Trans-Universal Travel

'Why are the cashiers at Wal-Mart always such jerks?' I thought to myself as I gently pushed down the accelerator. 'I can understand that they're PO'd because of working there, but why take it out on the customers?'

I'm sorry for not inducing myself. I'm Tyler Amiga. I'm 14 years old, almost world famous, and live alone. I run a very popular webshow with my buddy Lucas, a lesser known but still popular online pod cast, and I've stared in a few commercials. I also have a drivers license, but I'll tell why I'm so ahead for my age later. Also, I'm known for my odd love of minivans. I just happened to be driving a 91 Plymouth Voyager now.

"I hate Wal-Mart," I thought aloud. 'Too bad it's the closest store here,' I thought, this time to myself. I turned on the radio.

"Yep, tonight's gonna be a quite a sight. Astronomers predict this will be the only time Blue Ventura will pass Earth. Ever. Combine that with the increasing amount of solar activity will make the sky a big show tonight," detailed an anchorman.

"A measly comet?" I criticized. "Big deal."

LATER THAT NIGHT

My cell phone rang. I ran to pick it up off the kitchen table. It was Lucas.

"Amiga residence. Tyler speaking," I joked.

Lucas' voice sounded strange, kinda deeper and cracking a lot. "Can you come pick me up? I'm in a little trouble,"

"With the cops again? Fine, I'm coming. Where are you?" I responded as I got my sweatshirt on.

"I'll give you directions as you go,"

I got in the same van as before. "I'm in the van,"

"Go down your driveway and turn left,"

I followed the way.

"At the end of the road turn right,"

It had started to get cloudier and darker. Lightning cracked through the sky.

"Just keep going-"

"Just what?" I worried into the phone. Only static. Then the 'This call has been dropped' message.

"Sprint sucks!" I shouted as I threw the phone to the floor.

I looked out the window.

"Damn! It's like the Black Forest out there," I said noticing the darkness surrounding me.

The van started rocking. "This can't be good…"

Loud claps of thunder sounded outside.

The world flashed bright as day. I heard screams and it looked like my entire life flashed before my eyes.

I suddenly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was day. The sun was shining, and it was bright.

I noticed I was still in the van. My eyes were groggy, and everything was blurred.

"What the hell was that…" I moaned as I slowly got up.

I stretched out, and unbuckled my seatbelt. Then I opened the door and stepped out. My legs hurt as I slunk out of the drivers seat. I slammed the door shut and slowly rubbed my eyes.

It feel like dozens of eyes were looking upon me. My vision was slightly less blurry now and I could make out buildings towering above me. I noticed that the Plymouth was impaled into a streetlight.

"Crap," I muttered. "I guess I could buff that out."

The feeling of people watching me grew stronger now. And I soon saw why.

I could make out the shape of humanoid figures surrounding the crash site. But some of the people were colored strangely. There were whites and blacks, and also blues, reds, oranges, a few greens, and a couple of yellows. And as my vision got better, I found out something strange.

They were animals.

It's REALLY short. I know. It's really meant as an introduction to the character. Again, I'm sorry it's so short. I have huge plans for the story. It's going to span across multiple video game universes, a story for each! Hold on! It's gonna be a rough ride...