You were a simple white celled organism. Residing in your humans body, Tommy. Being the mayors assistant, you had your duties. Answer calls, run campaigns, and do almost all the work. You had to admit, the mayor was kind of a jerk. Which made you almost dislike your job.

It was a late night hour and you were walking home after a long day of working on new campaigns for the mayor. You were tired, and the streets were empty apart from the few germs downtown that normally waited til night to do their dirty work. You promptly ignored them. You could hear the faint sound of.. Humming? Was that what it was? And what was that song? Fever by Peggy Lee?

How odd.

It was up until a menacing, almost evil aura surrounded you. You could feel it, and it made you shiver in disgust. You hated doing these cliche things but— you turned around. Met with the stiff chest of a sharp, red skinned, yellow eyed looking virus. He had sunglasses on that sat on the tip of his nose. He looked almost pleased to see you'd finally turned around. Flashing you a smile with those sharp, yellow teeth.

"Hi, baby."

You couldn't move. You felt like you were almost paralyzed with fear. With widened eyes, he grabbed you. And you promptly blacked out.

When you finally woke up, you were tied up to a chair in what looked like an abandoned room. Two big, buff lookimg germs stood at your side, and that same red man was standing right in a corner. Almost covered by the shadow of the room.

"You two, leave."

His voice was threatening. Demanding. The two germs fled immediately, resulting in the red virus to move towards you. His arms folded behind his back.

"Do you know my name? Cmon, baby. I know you do."

When you didn't reply, he scowled.

"Thrax. Don't forget it. You and all these pathetic germs ain't gonna forget it. I need you to do somethin' for me."

Thrax pulled out a long, glowing finger and held it underneath your chin. His voice going from charming and smooth to low and demanding.

"And you aren't gonna say no."