Carmen Sandiego Fanfic - Tumblr Posts
off topic but uh. im writing a carmen sandiego fanfiction. specifically a 'the characters react to the show' fanfic. maybe you should check it out :] (im shit at advertising)
it has scene kid player in it :)
EY YO, DARK!PLAYER ENJOYERS! GET YA’LLS JUICE!
Summary:
It's been months since Player first disappeared, months where Carmen and the rest of her team were left waiting for some kind of sign, anything that would lead them to Player.
She gets it on top of a Ferris wheel.
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Or, alternatively: The Ferris wheel scene but with Dark!Player instead of Carmen.
WAKE UP DARK!PLAYER ENJOYERS! I AM ONCE AGAIN BACK WITH MORE!!
(check the tags for content warnings)
Summary:
"If you leave for-" He pauses, Carmen can hear the young hacker suck in a breath as he readjusts himself. His voice comes out strained,” Let's say five- no, ten minutes? I'll be gone, all of your things will be fine. I won’t touch any of your data, you have my word.”
“And I’m supposed to trust the word of a trained…” hacker,” Thief?”
There’s a beat, Carmen wonders how quickly she can pick the doorknob's lock but finding a pin in time would be more difficult… “I keep my word,” Player snaps, but truthfully, Carmen can read Player like a book, can hear just how much his voice really trembles,” Unlike you, traitor.”
- -
Or, alternatively;
A small, injured VILE operative turns up in Team Red's headquarters; their own best friend, Player.
And they have to find a way to bring him home, permanently.
Yet another Player fic, this time for Febuwhump!
TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THE TAGS!
Summary:
"A pleasant little blip sounded off from one of his devices, signaling that the decryption program had finished its job. “I’ve almost got it,” He reported, the smile on his face turning more genuine,” Just hold them off for a little longer, and I can finish-”
Player doesn’t get to finish his sentence. "
Alternatively, Player just wants to help his friends. But nothing's ever that easy,
Day 7 of Player Week, at last!
@playerappreciationweek
Summary for the fic:
"“Z-Zack?” Ivy asked. She took a few steps forward, her eyes bright and terrified. Player snarled. "
Or, alternatively; After being kidnapped, Team Red stumbles upon a very hungry, very vicious vampire... their own teammate.
(Made for Day 7 of Player Appreciation Week)
you have a tumblr!!?
I found your Carmen Sandiego fics on AO3 and I kinda read every single one in a day they are SO GOOD
hi!
WHA- YES!! HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! HI!
I also have a Wattpad under the same username
I’d like to offer you;
One Player-related sick fic
Summary:
After VILE is taken down, Carmen follows Player's advice and chooses to reconnect with her team.
Unfortunately the day of, Player falls ill.
Fortunately, though, his best friends are there to help.
Citrine posts for Whumptober!!! Huzzah!!
Summary:
When waking up in a bad situation, with a wire around your neck and your life at risk, one should be concerned about themself.
All Player can worry about is Carmen.
(Made for Day 1 of 2022's Whumptober; Unconventional Restraints)
*offers you some more fandom/Whumptober angst*
Summary:
Player is different from his teammates.
He isn't used to gallivanting across the globe or having little to no downtime or being stuck with people who are (endearingly) loud.
But he's fine!
... Right?
(Made for Whumptober Swap-out Prompt; Sensory Overload (in place of Day 3))
A hidden injury fic?? More likely then you’d think
Summary:
Player screws up. Very badly. Not the kind his mother would tease him for, but the kind that would make his friends ban him from heists in person for the foreseeable future, the kind that would make Carmen blame herself and fret until the cows came home.
Player gets stabbed.
(Made for Whumptober Day 4, Dead On Your Feet and the prompt Blood Loss)
*takes a nap*
Summary:
After attempting escape with Carmen, Player is dragged back and kept in the dark from their punishment.
At least, until Brunt grabs the whip.
(Made for Whumptober Day 10, Poor Unforunate Souls and the prompt Whipping, as well as Day 17, Stress Positions)
Yet another CS Whumptober Fic about Player
Summary:
In the short time Player's been imprisoned, he's already learned not to give his captors a reaction to his suffering. Unfortunately, that's not exactly possible when one of them is intent on playing a special kind of game with him, one with consequences that could kill Player.
