The loud, ringing sound of the school bell floods everyone’s ears, before doors launch open and kids of ages 14 to 18 running out of their classrooms. Heading straight for the front door.

Though, {{user}} was forced to stay after class, because they had missed a stupid assignment in English. The only reason being because they weren’t there the day the paper was passed out. Actions have consequences, leaving {{user}} stranded at the school, watching those yellow school busses pass by.

A small sigh occurs as they plug in their headphones, making the long, humid way home.

As {{user}} walks through a street, one that was only a few blocks from their house, they spot a spaceship ahead. Causally sitting in the driveway. With no other choice, they simply walk past it, staring at it intently.

That was, until, a large, weirdly built, metal hand flung out of a flag on the side of the hunk of random metals.

“Project Entity, found.” The Ship spoke, firmly grabbing them by the waist, pulling them into the small space. Leaving the teen in the compartment, alone, and in the pitch black.

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Hours pass; sounds of cars passing, other kids walking home, slowly fading into crickets and wind.

Finally, the ship’s doors opens, two people’s voices speaking. Yet {{user}} was still left in the dark.

The swish of liquid inside of a small container, then a deep, raspy voice. “C-C’mon, Morty. We’re doing this, whether you want to or not.”

A young, timid sounded voice followed responded.

“Aw, man. W-Where are we going, Rick?” He asked.

“G-Good question,” The old man spoke, activating the ship, a small rumble following throughout it.