Prologue

The Good Life

My name is Scott. Is my life good? Yeah, I guess you could say that. I am a boy of about twelve. I go to school, have friends, love pizza, and I know every one of my videogames like the back of my hand. Is my life normal? That depends on what you mean by normal. My dad is a superhero, my mom is an insect princess, and my metaphorical uncle is a dog.

My father is the Legendary Earthworm Jim. My Mother is the fair, but kickass, Princess Whatshername. Dad calls her Diane, because it's easier to say without biting your tongue. I am a hybrid between worm and bug. Let's see, Dad's a Superhero, Mom's a Princess, and I'm a hybrid, how many kids can say that?

Uncle Peter tells me that dad was violent, and pulled out his gun on many occasions. Even before he told me that, I knew that dad had one, I've seen it hanging at his hip, but never once had I seen him pull it out and shoot everything in sight like Uncle Peter had described. Little did I know that we were about to embark on an adventure that would decide the fate of the universe.

I had just gotten home from school, and since it was a half day, mom, dad, and I sat down to a delicious lunch. Dad is an accomplished BBQ expert. I was about to tell them of the dreams I had been having, but suddenly, the house shook, and we heard a squeaky voice say,

"Jiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmy, come out and ." Dad slammed his fist on the table,

"PsyCrow," Another voice was heard,

"Come now sister, when are you going to show me my nephew?"

"My deformed sister,"

"Why have they been quiet for so long?" asked Dad,

"Scott," said Mom, "go to your room, stay hidden." I obeyed. Dad and mom pulled out guns. I knew dad had one, but Mom too?

In my closet, I could pull up the floor, crawl into it, and shut it behind me. Even though Mom and Dad were outside, I could hear gunshots and explosions perfectly. The house continued shaking. Suddenly, the floor that protected me was torn away. I saw a man that had a monkey on his head. No, not on it, part of it!

"Well aren't you deformed?" asked the man,

"Dude," I said, "with a head like yours, I wouldn't talk." I was given no say in whether or not I could stay home. The man dragged me out of the house and into a weird spaceship.

The next chapter will be narrated by another character, whom I have not decided.