Apeiron: Legend Of The Infinity Mecha

Chapter 1

Grant Apper sat at the counter of his father's shop, his head resting in his hands. He was bored. Really bored. There had been barely any customers that whole day, and it was getting close to dinner time. His friend Jake was supposed to be here to help, but he was out running 'errands'.

Probably getting a crap ton of snacks for himself.

Thought Grant with a snort as he watched a flow of dust, illuminated by the light streaming in from the front window of the shop, trying to recognize any shape or form to distract himself so that he didn't fall asleep, or go insane. The shop he was sitting in was rectangular in shape, with rows of shelf filling the interior, and side with the cashier sitting in the back with a perfect vantage point over the whole store due to various mirror locations. Just when he was reaching the end of his reserves of boredom tolerance, the TV hanging in a corner gave off a familiar jingle. It was time for Mega Mecha News to start. Craning over the counter, Grant strained to get a good view of the screen as a familiar newsroom appeared, along with its world famous hosts.

"Welcome back viewers, to Mega Mecha News! I'm your host, Bond Ruggendy!"

Said a middle aged man with bushy brown hair and a matching poofy mustache wearing a loud orange suit. The proud star of the show/news service, he was known for his endless fountain of funny lines and sarcastic comments. Beloved by all like some crazy uncle, no one really cared that he actually wasn't a very good news anchor, for he made up for by trying and being hilarious in the process.

"And I'm your co-host, Taylor Demon!"

The woman who said this, saying her last name as 'Deh-moon' was not as 'classy' as her companion. Wearing a rather revealing black, leather dress that did little for modesty, her impressive (and rumored to be not entirely natural) bust practically bursting from the dress that covered it. The dress did do justice to the rest of her features though, extenuating her curves and causing her long, smooth legs to pop at the viewer, even though she was tanned by sun. Wearing a pink fluffy scarf (that someone thought went with the dress), lots of makeup, and impressive black heals. Her fans liked her for different (and rather obvious) reasons. While as sarcastic as her companion, she was known for making naughty jokes and flinging out comments only a mature audience would be able to grasp. Grant loved Bond's funny rants about whatever came to his mind, but he didn't really like Taylor, unlike all of the other boys that he met. She seemed to fake, and trying way too hard. But if he was honest with himself, he always thought that she was out of place, and playing a part that didn't suit her. He knew it was condescending, but he thought she would fit perfectly in some 'adult based' location, not some news show that kids watched regularly. But nobody really listened to Grant outside of his family, barely anyone even knew he existed. Shaking his dark thoughts, Grant listened intently to the show cast.

"Today we are bringing you breaking news, on just about nothing interesting."

Said Bond sourly, a little pout forming out of his mustache.

"Once again, the news team was denied access to the school."

Grant smirked, the news team had been trying for years to get into the school, but had never been successful. Once they had been close, then one of their news Custos went berserk and killed half of the team.

"Other than that, the popular Mixmaster has suddenly canceled all future appearances, saying 'I just felt like taking a little time off.'"

Bond laughed.

"I just wish his fan base is as understanding enough to take that."

Grant smirked again, the famous Mixmaster was a dubstep popstar, a masked individual whose real name is a mystery, and whose face everyone is trying to uncover. He wasn't at all surprised by the star's behavior, being a powerful pilot along with being a star, he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. Bond tried to glance at some poorly concealed notes, but only managed to pour them onto the floor. With a ruffle of his mustache, he tried to cover it up and started improving.