Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional Phenomena

Prologue

"Jesus, Mega, what the hell do you think you're doing?" General John McNamara asked his 'intern', as he was known to the outside world, who was currently defusing, or trying to defuse, a bomb. John was incredibly annoyed, and all together fed up with Curt Mega's tactics.

"Well, I thought that there might be sort of a telltale wire that is just begging me to cut it or something? I don't know! God, why do they make bombs so hard to defuse!" The 16 year old groused. John sighed in exasperation.

"Kid, I told you which wire to cut. Just cut it already!" He ordered the younger man, walking over from where he was pretending to dismantle the alarms. He thought for a second, and decided to just tell the teen why they were here. "God help me. Kid, this was a test, and so far you are completely fucking it up. Damn, I wish that Cynthia hadn't claimed Owen for herself. That kid is a goddamn prodigy." Curt brightened at the mention of Owen, for some reason unknown to John, and started trying harder at dismantling the explosive.

"You seem to know Owen. How?" The general asked, disliking not knowing something, which was a rare occasion. Curt turned bright red.

"Oh, uh, w-we just go to school together, th-that's all." John snorted, a smile on his face, which was a rare occurrence, seeing as he had trained for years to hide his emotions.

"Don't fuck with me. You like him. Does he know?" John pressed the red faced boy in front of him, who had just snipped the apparently correct wire.

"Uh, no... And you better not tell anyone, p-please, sir! I'm not even out yet! My parents don't even know I'm gay!" Curt stammered, causing John to smirk.

"Oh, I'm telling Cynthia, and there's nothing you can do to stop me, but I won't tell him, or anyone else, don't worry." The teen sighed in relief, and John's smirk grew as he formed a plan in his head to get the two teens together. He'd have to get Cynthia in on it. "Well, you did terribly, but you did pass, so we can go now." He told his intern. The two walked to the door, but before they could open it, a wormhole-looking-thing appeared in front of them. The general's face grew grim. "Shit! Go hide, kid!" the general yelled, drawing his gun and handing it to the teen. "I'm authorizing you to use my firearm!" He then drew another gun, and crouched down behind a crate, carefully aiming at what he now recognized as a portal. Shit. Wilbur. No, he couldn't think about that now. He needed to focus.

The portal grew wider, and suddenly there was a flash of light. Then, ten people stepped out, looking very confused, some screaming, some crying, some just scared, and a couple just confused.

Two looked like what would happen if Neanderthals got a decent sense of style, one of the two young women wearing a blue neck-piece, the other with feathers on the shoulders of her dress, two were children wearing robes, one with a green and silver tie (who was crying) and the other with a red and gold one, and eight were dressed normally, well, normal for early March in Hatchetfield, with jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, and flannels, one holding a chihuahua, although one of the 'normals', as John had dubbed them in his mind, was apart from them, and looked younger, maybe 16 or something, and they looked really scared, while the other five just looked somewhat older, and confused. The 'normal' kid was wearing something that surprised John, it surprised him a lot, and the general rarely had emotions since Wilbur was lost.

The kid was wearing a t-shirt with the P.E.I.P. logo on it, under their flannel and hoodie. How did they know P.E.I.P. existed? Anyways, P.E.I.P. didn't have merchandise. The general decided that the kid must've been from a universe where P.E.I.P. wasn't secret, or something like that. McNamara would have to give them something else to wear. He shook it off, and took in a little more. The Neanderthal without the neck-piece was carrying a torch, she brandished it like a weapon when she saw the others, and the the kid with the green tie pointed... a stick? all around the room, not sure who to aim at, though whatever that stick did, the kid seemed to believe they could defend themself with it.

The normal looking people were mostly just confused, save for the normal-looking kid, but when they looked around and saw all of these other people, one of them, a guy with long dirty blonde hair, who looked suspiciously like John, gasped, and pointed to all of the people in the room, whispering words to the other four, and John thought he heard the man say '...Draco, Ron...musicals...Zazzalil...Hatchetfield...' The last word confused John. How did this man know where he was? Maybe he'd heard it wrong.

John stood up, and motioned for Curt to follow his lead. He intended to get to the bottom of this, he decided. Discreetly, the general pressed the button on his comm so that the people at PEIP HQ would have an idea of what was happening. Time to find out what the hell was going on here.