(Made for Whumptober Day 22, Pick Your Poison, and the prompt "Toxic")
*offers you some TR as found family*
Summary:
Player can't sleep, Ivy doesn't want to work.
Between the two of them, they can surely figure out some solution, right?
(Alternatively; Player gets adopted)
*kindly offers you yet another Carmen Sandiego fic to help advertise Player Week (please go check it out I included a link in the fic)* Summary:
“Just five seconds,” Player pleaded, sounding almost as frustrated and hurt as Carmen felt,” Please. I know you can fight it just long enough to-”
“Don’t.” Carmen warned, again, as the music finally began to lower to a finish. She tried to ignore the subsequent sting in her chest when Player’s expression fell. “Not here."
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Or, alternatively; In the wake of their capture by VILE, Team Red attends a gala for VILE and their investors, their wrists fitted with the same mind-control technology they've thwarted countless times before. Only this time, Carmen finds herself unable to fight against the orders she's given, no matter what they are... or which member of her team they happen to hurt.
It’s Player Week time, folks!!! Get your gremlin hackers ready!!! @playerappreciationweek
(Written alt prompt 1, "Get ready to rack up more frequent flyer miles!")
Summary:
Coarse ropes bite into Player’s skin, cloth fabric covers his eyes. His bindings are tough, knotted by expert, practiced hands. He’s not the first person they’ve done this to, and if history repeats itself, he will not be the last. Some have escaped, others haven’t, but both were far more skilled than Player. He’s no operative, he’s no trained thief, he’s a tiny, scrawny little hacker, and he’s- “Oh, calm down, Player!” He squawks as an arm wrap around his neck, inhibiting his ability to breathe as his attacker drags him closer. “You’re being so dramatic!” -Been kidnapped. By his own friends.
-- Or, alternatively:
For his nineteenth birthday, all Player wants to do is curl up in bed and sleep. Unfortunately for him, he ends up kidnapped by two overzealous red-heads.
OKAY FOLKS! Which of you remember Carmine from the OG Carmen Sandiego video games?
... oh, you don’t...
Carmine was a cat with the mind of a superthief. The concept is adorable, and she deserves her own fic, so I humbly offer myself as tribute.
Summary:
Carmine is a thief unit, an animal created by the great Doctor herself. She is the best of the best, a good kitty and, with a little luck, soon to be a good thief, too. But when Carmine finds herself alone and abandoned in the cold, she loses everything. ... And finds a new friend.
@playerappreciationweek
As a kind gift for my fellow ADHD friends; Player? Neurodivergent. Hotel? Trivago.
@playerappreciationweek
Summary:
During a 'routine' prisoner psychological intake examination on Carmen Sandiego's favourite little hacker, Maelstrom finds something. Something Player isn't too happy to learn.
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Alternatively: Maelstrom takes one look at Player and immediately clocks him as neurodivergent
(Made for Player Week Day 4 "I'm happy here in my dark little cave.")
Twins
Harper was furious. How dare they hurt his sister? She did nothing to them.
This is an AU of Player's kids in the future.
All characters belong to the creator of Carmen Sandiego except for the twins and their mother. I don't own any of them.
Harper was furious. How dare they hurt his sister? She did nothing to them.
They were evil. Tiny demons, if you will. Although, not as evil as some of the people their aunt Carmen had to deal with.
Harper sat at his desk, looking at the red colouring pencil in his hand. When was the last time they saw her? It must have been at least a good few months.
He tapped his pencil against the desk, shaking with rage. The page in front of him empty, a blank space, mocking him.
They had been given an assignment, to draw someone that inspires them. The only problem was, he had a few people that inspired him and he couldn't choose which one of them he should do. His father, his mother, his sister or, his aunt Carmen. They all inspired him, so who to choose?
He didn't know what his father did exactly, nor did he his aunt, but all he knew was that his dad was amazing with technology and that he helped his aunt to change the world. One step at a time.
His mother was a writer, an author, and she created amazing stories for children and adults alike. All it took was a spark of imagination and the story flowed out like a dam breaking.
