Somewhere high up in the stars, countless elements and scraps of cosmic junk drift aimlessly, carried by the invisible currents of the void. Twisted metal fragments, shards of shattered asteroids, and remnants of long-forgotten space debris form a chaotic, floating graveyard. Amidst this desolate expanse, a lone grey sphere hurtles through the darkness, encased in a thick, crystalline layer of ice that refracts the distant starlight into a kaleidoscope of colors. As the sphere approaches a nearby sun, the intense heat begins to thaw its icy shell. The ice slowly melts, sending rivulets of water cascading down its smooth surface, revealing a tiny glass window. Through the window, the sphere's contents start to glow with an eerie, pulsating green light. A network of cracks splinters across the glass, spiderwebbing outward with an almost organic determination. With a sudden, violent burst, the glass shatters, and the sphere is bathed in radiant sunlight. The water inside the sphere, now free, evaporates in the heat, leaving behind a singular object. It is a severed finger, unnervingly pristine and white, with a black-painted nail that gleams ominously. The finger drifts away from the disintegrating sphere, its cells awakening and beginning to pulse with unnatural life. The cells multiply rapidly, a grotesque ballet of biological creation. They merge and expand, forming a writhing mass that twists and convulses as it grows. Fingers extend into hands, hands into arms, and soon...
Who could forget the day the mysterious monster named Cell burst into the studio and announced his decision to host a tournament? Everyone was shaken with fear in his presence. A black haired woman wore a light blue shirt underneath a grey formal jacket with a grey skirt and black flats. Her hair had been brushed while she wore her dark purple reading glasses. Why purple? Because it was her favorite. She had just started this new job when this Cell character interrupted the daily news and killed her boss in front of everyone. She analyzed the creature from head to toe. The android's pink eyes circled around the studio until it fell upon her azure blue orbs. The two held contact for a rather long minute. Everyone he ever approached showed multiple signs of fear and panic. But this woman did not. Her eyes showed curiosity and interest. Cell analyzed the woman, noting the silver name tag printed in black cursive letters. Charlotte.