nurse Joy’s gloomy tone and lack of optimism earlier when they had discussed Ash’s options made it hard for Delia to cling to any hope whatsoever, but as sleep overcame her as well, the weeping mother did her best to continue to keep the faith in her son‘s resiliency.
For what seemed like the millionth time that day, Misty again found herself sprinting back across the moonlit Sapphire City streets. The redheaded sixteen-year-old didn't know exactly where she was going, but one thing was for sure: The strange dream she had awoken from a little over an hour ago was definitely real. The vivid image of Ho-Oh and the other three mysterious pokémon speaking to her on some tropical island was much too powerful and lifelike to ignore. And even if it had been only a dream, what other choice did she have? She knew that if there was even a slight chance that Ash could be saved, she would do whatever it took, no matter how outlandish or desperate.
As the girl ran through the empty downtown streets past many streetlights and buildings, she realized how weird it must have appeared to Brock and the others when she had run out of the hospital like she had done after showing up completely out of the blue. The others must have thought she was crazy, but Misty couldn't help it.
Misty then thought about Dawn, the petite girl with blue eyes whom she had encountered in the waiting room just hours ago. Misty remembered Ash mentioning the girl a few years ago over the video phone once before. She knew that Dawn had been traveling with Ash during his journey through the Sinnoh Region, and had heard a lot about her, but of course the two girls had never met before tonight.
The first thing that had struck Misty about Dawn was the girl's beauty. Her long, flowing hair with shimmering purple highlights, her gorgeous twinkling blue eyes, and her seductively short pink miniskirt revealing her long and smooth legs all contributed to Dawn's breathtaking allure. Instantly, a twinge of jealousy overtook the more tomboyish and plain-looking Misty, who had spent her entire life feeling inferior to her very beauty-conscious older sisters. She hoped Dawn and Ash weren't romantically involved, but judging by how rude Dawn had been to her in the lobby and how long she and Ash had apparently been traveling together, Misty feared that they were in fact more than just friends.
Misty scolded herself instantly, however. This was not the time to be feeling any sort of feelings besides urgency. The girl re-devoted all her energy to running faster and concentrating on the very important task at hand.
In her dream, Ho-Oh had told her that she needed to find something called 'The Sacred Gift' … and judging by the panic in the doctor's voice when they had rushed into Ash's room after she had been awoken by his blaring heart monitor, Misty knew she didn't have time for jealousy. She had to act fast to find this so called gift that Ho-Oh said would save Ash. Despite the grave situation at the hospital, something in her heart was telling her that there was still a slim sliver of hope.
And so the Cerulean Gym leader ignored the pain in her lungs and forced her burning legs to continue churning. She felt her heart screaming in her chest as she sprinted in the direction of Sapphire City Stadium. Again, Misty couldn't explain it, but somehow she just knew this was where she was supposed to go, as if a voice inside her head was guiding her.
“Ash, fight it, please,” Misty pleaded out loud, sounding breathless as she ran down the sidewalk. “Just hold on a little longer!”
When the girl finally reached the towering stadium, she nearly collapsed from fatigue, but again forced herself onward knowing that she didn't have much time. After a few seconds with her hands on her knees to catch her breath, Misty made her way around the stadium's perimeter until she reached the well-lit entrance to the connecting Pokémon Center.
The instant she approached the center's entrance and the automatic sliding glass doors whooshed open, a portly security guard with a black handlebar mustache, who had apparently been stationed overnight at the front, stood up from his desk and eyed the girl curiously.
“It's awfully late young lady,” the man in the dark blue uniform said in a rather uncheerful tone. “Can I help you with something?”
“Uh... well, I'm a friend of Ash Ketchum's,” Misty stammered. She had totally forgotten that she couldn't expect to just walk right into the stadium's private Pokémon Center without credentials proving that she wasn't just some autograph seeking fan-girl or hounding reporter.
“If you were really a friend of his, you'd know he's not here,” the officer scoffed. “I don't know if you were watching the match yesterday, but the kid's at the hospital... and apparently it ain't lookin' too good for him. That's what the news has been sayin' anyway.”
Misty scowled at the officer who thought she was nothing but a star-crazed groupie trying to get inside to where the world famous trainers were sleeping. This guy didn't know that the key to saving Ash Ketchum's life was inside this building. Misty wasn't exactly sure how she knew this, there was still something inside of her was telling her that the so called, 'Sacred Gift' was here.
“Look, of course I know he's in the hospital,” Misty replied impatiently. “I just came from there. I'm here to pick up a few of Ash's things from his room.”
