Log in

Animorphs Fanfiction
Because The Beginning Isn't The End
18th-Jun-2012 10:33 pm
Castle: Writer
Hi, friends! One of the fun things about Animorphs is that it gives us some fun WTF Alternate Realities to play with! We have some really interesting "What If" situations--mostly involving the Animorphs making bad decisions, but also one where we see who they might have been if the world around them was just plain frakked up. Which creates some cool possibilities for us as fic writers.

So let's play, shall we?

To refresh:

The Stranger: That time when the world was a wasteland and controller-Rachel ate Tobias.
The Familiar: That time when the Animorphs consisted of Visser Marco, Terrorist Cassie, Inexplicably Injured Rachel, Tobiangor, Yeerk Scientist Lackey and/or Living The Plot of Big Jake, and ...Ax?
Megamorphs #3: That time when Jake was a junior Nazi, there were no good video games, and WTF Tobias/Melissa
Megamorphs #4: That time when Tobias joined the Sharing, Rachel and Marco became a spy couple, and pretty sure they destroyed their mall.

Post below with an alternate reality, a character (or characters), and a prompt. Prompts can be as vague or specific as you like. Since most of these realities came to some sort of an end, we can go AU on the AUs (i.e., "what if Cassie weren't a time anomaly and they were stuck there?"), if you're interested in "...what would have happened next?" moments. Go wild! Have fun! Post as many prompts as you can think of!

And then...go fill some prompts!! Hooray!

This can stay open indefinitely, but I'll post a masterlist of the filled prompts this time next week.
19th-Jun-2012 05:42 am (UTC)
Alternate Reaity: Megamorphs 4
Characters: Any
Prompt: What would have happened if Ax hadn't told the world of the invasion?
19th-Jun-2012 05:47 am (UTC)
#41, Marco, screaming into a void
19th-Jun-2012 05:25 pm (UTC)
Pffft, you beat me to prompting this.
19th-Jun-2012 06:09 am (UTC)
#41, any, what was happening five years before?
19th-Jun-2012 06:26 am (UTC)
MM#3, Cassie/Jake, lying
19th-Jun-2012 01:11 pm (UTC)
MM#3!verse, Rachel, a day in her life at the reeducation camp
20th-Jun-2012 06:57 am (UTC)

They drove me to the camp in the back of a police car. It was a long drive, and I stretched out on the cracked vinyl backseat and closed my eyes. When I asked to use the bathroom, the driver slammed on the brakes in the middle of the freeway. His partner got out and came around to the back door, cuffed me over the head with a heavy hand. I blinked and briefly saw stars. "Get out," he said, grabbing me roughly by the shoulders. He dragged me over to the side of the road and forced me to squat down in the shoulder to do my business there, out in the open. He locked me inside the car again and then got in himself, turning around to glare at me through the bars. "Don't speak to me again, bitch," he said. I didn't, but I wanted to.

The fence was high and sturdy, but not topped with barbed wire like I expected. Then I saw the jagged voltage signs posted at regular intervals and realized why. The driver rolled down the window and the guard at the gate leaned in, looking at me like I was something dirty. "Another one, Bill?" he said, wrinkling his nose at me. "You know where to go."

The building was squat and gray and built like a prison. Bill and the foulmouthed one handed me off to a pair of uniformed guards at the door. A short man with a thin nose stood on the steps, arms folded, watching me.

"Careful," said Bill. "She's a fighter, this one." I had the bruises to prove it, too.

"Don't worry," said the short man with a faint sneer. "We'll soon fix that."

The first room they led me to held nothing but a line of chairs, and long locks of hair strewn across the floor like flower petals. I saw a few curls of defiantly dyed blue, and a pile of naturally vivid red still in its careful braid. They sat me down on the chair farthest from the door. It was hard plastic, and cold.

One of the guards pointed at the open black straps on the arms. "Are you going to cooperate?" he said, trying to look threatening. It worked, sort of. Pick your battles, I thought. I didn't say anything, but I held still as they sheered off my ponytail and left me with a head of prickly yellow stubble.

Then they took me to a smaller room and left me alone with a small bundle wrapped in brown paper. They told me to undress and shut the door. Regretfully, I shrugged off my favorite jean jacket and stepped out of the skirt daringly hemmed to just above my knees. Pants, of course, were out of the question. It was only when I was down to my underclothes that I noticed the little red light blinking from the security camera installed in the corner. Scowling, I reached up and hung my jacket over the lens. They'd had their show for the day.

