Project: Titan (Skibidi Toilet Fan-fic)

Chapter 1: Prologue

—15 years ago...—

"Daddy where are we going?" I asked, grasping my dad's warm hand.

He looked down at me with a smile, "You'll see."

My dad's so mysterious. He gives me good surprises. I wondered what he was going to show me next. The thuds of our shoes on the metal floor echoed back to us. I didn't pay attention to my surroundings but to my father's face.

His face was a peach-skin colour, small wrinkles came here and there on his face. His emerald eyes were barely visible over the intense orange shade of his sunglasses. My father wasn't the best in keeping himself presentable but he tried to comb his wild black hair backwards. He nervously pulled his black-white stripped tie which somehow didn't choke him. I tried his tie on once, it almost choked me. Mommy was so mad at him that she didn't even came back one day. I'm still waiting for her. My father then took us to another room which was very dark.

"Daddy I'm scared." I shivered at the intense heat coming out. Why place heaters in a dark room?

"Shhhhhh. It's okay. He met you before when you were a baby."  Daddy smiled. "He won't hurt you as long as I'm around."

I believed him. Once in Egypt, Cairo (For some adult stuff) our hotel got 'raided' by three people with shooting wands (Guns he said). He told me to stay in our room and went down visibly annoyed. When I went down he was causally zipping his work bag up as the three men hanged from a chandelier in the reception. He claimed not to know anything about it. Then in France our rented Honda got stuck in a protest. My father told me to stay under the seat and cover my ears. I obeyed him and later the riot was gone, every car in the neighbourhood was flipped over and burning but our car was freshly washed with a tip on the windowsill. Anyways I came to think that I am completely safe when my daddy is around. Daddy is strong and mysterious but he is protective. 

I gulped "Okay Daddy."

"Nothing will hurt you while I'm around you." He picked me up and carried me into the dark...

—Present day—

"Maisie? Maisie are you there?" Someone shouted over the blaring music of Maroon 5 in my earphones.

I'm a proud 17 years old child with black long hair and emerald eyes. Resting in my comfy bed I looked at a poster to my right. Taped above my disastrous desk is a colourful poster featuring a Cameraman and a Speakerman waving cheerfully at the viewers, behind them was the city along with bold words saying 'It's our pleasure to serve you.' I sighed. My Speakerman buddy, Minor, soon is gonna come up here and do something regrettable. Minor is not the usual silver but completely black with a red circle for his speaker. And he's even taller than my father in a family picture down in the kitchen. Oh how did I get these latest models? My own father gave them to me before he vanished into his super secret project when I was 6. It wasn't fair. Why me? Why him? My thoughts spin and zip around like a hurricane. Sometimes I even blurt them out, which are always bone-headed. I lowered my EarPods to volume 10 just in time.

 "I'm coming in!" He yelled as the knob started shaking.

"I'M COMING OKAY?!" I groaned as I kicked off the sheets and grabbed my jeans and shirt. "DO NOT COME IN!" I yelled, tossing my Pj's away and yanking up my jeans. "JUST CONTINUE PACKING!"

Some whirring noises and a 'yes ma'am' and he was gone. I yeeted my PJs into a college box and marched outside. Before I knew it, my head smacked into some metal which is soften by a jacket. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I leapt back from the Cameraman. My father nicknamed him Lucky. I honestly have no idea why but one things for sure. He. Is. Creepy. His soulless stare is amplified by the fact that he doesn't move when I look at him. Moreover, his metal frame didn't even made a thud like my other two bots does. I have no idea why my father decided to give me him but he probably went like; oh what a great idea! Let's give my only beloved daughter a creepy ass cameraman named Lucky! How genius of me! Lalalalala off I go!