Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional Phenomena

Chapter 1

"What the damn fuck is happening here? Where did you all come from? Where are we?" the feathered-dress Neanderthal was the first to speak up, still brandishing her torch in one hand, holding onto her wife's hand with the other, her mature language causing the robed kids to gasp and cover their ears. "Ooh! Sorry! I meant 'what the DANG fuck is happening here.'" she amended, making said children groan and re-cover there ears, while also causing the five 'normal' adults to chuckle a bit.

"Well do you really think we know?" One of the adults, who was holding a dog, groaned. There was a murmur of agreement among the other adults, and even the man's dog barked in agreement.

"I'm sorry, but what country is this? Your accents are hurting my ears." the previously-crying robed-kid said in a snobbish voice, complete with a thick British accent. John smirked, as the kid's accent reminded him of Owen.

"Hello." John stepped out from behind the concrete pillar he had been hiding behind, causing the people to jump a bit. Curt did the same. "Do any of you know where you are or how you got here?" The general asked, putting an air of authority behind his voice. Everyone shook their head except for the 'normal' kid, so seemed to be having a panic attack. "Dang it." He muttered, being careful of his language around children. "Does anyone know what to do if someone's having a panic attack?" He asked the group calmly. The short, normally dressed woman stepped forward and hurried over to the child. She started murmuring stuff to them, but John didn't pay attention, as long as the kid was getting help, he didn't care. "Okay, well, if you'd all give me any weapons you have, and share your full name, pronouns, age of you're younger than 18, year it currently is where you came from, and where you came from, starting with you." The general pointed to one of the adult men.

"Why would we tell you all that stuff when we have no idea who you are. You could be some sort of interdemensional pedo for all we know." The red-haired kid said, also with a heavy British accent. John sighed, already knowing this as going to be annoying.

"That seems fair.  My name is General John McNamara, he/him, United States Military, special unit PEIP, we call it peep. It's just me, and a few of my peeps." He told the group.

"What about your friend? I know he's not one of us because you didn't make him drop his gun." The platinum-haired child stated.

"I'm Curt Mega, CIA trainee. He/him." Curt introduced himself after getting a nod of approval from John. He put out his hand, but nobody shook it.

"Fine. My name is Draco Malfoy, he/him. I'm fourteen years old, and I'm from London. It's currently 1993. I'm not putting down my wand though. My father is not going to be pleased when he hears about this. Neither of them." Green-tie boy, or, well, Draco, retorted.

"Ron Weasley. He/him. I'm 14 too, and I'm from London 1993 as well. Like Malfoy said, I'm not putting my wand down." Redhead stated.

"Joey Richter, I use he/him. From Los Angeles, California, 2021." The guy with the dog said. "And this is Diane."

"Jon Matteson, he/him, LA, 2021."

"Jeff Blim." Said the guy that looked almost identical to John himself. "He/him/his, LA as well, and, well, 2021."

"Zazzalil. She/her. I, uh, don't know what year I'm from, or where in the world. Chorn just showed us that the earth is round, if that helps. Actually, Chorn showed us everything." The torch-bearing Neanderthal reluctantly put out her flame, and placed the smoldering branch on the ground.

"Jemilla. I'm the same as my wife. I wish I knew what was happening. She/they." The other Neanderthal said, putting their arm around her wife.

"My name is Robert Manion. I currently live in LA with Jon. He/him/his. Pleasure to meet you." A tall, extremely good looking guy nodded to John, and introduced himself in an extremely sexy Australian accent. But John couldn't think about love. He just lost Wilbur. It was too soon, right? And that Robert guy was probably straight.

"I'm Lauren Lopez. She/her, I live with Joey." The woman that went to help the kid said. The kid was still nowhere near calm, so John decided to take the whole group to HQ, for further questioning, and Hannah might be able to help this child. She did have attacks not unlike this one pretty regularly since the events of Black Friday two years ago, and Hannah and Lex had both joined the organization, and maybe, John thought, Webby may be able to tell them what's going on.

"They said their name is Taylor, but I don't know anything else." Lauren said softly, still comforting the child, who looked too old to be cool with accepting physical contact. The general's two nieces were fifteen and seventeen years old, and both of them absolutely hated any physical contact. Maybe this kid was younger than John had originally thought.

"I just called them my nieces. I mean, I guess since he was my fiancé..." John muttered under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear. "Okay, well, we're going back to PEIP headquarters. By the way, don't mention your... dilemma to anyone. Not a peep. Do you understand me? We also don't know if you have counterparts in this universe, so don't introduce yourselves to anyone, until we figure out what to do. Okay?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Before we go, does anyone have any questions?"