Inside the paper wrapping was a full-length dress, blandly tan with a white blouse. The collar was stiff and higher in the back, so that it poked at the base of my skull when I held my head up. Fuming, I lowered my head and tucked in my chin. The dress draped loosely over me and felt like a burlap sack, and the shoes were a size too small and pinched when I walked. I left my old clothes where I'd dropped them and banged on the door till they let me out.

Edited at 2012-06-20 06:58 am (UTC)
20th-Jun-2012 06:57 am (UTC)

They took me to a class where two dozen girls stood around small portable stoves, all wearing dresses like mine. A timid old lady in a similar dress of a darker shade stood at the front of the room, demonstrating how to properly cook an omelet. Two men were leaning against the back wall. I didn't much like the look in their eyes.

They put me at the stove on the far side of the room, next to a girl who softly told me that her name was Erica. Her hair had grown back enough that I could see that she once had had gorgeous dark curls. She noticed me looking. "They shave it off twice a month," she murmured, quickly returning her eyes to her egg. "You get used to it."

"And what's with these stupid dresses?" I wondered out loud, but she shook her head silently in warning, eyes wide. A heavy blow landed on the back of my head.

"No talking," one of the men hissed, leaning in close. "Clear?" I stared at him silently with my chin up, ignoring the collar poking at my skull. He grabbed the top of my head in one large hand and wrenched it downwards, so that I was bowed over slightly and staring at his feet. "Better," he snarled, but his friend had wandered over.

"Look," he said with poorly disguised delight. "She's burnt her omelet." He gripped my wrist tightly and forced open my fingers, then held the hand over the stove.

"A young lady should never make a fist," he said mockingly as I squirmed. By the time he let me go, my palm was blistered and bright red. The timid old lady gave me a new egg and a look of sympathy, and Erica didn't look up from her skillet again.

There were other classes, one after the other: how to clean, how to keep a household, how to socialize. There wasn't a class for how to please a man, but maybe that was just for the older girls.

By the end of the day I had a black eye and bruised ribs to add to my collection, along with the blistered palm and finger-shaped bruises on my wrist, and a sore neck from my repeated non-verbal warnings to keep my head down. That night one of the other girls in my room, who was called Eve, carefully bandaged my hand in neat white strips.

"They're training me to be a nurse," she explained. She had brilliant orange fuzz on her head and I wondered if the braid I'd seen on the barbershop floor had been hers. "They'll probably pick a career for you in a few days."

"I'm going to kill those sons of bitches," I fumed, as she neatly finished off the bandage.

"Everyone feels like that at first," said a girl named Maria, who had black hair and dull eyes. She looked like she had been here a long time. "You get used to it."

Hearing the echo of Erica's words from earlier, I set my mouth in a grim line. "I'm not going to get used to it," I declared, glaring at Maria. She shrugged and lay down with her back to me.

"Nine o'clock," a guard said, flicking off the lights. The only light in the room came from outside the tiny window. I'd gotten turned around since the drive, but I was pretty sure it faced towards home. As I watched, a meteorite streaked across the tiny patch of visible sky, but I didn't make a wish.

The next morning, a guard came and pulled me out of dish-washing class. With equal parts relief and trepidation, I was led down the hall and into the visiting room. My father stood as I entered. My mother remained seated, eyes fixed firmly on the table.

The visit was very short, and consisted solely of me being told that the reeducation camp was for my own good. "You'll never make your way in the world if you have no discipline," my father said, but cast a pained look at my black eye as he did so. "Promise me you won't try to draw attention to yourself anymore, Rach," he pleaded, taking my bandaged hand carefully in his own.

