Business As Usual, With Good Cop
Part 1 of the newest in my series of fanfics, Business As Usual. Enjoy! And leave comments!
Good Cop woke up in his bed in an apartment building in the city of Bricksburg. Today was a day he was not looking forward to. Today was the day he was to help his friend Emmet train President Business the art of goodness.
Okay, Pres. Business wasn't technically evil now, but Good Cop was still a little scared of him. Lord Business, President Business alter ego, had used to be the boss of Good Cop's split personality, Bad Cop. Bad Cop WAS intimidated by his boss, but Good Cop was just plain out scared of him. And it had not helped that Lord Business had temporarily erased Good Cop's personality. And I mean full out erased. He literally erased it. Anyway, Good Cop grabbed his Octan smatphone, put on some pants, headed outside the apartment, and hopped into his transforming cop car. As he hopped in, he pressed a button on the dashboard, and the cop car transformed into a jet-like machine and sped to Octan Tower, where his appointment awaited.
As he arrived at the infinitieth floor, he was greeted by Emmet, who was already there.
"Hey Good Cop! You made it! Awesome!" The construction worker greeted.
Good Cop's head flipped to reveal the head of Bad Cop, Good Cop's slightly less-pleasant side of his personality. "Please stop saying awesome. It is REALLY annoying." The cop said.
"Would you be quiet?" The scribble-faced Good Cop complained as his head flipped.
Emmet groaned. "Just follow me, guys."
They came to a room separated by a single brick-built glass wall. On the inside of the wall, Lord Business was sitting on a chair looking innocent. Well, as innocent as a guy wearing a coffee mug hat and stilt boots can look (This was Lord Business's signature look when he wasn't President Business).
"Hey, President Biz," Emmet started as he walked into the room, followed by Good Cop. "Today we'll just start with some easy questions to help you get, um, gooder!"
"Great," President Business groaned. "While you're at it, can you refill my horns?"
"Maybe later. Let's just start. First question. If you see anyone being creative, what would you do?"
"Easy. Freeze them with the Kragle and then chop of their heads with the Exact-Zero knife."
"Oh. Nice." Good Cop looked like he was about to test the sturdiness of the glass wall. "Can we leave now?"
"Not yet," Emmet said. "How about you ask him a question, Good Cop!"
"Um....OK. What do you like having your coffee taste like?"
"Original, nothing in it, duh," President Business replied like it was the simplest question in the world.
Bad Cop immediately appeared. "SEE! HE'S EVIL! ONLY AN EVIL PERSON WOULD LIKE ORIGINAL BETTER THAN CINNAMON!"
Emmet, hastily, pressed a button on a panel in the room, and two more layers of glass slid down to protect President Business, since Bad Cop was now trying to destroy the first layer. After that, he ran away and hid in the room with Business.
They watched as Bad Cop started kicking a chair at the glass, destroying the first layer. He soon destroyed the second wall. As he kicked the chair into the last wall, making a large crack, Good Cop appeared.
"Come on! Stop it! I don't like this!" Good Cop yelled.
"Well too bad!" Bad Cop yelled back.
End of Part 1. Part 2, also the last part to this one, coming soon.