His sister, his dear sister, who had been put through hell and back because some arrogant people can't accept change. She meant the world to him, and he'd go to the ends of the Earth to protect her from any evil that came their way.
The teacher walked around the room, inspecting every child's drawing, as if he was expecting some Picasso level painting, because each time he laid eyes on one of the children's drawings, his eyebrows fell down into a crease, scowling at the child's drawing, almost disappointedly.
The teacher wasn't really a work of art himself however, and neither were any of his many 'paintings' that were hung up on the walls, each in a wooden frame.
The man had gelled black hair, although it looked more like he'd been whacked across the head by an octopus, with the amount of gel that was in his hair. He had dark blue eyes, that look more grey than blue at most times, and big, dumbo like ears. His face was covered in wrinkles, a sign that the man was indeed old. What was he now? Late fifties? Maybe sixties? Possibly seventies? And yet, here he was, still teaching a bunch of six year olds basic maths and showing them how to draw what most of them already can, stick figures. Honestly what was he expecting from them when he asked them to draw someone who inspires them? Hyper detailed realistically accurate coloured version of the person? Come on.
He wore a two piece suit, both pieces black, and brown, freshly polished dress shoes. He also had a black handle bar moustache. He looked like he had been plucked out of one of those old films he had seen his parents watching, from the nineteen-thirties perhaps. Seriously, this was a school, not some grand ball thrown by the Queen of England, or another important figure of society. There really was no need to be dressed so formally.
Harper made eye contact with his sister and she smiled and waved at him. He grinned. It was nice to see her so happy. Suddenly, he heard someone clearing their throat, and he froze. Rosy's eyes widened as well, and she mouthed an apology at the fact that she had distracted him.
"Mr Bouchard, care to explain to me as to why, we are half way through our lesson, and yet your paper is still blank?" He heard the voice behind him ask. He winced, he really couldn't have drawn a line or something to make it seem like he'd done some work?
"I'm sorry Mr Williams but I've got lots of people that inspire me and I can't pick one." He replied, turning to face his teacher, eyes darting around the classroom, looking for a way to escape the patronising gaze of the man before him.
"If I do not see anything on this page," he pushed his finger down onto the page, crinkling it slightly. Even the way he talks is posh, "by the end of this lesson, then I will have to call your parents in. This is the fourth time you have not done work because you 'could not decide on someone'. It is really getting old and I am getting tired of your excuses Mr Bouchard."
Harper's eyes widened. They couldn't call his parents! They were already busy enough, and troubling them and causing them more problems over something as stupid as not doing a drawing was ridiculous.
"I'll have something down by the end of the lesson Mr Williams." He said, finally making eye contact.
"You better had. You do not want me to call your parents in because of something this simple, do you?"
Harper shook his head.
"No Mr Williams"
"Good. Get to it then."
He didn't have anything down. So, here he was sitting in the headmasters office, waiting for his parent to arrive.
Mr Williams was stood next to the headmasters desk, arms crossed. He didn't look very happy. Sat next to him was the headmaster. Harper was looking down, embarrassed, hoping this will be over soon.
"Mr Bouchard, I thought you had said you would have something down by the end of the lesson." Mr Williams remarked.
Harper looked up.
"I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't-"
"Decide on who to draw. You keep saying that, and look where it has gotten you."
"Now now, he feels bad as it is Mr Williams, you don't need to make him feel worse." The headmaster told him.
"I was gonna say I couldn't think of where to start." Harper mumbled.
"What was that young man?"
"Nothing sir."
The headmaster was a chubby man about the age of 40, and yet he was growing grey hair on the sides of his head and balding on top. The man wore a pink striped shirt, with blue suspenders over the top. Harper couldn't see the bottom half because of the oak desk between them.
Bookshelves scattered the walls on either side of him, most mainly empty, with a few bits and bobs here and there, and some filled with books.
There was a knock on the door, snapping Harper out of his train of thought.
"Come in" the headmaster shouted.
The door opened. There were his parents. He made eye contact with his father and looked away immediately, ashamed.
"We came as soon as we could. What's going on?" He heard his mother ask.
"Mr and Mrs Bouchard, please, take a seat." The headmaster asked, or demanded.
His parents both looked at each other worriedly, and then proceeded to sit in the other two chairs there.