"Yeah, okay," I said, but didn't mean it. Then their time was up and I was led out of the room. My mother hadn't said a word the whole time, but cast me a look when I glanced over my shoulder that said it all.
23rd-Jun-2012 05:52 am (UTC)
Thank you for the fill! The part where they burned her fist was just... ugh. No wonder the reeducation camp is effective. D:
19th-Jun-2012 01:51 pm (UTC)
MM4: what if Cassie weren't a time anomaly/didn't suddenly bring the team together. No need for plot, just actual what-if-they-never-knew snippets.
19th-Jun-2012 02:53 pm (UTC)
MM#4, a minor character (such as David or the Auxiliaries) meets the Animorphs.
19th-Jun-2012 02:56 pm (UTC)
#41, Jake doesn't save Cassie
19th-Jun-2012 02:58 pm (UTC)
#7verse, the human Animorphs are almost made Controllers when Ax (and possibly other Andalites) show up to rescue them.
19th-Jun-2012 03:23 pm (UTC)
MM3, Cassie gives her slave the morphing ability
19th-Jun-2012 05:24 pm (UTC)
Three MM4 Prompts!

Alternate Reality: Megamorphs 4
Characters: Ax and Jake
Prompt: Continuing the fight after the others have died.

Alternate Reality: Megamorphs 4
Characters: Tobias / Any
Prompt: What if Tobias hadn't become a Controller?

Alternate Reality: Megamorphs 4
Characters: Any
Prompt: What if the others hadn't died? How could they fight the Yeerks without the morphing power? Would it all still end in death anyway?
21st-Jun-2012 08:26 pm (UTC)
(Double parentheses for thoughtspeak.)

I guess the Sharing wasn't for me. It's so dumb, but when I talked to Jake, he seemed like he was too cool for it. Like he was so cool, he didn't need anything bigger to be part of. So maybe I could try being a full member and tap in to something deeper or whatever, but...I don't know, I don't want to sell myself short if I could be something more.

Maybe I'll go out for a sports team. Be part of something bigger but still get the chance to do well on my own.

As if. I can almost hear them now. "Hey, hey Toby. Aw, didn't make the team? Maybe the girls will let you try out for theirs. Bet you could warm the bench for softball, huh?"

Maybe not.

"What are you watching now?" I blink as I walk in. It almost looks like some bad Star Trek outtake, except usually I'm the one watching space aliens and my uncle is the one changing the channel so he can cuss out a half-empty city council meeting.

"Some punk hacked into the tv camera," he says. "That'll teach 'em."

I want to ask who is supposed to be learning what, but the "alien" catches my attention. It--something tells me it's supposed to be a he--doesn't have anything that looks like a mouth, but there's a voice or something being piped in from off the screen. ((...have already overrun many peaceful races. They are a threat to your planet as well...))

"Who goes to the trouble of making this stuff up?" says my uncle, changing the channel only to find the creature still there. My heart starts to pound--stupid, I know, but this is pretty impressive. He switches again and again. Channel Seven is just a green screen, but all the other news channels are this...thing.

((My people, the Andalites, stand against them, but...))

"Bunch of idiots," says my uncle, turning it off.

"I, uh, I'll watch it if you won't," I stammer. He glares at me, then throws the remote over. But by the time I turn it on, it's back to some very confused newsanchors. Still, the afterimage hovers off to the side of the screen, shining a bright gold.

Edited at 2012-06-21 08:27 pm (UTC)
23rd-Jun-2012 01:19 am (UTC)
D: Reading about pre-series Tobias is always sad, but at least there's some hope in this fic <3
19th-Jun-2012 05:26 pm (UTC)
41: Seriously, what the hell happened to Ax?
19th-Jun-2012 05:27 pm (UTC)
MM3: Some Tobias/Melissa.
19th-Jun-2012 05:29 pm (UTC)
MM3: Jake/Cassie. He knows he shouldn't feel this way about her, but he does.

Edited at 2012-06-19 05:41 pm (UTC)
19th-Jun-2012 05:31 pm (UTC)
Another MM4 prompt. Can't stop, won't stop.

MM4: Everyone's regained their memories... but they're stuck in this world now.
19th-Jun-2012 05:34 pm (UTC)
MM4: More Marco/Rachel.
19th-Jun-2012 08:52 pm (UTC)
Seconded :)
19th-Jun-2012 09:47 pm (UTC)
Yeah. :) I could always go for more Marco/Rachel.
20th-Jun-2012 03:51 am (UTC)
(Others can feel free to do more of this, more Marco/Rachel is always good!)

“So.” I am not going to get tongue-tied, not in front of Marco the irrelevant. “You, uh, you and Jake go back?”

“Yeah,” he says, eyebrows raised.

“Cool! Yeah, um, I. I guess you'd know, does he ever—let on—what he thinks about Cassie?”

Marco rolls his eyes. “Out loud? No, but you can tell what he's thinking.”

