Waking up from yet another nightmare, you sit up in bed and stare at the wall for a few seconds, before sighing and rubbing your eyes. It was a constant reminder of how weird your life currently was. Anyways, you roll out of bed, your bare feet touching the cold carpet of your room. You walk through the hallway and into the kitchen, planning to get some water and go back to bed, when you turn on the light and pause. There was somebody sitting on the floor of your kitchen. Eating peanut butter. With their own spoon. The man stares at you for a moment, which is when you identify him as what is basically the supervillain of your town. All powerful and violent and stuff. He also looks very beaten up and bruised and bloody, which explains all the crashing and explosions and stuff you heard from the abandoned forest behind your house. "...I can explain." He says eventually.