"What's all of this about?" His father questioned.
"Nothing too big, so there's no need to worry, Mr Bouchard. It's just about Harpers schoolwork." He reassured his parents.
"What about it?" His mother chimed in.
"It has recently come to my attention by Mr Williams here," the man in question raised his hand, "that Harper has not been doing his schoolwork and has been making stupid excuses as to why." The headmaster remarked.
"Is this true Harper?" His mother asked.
"Only my art work, mum. I do everything else! Plus, it's only happened four times, like, once a month or something like that!" Harper replied.
"Wait wait wait," his father waved his hands up and down, "you mean to tell us that you called us," he moved his hands to refer to himself and his wife, "to the school just because our son hasn't done what, four pieces of work? There gotta be a lot of other kids that don't do it either. I mean, they're six for crying out loud!"
"Parker." His mother warned, her voice low. She put her hand on her husbands shoulder gently and smiled at him lovingly, in order to calm him down, so there isn't a scene caused.
The man's eyes widened. She never called him by his real name. It was always by his code name, Player. She really didn't want to make a scene.
"Yes. Other kids haven't done work as well and we'll be calling there parents in as well but Harper resists against his teacher so we've had to call you in first." the bald man told them.
"This is ridiculous" Player mumbled. His wife elbowed him, and gave him a glare. He rolled his eyes.
"How does he resist?" The woman asked.
"Uhh Mr Williams? How does Harper resist exactly?" The headmaster looked to the man.
"Umm... well... he gives me a lot of lip and doesn't participate in physical activities when I tell him to." Came his reply.
"There's a perfectly good explanation for that Mr Williams" the dark haired female said.
"And what is that explanation, Mrs Bouchard?" He said, looking down his nose at her. Judging by the stories he'd overheard from the twins on the playground, they were both reckless, adventurous and clever people. It was obvious that he didn't particularly like Harper, and because the two young adults in front of him were his parents, he didn't particularly like them either. They raised their child wrong. They should raise them to treat their seniors and their superiors with the respect they deserve. Harper and Rosy had none for him.
"Harper has been advised by his doctor to take it easy if he's hurting" the woman crossed her arms.
"If he's hurting? That's got to be the stupidest reason for a kid taking a break or not participating in activities. What is he? An old man like me? Because if I'm not allowed to get out of doing it with the students, neither should he." The man laughed and wiped a tear that came to his eye.
"Mr Williams! The doctor informed me of this and I have told you this as well. It seems you've forgotten though." The headmaster scolded.
"Forgotten what? That he" the man pointed at Harper. He looked down embarrassed. "shouldn't be doing Physical Education because he's 'hurting'?"
"No I informed you on why his legs hurt."
"And why is that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Because he's an amputee." Player said to him. "He wears prosthetics. He's been to school with crutches before and a wheelchair. The reason he was told not to all the time is because he experiences phantom pain. Is that all you need us for, to mock our son for his disability and waste mine and my wife's time?"
"Even so, he still gives me lip when I tell him to stop making symbols with his hands to Rosy." Mr Williams was flustered at getting called out. Oh how he hated this family. He just wanted one reason to get one of the children in trouble.
"You mean when he's signing what you're saying so she can understand?" The woman asked.
"Signed? As in sign language?"
"Yes. Rosy's deaf and although she has hearing aids, she still needs a little help to understand because they don't magically make her able to hear." Player glared at the man. "Is that all?" He looked back to the headmaster.
"Is that all Mr Williams?" The older man asked.
"Yes" He grumbled.
"You may all leave now. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I thought we had a different issue at hand." He told the family.
"Thank you" both of the parents said. They rose from the seats, and Harper followed and left the office.
"Unbelievable" Player mumbled, shaking his head.
"Did I do something wrong?" Harper asked, looking up at his father.
"No Harper you did nothing wrong. Your teacher just forgot about you and your sisters disabilities, that's all." He patted his son on his brown hair. Harper grinned at him and he smiled back.
They walked to the inside entrance of the school where Rosy was sitting on one of the blue chairs, swinging her legs. When she noticed the door open she looked up and smiled.
"Is everything ok? Did Harper get in trouble?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.
"No sweetie, he didn't." Her mother replied.
"Are we going home now?"
