Hello. I am the PP.*Audience laughs*Oh grow up. I'm the insane guy who is now everywhere. Seriously. Add up every American Presidents Birthday(Including the current one. I don't know who. I'm English and I don't watch the news or read the newspaper often.)and then divide the result by 2 and you get PP. (Not really.) Anyway. I got the idea for this Fan Fiction a few days after I got one of the best games for DS(Would've been the single best if Phoenix Wright didn't exist.)Elite Beat Agents. I won't tell you the exact idea because I want you to find out who the new Beat agent is by reading the story. This Story has got Drama and Comedy. So it's a Dramedy. But it's also got Fun and Art. So it's a Dramedy Fart.(Stole that from Billy and Mandy.) Anyway, This Story's got songs,drama,comedy and action. It's cool. And it's by me so you know it's sprinkled with 100% pure grown insanity. Yum yum. I've made a picture which has the mode selection screen and it's got a new mode which includes this character. I'll try to upload it once I colour it in.
Rated 10+ because of violence and the occasional use of "crap" here and there. Let's begin.
Prologue
Who's the New Member?
Jack had troubles one day so he went to Spiral Hill to sing. But little did he know while he was singing he was being watched.
"This skeleton's got some good vocal cords for someone without lungs or any organs." A shadowy figure sitting in a chair commented.
"So what do we do sir?" A figure with an impossible haircut asked.
"Go convince him to join. We have to have that singing an Dancing talent here."The shadowy figure said. "Alright Men. Agents are GO!"He said after a short pause between "are".
Jack stopped singing when they came. 3 men wearing black suits came up to him. One had an impossible haircut. One had an impossible hair colour. One was wearing a hat and everything about him, his haircut and hair colour was possible.
"Please come with us." The one with the impossible haircut said.
"Why?"Jack asked.
"We are from a secret organisation called the EBA." The man with the impossible haircut explained.
"Does that stand for Evil Big As-"Jack was interrupted.
"Don't! The author wants to keep this Everyone. If you say what you were about to say it would elevate to Teens!"The man with the impossible haircut explained.
"Stop breaking the 4th wall and continue with the darn story!" I yelled.
"Anyway. Our Commander wants you to join us because of you excellent Dancing and singing skills."The man with the impossible haircut explained.
"What does dancing and Singing have anything to do with being an organisation?" Jack asked.
"Hey. Were smart and WE don't understand this insane crap. But it's cool being a member. You get good exercise-which we now see you don' need because you're a skeleton-and you get to help people!" The man with the impossible haircut verified.(I used another word other than explained and said!)
"Okay. I'll come along with you. But I warn you. I'm already dead so you can't kill me and I have no internal organs so you can't have-
"Ahem. Everyone. Please. What you were about to say was worst than what you were going to say before. Please come away from saying the starts with S and ends with X word. There will be children as young as 10 reading this. Behave.'I ranted.
Jack and the 3 unknown men walked a long way to get to a jet.
"That's yours?" Jack asked.
"That's ours." The man with the impossible haircut answered.
"That's yours?" Jack asked.
"That's ours." The same man answered.
Silence came for a few minutes.
"That's your?" Jack asked again.
The man with the impossible haircut sighed. Everyone then got into the jet and flew off.
While in the Jet Jack asked some things.
"What's your name?" Jack asked.
"Classified. But My Codename is "J"."J answered.(FINALLY! It got really annoying typing "The man with the impossible haircut" all the time was really annoying.)
"Who are they?" Jack pointed out the man with the impossible hair colour and the man with the possible everything.
"The white man with the red hair(A.K.A man with the impossible hair colour) is Arman. And the black man who every aspect about him is possible is Jibar." J analysed.
"And what d you normally do every day?" Jack asked.
"I get up and do morning things. Then I get dressed and wait for the Jet or any other of our vehicles to come and pick me up. I then find these 2 and wait 'till Commander Kahn calls us for a job. For some reason we can redo past missions. That Captain Brookes must be the riches man ever the amount of times we've helped him find sunken treasure." J answered.
"We 're here J." Jibar exclaimed.
"Okay let's get- what's your name skeleton fella?" J asked.
"Jack Skellington." Jack answered.
"Okay. Let's get Jack to Commander Kahn." J paraphrased.
The 4 of them went in.
"You'll need to wear this." Arman gave Jack a badge. It said "EBA V.I.P".
The 4 of them went into a room labelled "Commander Kahn".
"So Mr. Skellington. We meet. I've watched your dancing and singing skills. But right here you need to make a big choice to answer the upcoming question." Commander said ominously.
"He always makes a big deal of this question." J whispered to Jack.
"Do you think you're worthy enough to join The Elite Beat Agents?" Commander Kahn asked ominously.
"Do I?" Jack asked himself in his mind.
"On one hand I get to help people. On the other I'd be leaving Sally worried sick. I need to ask this guy." Jack went over in his mind.
"Before I answer, I need to know something. Can I call my wife Sally to tell her?" Jack asked.
"Yes." Commander Kahn had a strange power to make the simplest thing sound ominous and life changing.
Jack sat there for minutes thinking about the good and bad points until he finally came up with an answer.
End of Prologue.
