Dimensions - Whats in a Name

All attempts to get myself into a Fangs Mood have failed. Tried writing something else just to see if I could and got this. Roughly based on Lego Dimensions, with the exception being only the people from the Lego Movie World are Legos. Everyone is just as if they’d been plucked from the franchise they were drawn form

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Harry Potter hated being the Chosen One. Honestly he’d figured that out before he was ‘officially’ awarded the title. Being ‘a’ Chosen One, however was a different story. No one expected him to be the one to fix everything. Rather they had a rather large group of individuals with seemingly nothing in common, except a sincere desire to stop the multiverse from collapsing. He was expected to help where he could, but nothing more. The rather oddly dressed fellow called Batman made sure the younger members of their group were kept away from the more dangerous places if at all possible. Harry would have been more resentful of that if Batman wasn’t equally insistent they also be kept fully informed of everything,

Then there was Gandalf who reminded him so much of Dumbledore it made him homesick. But even then the ancient wizard was far more direct than his headmaster has ever been. Not to mention Owen and his velociraptor. Emmett and Wyldstyle, with their strange appearance and almost robotic movement (He’d heard the doctor fellow utter something about a Nesteen Consciousness or something). Cyborg, who certainly lived up to his name.

Speaking of names, that brought him to the person sitting opposite him in the black van. “No matter how good you are with the ladies, I’m not calling you that.” Harry informed the lanky guy in front of him.

Shaggy just looked confused. “Like what do ladies have to do with anything?”

“You prefer blokes then?”

B.A. Baracus laughed from the driver’s seat. “You two know just because you’re both talking in English doesn’t mean you’re speaking the same language, right?”

“But, like, isn’t that exactly what that means?” Shaggy sounded confused.

“Each areas have their own phrases though, especially different countries. Traveling around with my team, I got to learn a bunch. Like in England, some guy comes up to me and says ‘fag’ I know they’re just askin for a smoke. But in the good old US of A I’d pity the fool who said that to my face.”

Huh, Harry could see how uncomfortable Sha-he was with that word. “So what does your name mean when it’s at home?”

“Shaggy. You know, scruffy? Kinda messy? What’s it mean to you?”

Okay, that made far more sense. And made this next bit more awkward. “It sort of implies you like to sleep around.”

Shaggy shrugged. “I do like naps.”

Harry shot a ‘Is he for real?’ look to the fourth occupant of the van. He had yet to hear her say a word, but somehow her cocked eyebrow and eyeroll communicated ‘Yes he is honestly that naive’ clearly enough.

“It means you have sex a lot,” Harry clarified.

Now Shaggy looked like he had swallowed a lemon. Actually, he’d probably look a lot happier if that was the case. His love of food was extraordinary. “Yeah, uh no. Okay. So we need something else for you to call me, right?”

“Well, what about your actual name?”

“Sorry, nope nada. Not answering to that stupid name. No way, no how.”

Harry was strongly reminded of Tonks. Speaking of which, “What about just your surname?”

“Rogers,” He still looked uncomfortable though.

“Cultural difference again, Kids.” B.A. cut in again. “Normal in England to call someone by their last name unless you’re really close, but in America that’s mostly something you do for someone you don’t really like.”

Ah, so it was technically workable, but still not the best. “I don’t know, Sammy?”

“Sammy?” Shaggy perked up.

“Well it sounds kind of like what you usually go by, without the connotations. Sam for short.”

Shaggy seemed to consider it. “Might take me a bit to get used to, but I guess that’s okay.”

“Good, because we’re here. Everyone ready?” Harry pulled out his wand while Chell snapped her portal gun into place. Sammy pulled out what looked like a normal sandwich, but the last time Harry’s seen him take a bite he’d literally breathed fire like a Chinese Fireball.

“Let’s go,”

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I am usually against changing names for localization, but changing Shaggy into Sammy in the UK was more than justified.

Though I do wonder how they fit the whole ‘Norville’ thing into it, since Sammy is less obviously a made up name?

The evolution of Shaggy Rogers (TV Shows)

Scooby Doo Where Are You (1969)

The New Scooby Doo Movies (1972)

Scooby-Doo and Scrappy-Doo Show (1979)

The 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo (1985)

A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (1988)

What’s New Scooby-Doo (2002)

Shaggy and Scooby-Doo Get a Clue (2006)

Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated (2010)

Be Cool, Scooby-Doo! (2014)