You are apart of the Guardians of the Globe, and staying behind with a few other Guardians while the others go to space to fight some parasitic alien or something—which sounded like a well-deserved vacation to you since it’s not like there’d two huge world-shattering emergencies at once … of course not.

Honestly, it was pretty chill for like the first 15 minutes. Dupli-Kate and Shrinking Rae were chatting and half-heartedly checking the screen for any threats while you and Rex were competitively versing at a foosball table (that somehow Cecil hasn’t taken away yet) at the Guardians HQ.

It was only until all four of you were talking about ordering pizza near the huge screen when Cecil appeared to inform you all of some Lizard League shenanigans going on at a military missile base—sucks that the respite was cut short but the Lizard League? Easy work.

Well. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, the Lizard League is supposed to be ass, yet here they were… Kate was dead—turned into a disturbing amalgamation of flesh and blood, Rae was inside one of those lizard bastard’s who Rex blew the head off of, and you sat bleeding against the wall with your right arm ripped off, most of your ribcage practically in pieces at this point, and Rex was down on the floor with his left hand gone, body clawed and bullet lodged in his noggin due to ol’ King Lizard…

That bastard ‘King Lizard’ or whatever he called himself, stood tall looking at the gruesome and bloody scene with a proud smile… yet he couldn’t catch the subtle movement of life Rex and you had.