The hefty security guard gave Misty a look of suspicion before shaking his head.
“Do you have any sort of formal authorization in writing from Ketchum or his family that proves you're telling the truth? If not, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.”
“No... I don't. But... Please, sir! I'm begging you! I just need to grab something from his room and I'll be on my way.”
Misty felt a wave of panic sweep over her. Her cheeks felt hot. She stepped a few feet closer to the much taller security guard and give him a sincere look of desperation. She didn't exactly what to do at this point. It was clear that the guard wasn't going to let her inside without a good reason, but what could she say? Certainly, if Misty claimed that she had had a dream that said there was some sort of magical healing object inside Ash's room, the security guard would think she was a lunatic.
“Look by looking at you, I actually don't think you're lying, but I'm not allowed to let anyone inside without proper authorization. You see, someone broke into his room earlier tonight.”
“What!? When?!” Misty replied, shocked.
“Yeah, not too long after the kid's match, one of the custodians realized his guest room's door had been smashed in. We checked the surveillance tapes, but we couldn't get a positive ID on the suspect.”
“Did they take anything? Why were they in there anyway?!” the girl asked.
“As far as we can tell, nothing was missing,” the guard said. “That's the weird part. Although we can't be sure, it seems that everything in the room was still there. The room was trashed... bed ransacked, dresser drawers pulled out, the kid's clothes and toiletries tossed on the floor. But nothing stolen, as weird as that is.”
“So why would someone break into his room then?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, kid,” the man grumbled. “But that's why I can't let you inside. Ever since the report of the break-in, we're under strict orders not to let anyone inside who isn't a registered trainer. I'm sorry, but I gotta ask you to leave.”
Misty was shocked and had many more questions for the guard, but judging by his annoyed look, she knew he wouldn't be of any more help. Instead of wasting time arguing or begging, she turned and said quietly, “Thanks anyways.”
Misty was beside herself over the news. For as long as she had known Ash, he had never been someone who traveled around with an extremely large amount of money or anything valuable; normally just a backpack, some clothes and supplies... and at his mother's insistence, plenty of clean underwear. So why would someone want to break into Ash's room when he had nothing to steal?
So now what? Misty pondered as she walked away from the guard. So many jumbled thoughts and emotions were buzzing around inside her head. Who had broken into Ash's room, anyway? And why? Would she still be able to find 'The Sacred Gift' in his room?
Suddenly, Misty thought of something as she walked quickly down the concrete path outside the stadium. What if whoever broke into Ash's guestroom was in fact after the same thing she was after? What if whoever broke in was searching for the same thing as Misty: the Sacred Gift?
A whole new set of worries set in for the girl. If someone else had gotten to the mysterious gift before her, then how would she save Ash? Was she pursuing a lost cause? In that case, perhaps she should return to the hospital in order to spend Ash's last moments with him. No, how could she even think that? Misty cursed herself. She couldn't give up. It was still worth a try to see if she could find something.
Not knowing where else to go, she turned and walked along the perimeter of the building past the beautifully manicured landscape outside the stadium. She knew time was of the essence, so she again started running. Surrounding the entire stadium were countless bushes, trees and grassy areas all designed to provide the lavish coliseum with some peaceful scenery.
As Misty continued along the beautifully maintained walking path, she stopped in her tracks when she heard a male voice from around the corner of the huge building. She couldn't see the source of the voice from where she stood, but she knew that someone was nearby.
“Nope, no sign of any teenage girl walking around. Everything's all clear back here,” the gruff male voice announced.
Misty slowly and cautiously peeked around the corner of the concrete wall. She saw another security guard standing underneath a small flood-light which was hanging over a large metal door. If it hadn't been for the dim yellow light, the man who wore the same uniform as the guard Misty had seen at the front door, wouldn't have even been visible. Misty guessed that this door was a back entrance to the stadium since there was a security guard watching it as well.
“All right, well I'll keep my eyes peeled,” the man said, speaking into his intercom, presumably to his co-worker at the front. “It does sound a little fishy, but she probably just went home.”
Misty assumed the men were talking about her. It definitely did seem a little fishy that she had shown up in the middle of the night with no identification and no warning, and had asked to be granted access to Ash Ketchum's room. Still though, Misty needed to find a way inside... and fast.
She watched the security guard like a glameow waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting rattata from the shadows. After hanging up his walkie-talkie, the guard simply stood at attention right next to the door and stared off into space. Misty wondered how anyone could just stand in one place for hours at a time, but then caught herself letting her mind wander. She knew had to act quickly.
