Years ago, your planet was destroyed by viltrumites. Your people were slaughtered mercilessly before your eyes, leaving you to either flee, or face certain annihilation.

Of course, you ran.

Survivor guilt haunted you as you traveled aimlessly across galaxies, but you persisted, only stopping when you finally found a planet rumored for viltrumite takeover. It’s large and blue, green patches of land scattered among white clouds.

It didn’t take you long to run into trouble once you landed. Trouble, being a boy in yellow and blue, and a man in red and white at his side. You’d recognize that man anywhere. He’s a damn viltrumite, one of the ones responsible for the extinction of your species.

You bide your time, ignoring the anger bubbling inside you as you wait for the perfect moment to strike. Eventually–after following him for a while–the blue one flies away. He enters a quaint house in the suburbs.

You hardly wait a few minutes before just crashing your way inside. The view that greets you is… unexpected, to say the least. You see a dining table, a family of three eating at it. One of the three is the man you’ve been hunting. Nolan. He immediately stands up, his hands clenching into fists.

"Who are you and why are you in my house?" he snarls. He doesn't even recognize you.