(Might Contain Strong Language)
(Y/n), a young teenager living her normal human life. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Everyday was the same. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Over and over again. They were tired of being a small speck in...
I mentally groaned as I looked at the latest math test grade. Another F. I stared daggers at Mrs. Bailey. She always wore something showing her cleavage, a short, tight skirt, and 5 inch heels. All the guys fell for her, and I'm pretty sure she's taken advantage of a couple of them. She always wears bright red lipstick and fake eyelashes. I hated her. And she hated me. Simple as that. No matter what I did in her class, I failed. She was my homeroom teacher, and I swear to God the principal knows we hate each other.
She walked passed me, handing out the rest of the test grades, her 5 inch heels making an obnoxious clicking noise. And sure enough, I was the only one who got an F. Not even Jacob Parsley, the kid who flunked 3 years of math in a row. He got a D- but still! I sigh as the bell rings. I quickly shove the paper into my bag and hurry out the door for lunch. "Ah, (Y/n)!" I groan mentally and slowly turn around to face Mrs. Bailey, a fake smile plastered on my face. "Yes?"
She was sitting at her desk, looking at her nails with a smirk on her face. "I need to ask you a favor." I held back my frustration. "...Sure." "I need you to bring me some printer paper from the storage room by the basement." My fake smile faltered. The storage room by the basement!? Is this woman insane!? Everyone knows that's where all the popular seniors hang out! I put on another fake smile, not really trying to hide my anger. "Um, may I ask why you can't?"
She looked over at me, the smirk still on her face. "I would, but I have an important... meeting to go to. I need those papers right away." I turn around and grind my teeth. "....Sure, ma'am." I walked out the door. No way am I going near the basement. She can get it herself. I walked up the stairs towards the lunchroom. I grabbed my lunch and quickly walked to the table no one was at. After lunch I had one more class left, and the day would be over. Unfortunately, the teacher was none other than Mrs. Bailey. I eat my lunch peacefully, listening to my music and enjoying what I can out of my meal.
Then the horrid noise every student knows; the bell. I groaned and put away my trash, walking to my next class. When I sat in my seat, the tardy bell rang. And that's when it happened.
Mrs. Bailey was about to introduce us to our next assignment for history, the other class I hate because of her. As she was standing in the front of the class, the floor began to shake slightly, the lights started to flicker. Mrs. Bailey looked terrified, but in a clam voice she told us to get under our desks. Despite hating her, I did as I was told, and so did everyone else. Some girls started screaming and crying, some guys were panicking. I was just taking it in.
A loud explosion was heard near us, and we all gasped or screamed in suprisement. That's when we realized we weren't in an earthquake. We were under attack by someone. I looked out the window, and my heart sunk. A large airship was hovering above us, dropping bombs and robots. People were screaming, crying, running. The building collapsed. I screamed, covering my head. Somehow, nothing hit me. I quickly looked around, and saw the most disturbing, life scarring thing I'll ever see. Mrs. Bailey, the person I hated the most, lying dead on the ground, head flattened by a part of the ceiling.
I nearly threw up, my eyes watering. Sure, I hated her, but she didn't deserve to die, especially not like that. I looked away, and my eyes widened. People were running for their lives, being shot down by the robots. There were dead people everywhere, their deaths a mournful one, even though I didn't know any of them. There were luckily no more bombs, but I was in the open. I would be found if I stayed here. But if I ran, I would be shot. My anxiety was super high at this point, and only one instinct came to my mind, despite the possible consequences. Run.
Before I knew it, my legs had started running through the rubble, tripping and sliding. Tears were falling off my face uncontrollably. My vision was blurry. I couldn't see the blue sky, or the rest of the building. There was just dust and silhouettes of my peers and large robots. I kept running, desperate to find the clear sky. I reached the football field. My legs were aching. My breath was gone. Then I tripped. I hit face first, quickly rolling over to see what thing I tripped on.
It wasn't a thing. It was someone.
Jacob Parsley.
I screamed and quickly got back onto my feet. My nose was bleeding, my mind scrambled. I stood there, trying to figure out what to do. Then one of the most disgusting laughs flew threw the air. I stayed completely silent, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Then I saw him. A large, egg shaped man was walking towards me, two robots on both his flanks. My eyes widened and I started to run, trying not to pass out.
A small object teleported in front of me, it being a little more than half my height. It grabbed me by the wrist, it's sharp claw-like fingers piercing my skin. I yelled in pain and tried to pry the things fingers off. As I did, I finally saw what this thing was. A small, blue robot that looked like an anthropamorphic hedgehog, it's beedy red eyes staring straight into mine. The laugh whisped through the air again, and I saw the same man from earlier.
(I'm too lazy to describe him since this chapter is already 1,000 words long, so the robotnik I'm talking about is the SatAM one. Here's a pick.)
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"Well, what do we have here?" His voice was disturbing, a creepy voice that made you uncomfortable. The two robots that were at his side took my arms, and the small hedgehog one let go, standing by the man's side. The man put a single finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "A survivor? I'm impressed. Normally humans from earth can't survive such things, especially without any marks." I nearly gagged at his breath. I pulled my head away, too tired to do anything else. He laughed.
"Good work metal sonic, we can't have any escapies, now can we?" The so called metal sonic didn't respond, he was just waiting for his next command. The egg guy put a hand on his chest. "I am Dr. Robotnik, ruler of Mobotropolis." He looked me over, causing me to squirm and blush from being uncomfortable. "Hm.. you seem too special to kill, since you survived all of this in the first place." A wicked smile crawled onto his face. "I could use you for things.." He laughed once again, but this time, shivers went down my spine. He looked at me with a horrid smile. "Bring her onto my ship. We ought to head back to mobotropolis before those freedom fighters figure out I've left." He put something around my neck, the metal cold and stinging. He pressed a button, and everything went dark.