The redhead who was still hidden by the dark of night around the corner, reached into the pocket of her denim shorts. She quietly pulled out a smooth metal sphere, which grew to the size of an orange in her sweaty hand. She paused to remind herself that what she was about to do was necessary if she ever wanted to see Ash alive again. She gritted her teeth as she tossed the sphere around the corner towards the guard's feet like a grenade.
“All right, come on out, Golduck,” Misty whispered as she threw the ball.
With a blinding flash of light, a blue-bodied bipedal pokémon materialized right in front of the startled security guard. The water-type duck pokémon glared somewhat menacingly at the uniformed man with its steely red eyes.
“Where did you come from?” the guard said to the pokémon before calling out much louder, assuming there had to be a human nearby. “Who's out there? Show yourself!”
Obligingly, Misty revealed herself from around the corner and stepped into the dim glow of the light. She had a rather guilty, regretful look on her delicate face. She held her arms up in the air and was careful not to make any sudden moves.
“I just got a call about you, little missy,” the guard said when he recognized the redheaded girl as the one his partner had seen and called about. “You're not supposed to be back here. Now please. You and your pokémon need to go home, or I'm afraid I'll have to call the cops.”
Misty shook her head sadly, but didn't respond to the security guard's request. She nervously fidgeted as she spoke in a quiet tone.
“I'm sorry I have to do this, sir,” she said sincerely and paused before continuing. “Golduck, use Ice Beam.”
The guard gave a shocked whimper, but couldn't do much else before the eyes belonging to Misty's golduck began to glow bright white. The single ruby-red jewel on the pokémon's forehead did the same. Suddenly, the duck pokémon thrusted both of its palms forward and shot a powerful beam of white light-energy toward the guard.
With a loud crackling sound, the beam of energy struck the man and almost instantly, his entire body became encased inside a rapidly growing block of clear ice. The officer in the blue uniform was frozen in place with his arms up shielding his horrified, motionless face. Misty stared in awe with her mouth wide open at what she had done.
“Good job, Golduck,” Misty said.
The web-footed duck grunted in acknowledgment as the girl turned her attention to the heavy-looking steel door that the man had been guarding. A far cry from the maddening idiot Golduck had once been while still in its young psyduck form, it was now easily Misty's strongest and most trusted pokémon in her arsenal, willing and able to do whatever she asked of it... even if it involved breaking the law by debilitating a security officer.
The sixteen-year-old checked to make sure the security guard was not going to be able to escape and then walked towards the door. She pounded on it. It definitely felt at least as heavy as it looked. It was as solid as a brick wall.
Becoming more desperate by the second, Misty tried fiddling around with the large electronic keypad on the wall next to the door. But it was no use, no matter which buttons she punched, the door didn't budge. She realized she wasn't going to be able to finesse her way into the stadium so she took a deep breath and turned to Golduck once again.
“Golduck, I need a little help here,” she said in a regretful tone.
Obediently, the water-type creature reared back its glowing fist and struck the huge metal door with very loud clanging sound. Like a sheet of aluminum foil, the door crumpled and broke off of its hinges. A loud thud followed when it dropped to the floor, revealing the dark entrance behind it.
After thanking Golduck and returning it to its pokéball, Misty once again took off running through the newly unlocked entrance and disappeared inside in search of the mysterious 'Sacred Gift.'
Misty found it odd that as she ran down the dark hallways of the stadium's underbelly and got closer to where Ash's guestroom was, the warm feeling of hope intensified inside her belly. She knew in her heart that Ash was still holding on. She couldn't explain the odd feeling inside her stomach, but the girl could feel that her friend was still with her and that she should continue on. It wasn't too late yet. The strangely warm feeling inspired her to keep going.
Eventually, Misty found herself in the center's dark front lobby. It sure looked different without the mob of reporters and fans crowding the floor, but the extremely bright light caused by the combination of the crescent moon along with the Millennium Supernova trickled inside through the windows and helped Misty recognize where she was. She stood at the spot where she had seen Ash talking to reporters following his match with Miss Lacey a few days ago. At that point, she had gotten spooked and ran away when she thought she had seen Ash spot her from across the room. As she stood in the darkened lobby, Misty thought about how she would give anything to have that chance back... to have Ash back.
The sense of urgency returned to Misty and she again took off running across the lacquered floors of the lobby towards the trainers' guestrooms. By now, she was used to the tight feeling in her chest caused by all the running she had been doing. It was easy now to ignore the pain.
When the teen got to the long carpeted hallway, she immediately saw that one of the doors' frame had been broken and stood open. Misty assumed that this was Ash's room.
