Episode 1: Renegade Runaway (Another male IS pilot has emerged! But not how you'd expect...)

Part 1: Curiosity towards the Unknown

"Somebody tranquilize that idiot!" A man shouted.

"Can't catch me!" A young male declared to the world as he was running.

"Goddammit, this has to stop!" Another man shouted.

Far away from the quite hustle and bustle of the suburbs, one quirky prepubescent teenager is wreaking havoc on the mall. A young boy with blonde hair shaped in the weirdest spine-cut yet, blue eyes, and tattered clothing is running through the hallways with a sack of food in one hand, a bag of bottles of water in the other, and two mall cops on his tail. It is quite the spectacle, seeing a scrawny kid outrun two supposedly pronounced figures of authority.

"What's the matter?! Getting too old?!" The boy joked along his way.

"Calling all security! Get this annoying little punk off the mall grounds!" The man called into his walkie talkie. But-

"Hey! Where'd he go?!" He got distracted while he was calling for backup, and that gave the boy time to slip.

"Heheheheh...the classic 'Call for Help, Literally'." He said to himself while he nonchalantly walked towards the entrance. Ignore the unnecessarily large amount of females there; that's normal.

"Hey, Sokoto!" The old man at the entrance waved at the boy.

"Yo, old timer! Long time no chat!" The two have a friendly exchange.

"If you think two days is long, you're not gonna last two weeks."

"Dude. You're talking to the boy who lasted 13 years by his onesy. Out in the wild! With no one to rely one!"

"Oh, please don't start with your tale again! You're gonna bore me to death!"

"You?! Come on! You tell all kinds of stories to your grandkids!"

"But I tell fantastical stories, whereas I don't know what you're saying half the time!"

"Oh, ching chong ding dong to you to then!" They share a good laugh when three ladies, each dressed in an elegant black, red, and blue, show up and-

"Now, is that any way to behave, you doddering old fool." -do that.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," the old man pleaded with the women to forgive him, "Here. Would you like a map?"

"A map?" She laughed in mockery, "Who would use such an out-dated piece or rubble?"

"I-I just didn't-"

"Now, now." One of her friends interrupted, "We shouldn't treat our honored guest so rudely. Here, let me relieve you of some of that pressure." She approached the old man as to take he map. Well, she did. And stuck some ice cream up his face.

"Ahahahaha! Look here! Pinocchio's gotten a little old, hasn't he?!"

"Well, he certainly lost his complexion." And the three erupted into laughter, with some of the female spectators following suit. At that point, Sokoto got really fired up.

"Dude, are you just gonna sit there and take that?" He asked the man.

"Boy, I wish I had your bravado, but the time has passed," he solemnly answered.

"Come on! Where's your pride? Your jubilant-"

"Oh, stop your whining, little man," the woman in black snapped, "You'll never come anywhere close to our grace with such filthy, vulgar jests." Then, her friends chimed in.

"Just look at him! It's not even Halloween, and yet he's in raggedy clothing! What is he, a zombie from kingdom gone?"

"The very nerve of this decrepit little vermin!" And more insults came his way until...

"Oh, please. Like anyone would break their neck over all the junk you're wearing." He started off with a measly remark.

"Bah, the very ignorance of your muscles-for-brains repels me. Come, let us cleanse ourselves of this filth." And with that, they strutted in their high heels and walked away. Bad idea. VERY bad idea.

Sokoto swiped a pen and flung it at the woman in blue's left heel, right at she was about to take another step with that foot. The pen broke the hilt right when she stepped. She shrieked in agony as she fell over, colliding with the other two women, selling all their merchandise on the floor, and landing on top of them. They looked like a mess, what with their dresses looks like rugs covering their heaps of flesh, their hats misplaced on their heads in a goofy fashion, and their jewels entangles in one another. And to top it all off, they were all wearing wretched faces.

"Wow," Sokoto joked, "y'all went from riches to rags in three seconds!" This time, everybody chuckled for a few seconds. The women, however, completely lost their cool.

