Prologue

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Roger Pink-eye lay on his bed, groaning. His head was hurting again, as it had been doing for the last day. He weakly raised a hand to his forehead. It didn't feel hot; he wasn't feverish, so why did his brain feel like it was going to burn up?

Roger thrashed in agony as his head started to literally throb. Sticky, gooey puss leaked from his pink eye, but he didn't even notice.

"What is wrong with me?" He groaned out loud as he clutched his head with both hands. He rolled around on his bed, moaning in pain. His head felt like it was about to explode. It almost felt like something was moving in his head, like a monster clawing its way out of his skull. Roger cried out as a fresh jolt of pain lanced through his head and he literally rolled out of his bed. He rolled around on the floor, crying in pain.

BANG! He banged his head against something that lay in a corner of his room. He stopped rolling around and stared at a metal cage, it looked so familiar. He never remembered seeing it before, but it felt like he had. He stared at it so intensely that he forgot about the throbbing pain in his head, or maybe the pain had simply vanished.

"I-I remember" He muttered in a slow voice, as if her was in a trance. "I remember"

Lance Boil sniggered with delight as he adjusted the controls of his submarine ever so slightly. He glanced through the viewport at the pink insides of Roger's brain, than glanced back up at a screen showing Roger's face.

"Yes Roger" He said into a microphone. "Remember. Remember what you've forgotten. Remember who you are, remember who you were, remember what happened to you" Lance sniggered again and pressed a button on a control panel.

"Let's piece together the puzzle, shall we?" He smiled, as a small robot exited from his submarine. Lance watched as the robot attacked itself to Roger's brain and delivered what looked like an electronic charge. Roger felt the shock and winced as his head ached even more.

"Listen to me, Roger" Lance spoke into a small microphone. "I am your conscious. I want to help you. This awful pain you keep feeling, it was caused by Ty and Abby Archer. It was caused by the Grossologists."

"Grossologists?" Roger repeated in a trance-like voice.

"Yes" Lance continued, his body vividly shaking with evil excitement. "See for yourself"

Roger sitting in a bus, listening to something through a hand-held device.

Abby Archer yelling "GET A LIFE!" and Roger flinching in pain and woozily stepping off of the bus.

Roger in his room, staring at a picture of two people in slime suits on his bulletin board and saying "I can't wait to become a real Grossologist"

Roger walking into what looked like a laboratory. A large face on a screen said "Welcome to the Bureau, Agent Roger" Abby and Ty archer whirl around with surprised looks on their faces.

Abby Archer pointing at Roger and exclaiming "You expect me to work with him?"

Abby Archer leaping at Roger with her fist pulled back.

Ty Archer smiling while holding what looked like an intestine in one hand and a snot-covered whip in the other. "You thought you could join us, nerdling?" He laughed

A tall boy with dark skin speaking to the face on the screen. "What were you thinking director?"

The Director, angry now, yelling "YOU'RE FIRED!"

Abby stalking towards Roger, laughing at him. But she looked different, her eyes were red, her fingers were warped into claws and her teeth looked like fangs. Her eyes narrowed and she hissed at him.

Roger's eyes opened and he sat bold upright, moaning in pain as his head throbbed.

"I remember now" He said, getting to his feet. "I remember everything" He crossed to his desk and picked up a photo. The picture showed Ty and Abby Archer in their slime suits.

"Grossologists" He growled, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes Roger" Lance said in a soothing voice into his microphone. His voice echoed out of the submarine to the robots. "They were jealous of you, of your talents. They felt threatened by you, so they framed you"

Another image flashed though Roger's mind, of himself, covered in rats with Ty and Abby standing next to him with smug look on their faces.

"Are you going to let them get away with that?" Lance urged. "Don't you want to get back at them?"

Roger growled with rage and clenched his hands into fists, ripping and crunching the photograph in the process.

"Yes, embrace your anger and pain; use it to claim revenge, sweet revenge!" Lance yelled. Roger roared and swung his hands across his desk, knocking over his eye drop bottle.

"Ty and Abby, its payback time" He growled.