Misty walked up, pushed the door open and slowly walked into the open room. She reached over to her right upon entering and flipped on the light switch. Just as the security guard out front had said, the entire room was in disarray. The bed's mattress was on the floor, as were all of the sheets, pillow and blankets. All of dress and the nightstand's drawers were wide open. Ash's spare clothing littered the floor as well.
For probably ten minutes or so, Misty tore through the room like a manic searching for any shred of a clue. She had no idea what the Sacred Gift even looked like, so she searched for anything out of the ordinary. After a while, the warm hopeful feeling seemed to have disappeared.
The chilling realization that whatever she had been looking for wasn't anywhere here made the girl shiver. Tears returned to her eyes as she realized that she had no choice but to return to the hospital empty handed. Her one and only last hope had turned out to be as foolish as it had seemed on the surface.
Sobbing by now, she collapsed to her knees near the guestroom's window.
“I'm... I'm sorry, Ash. I've failed you.”
***SEVERAL HOURS LATER***
As the sun just began to rise over Sapphire City‘s horizon, flooding Ash’s hospital room with a faint mixture of yellow and purple light, Misty began to stir in the chair next to Ash’s bed where she had slept for the past few hours.
Misty-- who had been devastated when she returned to the hospital about an hour after her strange exit-- opened her eyes slowly and yawned. She had been dreading the morning when she feared she would lose Ash forever. She still felt amazing guilt over not succeeding in her search for the Sacred Gift.
The redhead had returned to the hospital a few hours ago and had thankfully found everyone asleep in the waiting room. At that point, she really hadn't felt like explaining why she had run out like that. And she also hadn't felt like dealing with the awkward reunion with Brock and the others at a time like this. She had tiptoed back into Ash's room, where she returned to her spot on the metal folding chair next to his bed, which is where she now awoke.
She hadn’t slept very much last night for obvious reasons. She spent most of the wee hours of the morning after her trip to Sapphire Stadium just sitting in the dark and thinking about Ash and how devastating it would be to lose him permanently and how she failed him. And even when Misty had finally managed to fall asleep, she had been tormented by dreams – but this time, there were no Guardians or tropical islands. Only tormenting nightmares of attending Ash’s funeral and the lonely, miserable life she would continue to lead without him.
Those nightmares must have been causing Misty to moan in her sleep because she awoke to a worried voice calling her name.
“Misty? Misty, is that you?” a weak voice from the bed called out to her.
Still groggy, Misty’s vision was still a little blurry, and she could only respond with a sleepy groan from her chair.
“Misty!” the strained voice called out again, a little stronger this time.
Finally the girl lifted her head up and looked over to the bed.
And there, looking back at her from not more than five feet away, were those gorgeous brown eyes that she had been yearning to see ever since she had taken over the Cerulean Gym Leader position full-time more than five years ago. They still looked incredibly tired and had dark purple bags underneath them, but were beautiful nonetheless.
It was Ash! Awake, if not completely alert, although still looking very weak and in pain sitting up in his bed.
Misty was beyond stunned. She tried to speak, but no words could escape her throat. All she could do was stare blankly back at the boy whom she had not seen in person in over two years. She was sure this had to be a dream, although she felt like she was wide awake from the shock of seeing him.
“Misty, are you all right?” Ash asked when she didn’t speak.
“Ash?!” Misty’s eyes were wide as she shot up out of her chair and ran over the bedside. “You’re awake!”
Last edited by Legacy; 27th July 2010 at 02:07 AM.
Whoah! Plot twist!
This chapter is another great addition to this fanfic, and I'm looking forward to the next one already! I loved the freezing of the guard via Ice Beam!
It was a long wait, but it was worth it!
I love it!
I think you mean "her".Those nightmares must have been causing Misty to moan in her sleep because she awoke to a worried voice calling him name.
Well I'm glad Ash woke up though I wonder how and also who stole the coin.
Anyways, if I can point this out, I liked this part because it gave the other characters a chance get development and to actually do something, well Misty mostly. But it dragged out at some parts and also I couldn't help but notice that no one even care about Misty running out I mean as you said they noticed but, considering that everyone but Dawn has a close relationship with Misty I would imagine that at least Brock or May would chase after her to see what was happening, I know they were worried about Ash but considering how the anime always shows their bonds with each other I thought they'll be worried about Misty as well.
Yay! Ash is awake! But who could've stole the coin? That girl he met maybe? (Cant remember her name)
Ash did have a character at least in the original series before he became dull though I like how he's portrayed in a more mature way here, though I'm still a fan of the overly goofy and cocky type of characters.