Bill Nye had one credit to his name. One.
He was a scientist. A science guy, to be exact.
Science was his everything and he couldn't handle any insults to his one true love. Science was his moon and sun, and every other astral body nameable. It was his rainbow and other invisible except for infared spectrum colors. His whole life was devoted to doing things FOR SCIENCE!
And so, when he found himself facing an invisible-ish pink unicorn with an underbelly of purest rainbow, he was less than pleased.
"You!" he roared. "You can't exist! I'll prove you don't! FOR SCIENCE!"
"Charlieeee," the unicorn said.
"My name is Bill! Bill Nye! BILL BILL BILL! Science rules! Inertia is a property of matter! T minus seven seconds!" Bill Nye yelled.
"Sorry, Bill," the unicorn said. "I don't know what came over me. I knew your name, you see."
"Don't worry about it. You don't exist, so you shouldn't worry about offending me," Bill Nye said icily. "Although I should ask how you know my name. But I won't. You know why? BECAUSE UNICORNS DON'T EXIST! SO YOU DON'T EXIST! EAT SCIENCE, BITCH!"
"But I'm afraid I still exist," the unicorn said. "No amount of saying otherwise will change it."
"You don't!" Bill Nye wailed. "I'm hallucinating!"
"No, Bill. You are perfectly sane. There are no drugs in your system. You're still alive and in perfect health. I have simply whisked you away to talk to you," the unicorn said.
"But... science always said..." Bill Nye whispered brokenly.
"I love science just as much as you do, Bill," the unicorn whispered. It walked up to him, nuzzling his head. "There's been a cover-up. You see, unicorns are critically endangered. Our fat cousins, the rhinos, have been on the decline for years. If people thought we existed, they would hunt us too. But if they think we're extinct, they leave us alone. I'm sorry you had to learn this way."
"Why have you chosen me, then?" Bill Nye asked, awestruck.
"Because, Bill," the unicorn said, "Because only you can help us now. We need someone to help figure out how to replenish our numbers. And it can't be just anyone. It has to be the best. In other words... You, Bill Nye the Science Guy, are the Chosen Savior Of The Unicorn Clan, as the ancient prophecy has always said. I have found you, and now it is your destiny to become the Unicorn King and Savior."
"Oh my science!" Bill Nye yelled. He gasped and cried, "I think I'm having a syncoptic episode!"
"A what?" the unicorn asked impatiently.
"This," Bill Nye said dazedly. His eyes closed and he slid to the ground, unconscious.
TBC?...