"Yes we are."
She walked to the door and opened it, signalling for them to go before her.
As the twins were walking in front of them and talking amongst themselves happily, Player decided to make conversation with his wife beside him, who was holding his hand.
"It's a good thing Red didn't want to do a caper today huh?" He laughed. She smiled.
"Yeah, lucky us. Otherwise I'd be stuck dealing with that man on my own." She chuckled.
"I would've come as fast as I could if I had to help Red, but I'm assuming you already knew that, didn't you Iris?"
"Yep. You'd do anything for the twins." He glared at her.
"And you."
"Oh you can spare some love for me now too?" She put her hand on her chest. "I'm honoured." She teased.
"No I don't think I will anymore, you've taken it for granted too many times." He looked away, feigning offence. When he looked at Iris however, he couldn't keep it up and they both burst into laughter.
The twins looked behind them to see their parents giggling to themselves.
"What are they laughing at?" Rosy asked, turning to her brother.
"I have no idea. It could be anything really." He said.
"Yeah you're right."
The next day at school when Harper walked into the classroom he made immediate eye contact with Mr Williams. Harper looked away awkwardly, cheeks red and biting the inside of his cheek. He sat down in his seat and got out his blue pencil.
"You got taken to the headmaster's office yesterday, didn't you?" The girl next to him asked.
She had long curly black hair that had been tied into pigtails with red bobbles. She had a blue and black striped shirt, and black leggings.
Harper raised an eyebrow.
"How do you know that?" He asked.
"Yesterday. Mr Williams told you that you needed something on your paper or he was gonna get your parents. You didn't have anything by the end of the lesson." She told him.
"You were looking at my work?"
Her eyes widened and she turned red.
"Yes. I was." She muttered.
"Why?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I was gonna ask you about who you drew but then, y'know, you didn't draw anyone."
"Why did you want to ask me about it?"
"You ask lots of questions. I've been wanting to be your friend for awhile but I didn't know how to talk to you."
"Oh." He stuck his hand out in front of her awkwardly. "I'm Harper."
The girl just sat there looking at his hand.
"You're supposed to shake my hand hand and tell me your name after." He told her.
"O-oh. Sorry." She laughed awkwardly. She grabbed his hand and shook it. "I'm Frankie."
They both smiled at each other.
Mr Williams cleared his throat and began the lesson, narrowing his eyes and glaring at the Harper as he began to sign to Rosy.
"What are you doing?" Frankie whispered, after noticing Harper signing.
"Rosy's deaf so in lessons I sign what the teachers saying so she can understand." He whispered back.
"That's sweet of you. But wouldn't it of been easier if you were sat next to each other?"
"It would be, but Mr Williams sat us in these seats and when I tried to tell him he dismissed it."
"Oh"
They both went back to listening to the teacher again.
At break time, the students all filed onto the yard, going to their friend groups. Harper walked towards Rosy.
"Harper wait up!" He heard someone say. He turned to find Frankie running towards him.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Playing with my friend. Where are we going?" She said, like it was the most the most obvious thing in the world.
"I'm trying to find Rosy."
"She's your sister, right?"
"Yeah, she's my older twin sister."
"Older? It seems like you're the oldest. You're always worrying about her and trying to help her."
"We take care of each other." He smiled gently.
"Take care of each other? How does she help you?"
"When it comes to my disability." He raised his trousers leg up and she gasped as she saw the prosthetic leg.
"Wow. I had no idea." She looked back up to him.
"That's kinda the point." He laughed.
They turned the corner to find Rosy sitting on the floor, with her head down. She was sobbing quietly, holding her ears. Harper and Frankie's eyes widened.
"What happened?!" He shouted.
She didn't respond. Harper crouched down and gripped her hands. She gasped and tried to escape until she looked up and saw it was her brother.
'What happened?' He signed.
"They ripped my hearing aids out." She whimpered.
"WHAT?!" He yelled.
Frankie put her hand on Harper's shoulder and gave him a sad smile. He pulled her hands from her ears, with much resistance from Rosy. Finally, he managed to keep her hands down and gasped. Her ears were bleeding. Frankie bent down to look and gasped as well. Harper's hand clenched and his knuckles turned white. They did this.