"Know this, you filthy little rat!" One of the man proclaimed, "You will rue the day you ever crossed paths with us! We'll make you pay for this moment! We won't stop until your rotten little flesh ends up in-" Sokoto stuffed her mouth with cotton candy.

"A fiery, painful death, yada yada yada," he said, "but until then..." He swiped a hat and the red dress from them, effectively releasing the most hideous shriek in history. But that didn't matter to Sokoto. He only came to make people laugh, one way or another.

"Ooh, look at me!" He made a parody of the three women, "I'm a skinny, self-conscious girl looking for a man who has it all! I want money, fame, power, a human footstool, and love! But not too lovely! I wanna step on him, step on hi-I'm gonna fall!" He tripped on the dress on purpose, showing the rise to and fall from fame that is ever so prevalent in society. The audience was laughing. The women were infuriated. The mall cops suddenly showed up, frantically demanding that Sokoto surrender. The entire mall was suddenly caught up in an uproar.

Exactly as planned.

"Thanks, Soki," the man gratefully said.

"Anytime, old chap," he replied, "but, uh..."

"Oh, right!" The man suddenly remembered where he was, "Here's your map!"

"Thanks!"

"Come back in a couple years, yeah?"

"Will do! See you soon!"

"Pip pip!"

"Doodley-dooooooooooooo~~~" And just like that, Sokoto was gone. Not even the cops could catch him. The women could only think thoughts of revenge. What luck that will do them. Any and all videos of what just happened have already been uploaded to the Internet.

"Ah...I'll miss that little whippersnapper," the man silently said to himself before turning to face the approaching cop force, "Well, no time like the present."

A few hours later, in an upper-class residential area...

"Criminy Jickets...how am I supposed to read this?..." Sokoto was twisting the map left and right, flipping it upside down and back, trying to make sense of the map he'd been given, "I might as well be looking at my own nervous system..."

Agile and witty as he may be, the sharpest knife in the kitchen he ain't. He's never been one to rely on directions, so every decision he makes is intuition-based. Combined with his clumsy handling of all forms of advanced technology, he might as well be a walking motion-sensor bomb. He's already unpredictable like one.

"Let's see..." He looked up from the map, "Aw, come on! I looped around the same block?! Aaaaagh, forget it! I'm going intuition mode aha-hello?" Just when he was about to throw down the map, he noticed a small red dot in the map that he saw the old man make during the improv at the mall. "Now, what could you want over there?" He surveyed the spot for a few seconds. "TWO MILES?! THIS SPOT IS TWO MILES AWAY?!" He stared in the direction of the location blankly. "Uuuuuuugh...Fine. I'll go to the extraction point, Mister Dots-a-Lot!"

He stomped his way towards the destination without stopping to rest for a moment's notice. He stomped for so long that he didn't even notice the moon shine behind him. By the time he got to the spot marked on the map, he was drenched in sweat. His feet felt like he was wearing shoes laced with pin needles. He was completely drained of energy. He was a walking zombie who has enough brains to speak coherent language.

"Oy vey..." he said wearily, "What I'd give to take some random kid's bike, huh...And look at this place! No one set foot inside that compound for ages!" The 'extraction point' itself...was an abandoned facility. Grass and moss covered most of the outer wall, the entire building was wearing rust, and the entry door was broken off. There was even a sign outside that read, "NO ENTRY BEYOND THIS POINT. ONLY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ALLOWED." "What authorized personnel?!" Sokoto screamed in confusion, "What entry?! There's no shiny, happy people here! It's a ghost town, for sake's craps!"

Ghost indeed. The instant he said his two cents, a strange wind bellowed from within the compound. It emitted something like a call for help. When it brushed at Sokoto's hair, he jolted in chilling fear.

"HOLY-WHOA!" he screamed, "What's this guy's problem?!" When he recovered from the daze, he felt a strange presence inside the compound. Spooky as it may be, it was very enticing to violate the private property, to the point of non-resistance.

"Ok," he said with irritated resolve, "I'm not tired anymore. Let's conquer this dungeon." And with that, he entered the dark, hollow, haunted metal trap to challenge the dungeon master.