Origin Stories #1

Hank's origins

You would think a rat stupid and a nuisance worse than a raccoon in the trash, but i can assure sometimes views change. Im Hank i never had a name before but my former owner Dr. Clarkson gave me that name as it was originally was his own. He made sure i was safe from society at all cost. He often gave me little objects such as a pocket knife or a keyboard. He would watch as i built on them. One fateful day a strange man and woman in black suits and sunglasses walked in. I could here my former owner arguing and defending me from being taken away. The man rushed past the Dr. And accidentally pushed my tank off the edge of the lab desk. The glass shattered and i ran fearfully toward a ventilation lid with an opening in the corner. I was able to escape but the lady used her heel and smashed the end of my tail. I made it through though. I was a lab rat i would be infested with chemicals daily. I think that's what helped my ability to think incredibly. It was a few days though and i was hungry and cold and tired i ate dead flies as a resort. Soon to my avail i was free an a.c. that led outside was able to be popped off and i was set free into the real world. I didn't get but 10 feet away from the premises before a spaceship that was flat and shaped like an oval flew above me. It was inflamed with a mysterious blue substance ive come to find out was called "mulnanium" made a long stream of it all the way Down till it crashed a few miles off. I was covered in it. I squirmed my way out and saw the whole line of animals and plants were burned and killed. I believe it was the foreign chemicals in my body that helped but the blue substance soaked in my skin. I was changing into something i soon was able to walk somehow, i felt sick i saw a neighborhood blindly i soon slept on a door step of a home where i met my best friend Chark.