Lisa's curiosity had a tendency of getting her into big messes that were almost impossible to get out of. Take the day that turned a normal walk home from school into and life-changing, world shattering event, just because she got curious about a guy who showed no emotion.
Lisa was walking home from school, textbooks cradled in her arms, when she saw something in the little tufts of grass on the side of the street. She put her books on the ground, and leaned in for a closer look. "Oh, a little lizard" she said once she got a good look at the creature in the grass. Still wanting a closer look, she scooped up the lizard and held him near her face. "Aren't you a cute little guy?" Curiosity satisfied, Lisa put down the lizard that was struggling to escape and continued homeward. When she was little more than halfway home she accidently bumped into a man. "Oh, sorry" she apologized while she picked up her dropped textbooks. The man didn't reply. He simply looked at her emotionlessly and continued on his way. Rude. Thought Lisa as she continued home. And weird. He didn't look like he felt anything, like a robot or something. I wonder where he was going… For the second time on her trip home, Lisa's curiosity was peaked. Looking behind her and weighing her options, Lisa turned around and followed the mysterious emotion-less man.
She followed him to a street of abandoned warehouses. I shouldn't be doing this. Who knows where this guy's going? He could be a murderer, or a drug-dealer for all I know. I should really go home… She stood there for a bit, debating between the curiosity that gnawed at her and the feeling that what she was doing was completely foolish. "Kraang, is Kraang making any progress on perfecting the unstable mutagen which is needing to be perfected by Kraang?" Mutagen? Lisa's ears perked at the unfamiliar word. Maybe she could stay for just a little longer… "Negitive, Kraang. Kraang is still needing to test the unstable mutagen on more test subjects, before the unstable mutagen is to be perfected by Kraang."
"Kraang must find more test subjects to be experimented on by Kraang."
Test subjects? Mutagen? This is bad. I need to get out of here! Carefully as she could, Lisa backed up and got ready to run as fast as she could home. Not carefully enough, unfortunately. When she was about to dash out of the alley, she accidently kicked an unnoticed can. Both of the Kraang looked in the direction of the sound. "Kraang, Kraang has been found by someone." Lisa froze, even though every fiber in her being said to run as far and fast as possible. She had never been this afraid in her life, even though she'd been born and raised in New York, where violence was almost common place. Snapping out of it, Lisa grabbed her heavy textbooks, and held them up, ready to defend herself. The Kraang came out her, arms out to grab her. She swung her textbook as hard as she could, connecting right in the side of his head. He didn't even flinch. Lisa stared, dismayed at her only line of defense being useless. Shaking off her attack as if he got hit by a fly, both Kraang grabbed her shoulders and carried her off into a nearby, supposedly empty, warehouse. "No! Let me go!" she yelled as she struggled and squirmed to get out of their grasp, like the lizard that she held only minutes ago. But just like before, the Kraang showed no sign of even feeling her attacks. Once inside the warehouse, Lisa stopped struggling for a bit as she took in her surroundings. This place was defiantly no abandoned warehouse. It looked sort of like an alien spaceship from a sci-fi movie. As the Kraang dragged her farther into the warehouse she was amazed to see robots. What is with these guys? She didn't have long to think of any theories because her captors threw her through a door into a purple room. Falling to her knees, she heard as the door slammed closed behind her. She stayed on her knees for awhile, trying to process what had just happened to her. After what seemed like hours, she finally got up and looked at the room she was in. No wall paper, no windows except for a small one in the door that she was thrown through, no furnishings whatsoever. Only a small bench on the side of the wall. As soon as she got a good look at the room she was in, two robots opened up the door and dragged her out into the hall. The panic she had been pressing down came back stronger as she was dragged off to the unknown. What are they going to do to me? Are they going to torture me, kill me? Then she remembered the conversation that she had heard in the alley. About the test subjects. Are they going to experiment on me?