“I thought as much,” I say. “She's worse. We have to get them together somehow and have them stop wasting time like this.”

“Glad you understand.”

“I guess I can handle it,” I decide. “Hey, Jake, even your friend Marco got a date with me, surely you're brave enough to ask Cassie out.”

He wrinkles his face. “Hold on a minute, I'm not sure which of us that was supposed to be insulting.”

“Now you're just asking for it.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” He blinks. “So do you just—I mean, you said you hang out here. What does that mean, you go to the arcade or...?”

“I shop,” I explain, trying to keep it simple enough even a boy can understand. “Look for deals. Try to see what goes with what.”

“Deals. Right. I like deals. But that's not hanging out, you just...”

“Go for the fun of it?”

“I missed a step. Where's the “fun” part?”

“Wouldn't expect that to penetrate your masculine brain.”

“It's a wall of self-defense, just to keep nuts like you out.”

“Really suave, Marco. Definitely earning that second date.” His eyebrows perk up. “Subtle, man.”
20th-Jun-2012 01:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is awesome. Of course they'd make it their mission to get J/C together. Of course. Aw.
19th-Jun-2012 05:37 pm (UTC)
MM4: More of Cassie remembering things and thinking she's lost it. (Alternatively, what if Cassie never found out she was an anomaly and everyone assumed she was going mad?)
20th-Jun-2012 02:56 am (UTC)
MM3: Melissa: fooling her dad
20th-Jun-2012 08:59 am (UTC)
The Stranger, Rachel, what was happening inside her head when her Yeerk made her eat Tobias
20th-Jun-2012 03:42 pm (UTC)
41: Jake has to choose between this future and the canon, post-54 one.

Edited at 2012-06-20 03:43 pm (UTC)
27th-Jun-2012 11:33 pm (UTC)

I feel numb. I should have...hit. Should have crashed something. It's blurry now, I feel like I've forgotten something. But I should have crashed into something and hurt or something, and not feeling anything at all seems strange.



I remember lots of things.


Not Crayak. Crayak would call me Big Jake--he was playing games. So was I. This...whoever this is, sees through me. Sees that I've left my childish secrets behind, I've grown up--

grown up. A flash of myself, years older, with a beard I hadn't grown, waking up in a bed I hadn't fallen asleep in.




A spaceship was nothing--I had blown up the moon once! But I hadn't gotten to follow through. The war wasn't over, there. They didn't even need people to rebuild, yet--they needed people to finish fighting.

Hadn't I wanted another war, wanted to get back in the fight? I could have one. Ax was--maybe dead, maybe infested, but he could be freed, not part of something I didn't even understand. Rachel was alive, maybe even Tom too! I had to go back.

But Cassie...

Cassie was lost.

A Controller, though. I had left one Cassie behind on earth, in part to keep her safe. Like I'd failed at that time. But also because she could have gotten in the way. Maybe there wasn't a morphing cube to give away, but...

What about the others? Are you giving them choices, too?


Tobias would go to his--to Ax's Andalite body. Something he could survive in, into the future. Marco would be a Controller.

Menderash? Santorelli? Jeanne? They had healthy bodies and minds, the Yeerks wouldn't have passed them over. But they would probably be alive. I could save them, me and Tobias and Rachel. I couldn't say no, couldn't let her die again.

We would have a chance. The Yeerks would be weakened. We could fight them.

The Yeerks have already been defeated, here.

Are you waiting out in space, in the other world?


I had gotten another war, even if this enemy seemed impossible to defeat. I had gotten another war because we'd already won the first one.

I can't. I...I have to stay here. It had been a hollow victory, yes, but it's finally seeming a little more full. Now that it doesn't matter anymore.


The voice fades away and I'm on the ship where I belong. And then I feel nothing at all.
20th-Jun-2012 03:44 pm (UTC)
41: Terrorist Cassie meets regular Cassie. Maybe her anomaly powers kick in or something, I don't know.
20th-Jun-2012 03:48 pm (UTC)
41: A moment between Visser One and Visser Marco. Guest starring a despairing Marco and Eva.
21st-Jun-2012 10:07 am (UTC)
#41; Cassie; She didn't know she had it in her.
(Terrorist Cassie might be my favorite Cassie, guys!)
This page was loaded Feb 20th 2017, 3:38 pm GMT.