Hello, this is my first time writing in a long time. Excuse the shortness, but don't be afraid to criticize. This idea has been lingering in my head for a while and this chapter is just coming out fresh from my head. I don't have any editors at this point so feel free to point out errors. As you'll probably do anyways. Monster.

EDIT: I just realized I forgot the crucial beginning sentence in this chapter that like explained who the character was...eh, only slightly important.

2nd Edit: JESUS CHRIST I REPLACED THE FIRST CHAPTER WITH THE SECOND CHAPTER AND DIDN'T REALIZE IT

My name is Jack, Jack Lincoln. I'm eighteen and what most people would call a ladies man. Kinda. I have short spiky blonde hair, usually wearing some darker clothes. Today I was wearing a black blank hoodie, dark blue jeans, and regular tennis shoes. Obviously I'm a fashionista. Several months ago my life changed forever, for the worst. There's only one person who can fix me, the thing that changed me in the first place. I say thing because I'm pretty sure it wasn't human. Some green little monster toying with me like some...toy. Shutup. Anyways, I found myself walking to the place where it was seen last.

I gazed at Beach City from the cliff, frowning. This was the place? Monsters and magic and aliens? "Oh my." I whispered, smiling to myself. I sighed as I contemplated everything that had lead up to this moment. I'm only eighteen, my life basically just started and already I'm swarmed with problems. "Why couldn't I be like the other kids my age and give up everything whimsical for a soulless job..." I muttered as I pulled out my phone. I open up my web browser to the blog that sent me here, "Keep Beach City Weird". It was some strange conspiracy blog about snake people and rock monsters, but a picture caught my eye.

When I finally recovered from that...fateful day, I searched far and wide trying to find anything on that...alien...thing that played with me like some toy. All I remember is that it had a gem embedded in her forehead. That's what lead me to this blog...on Tumblr of all places. Most of it was nonsense until I saw that picture. My captor. That green monster. The blogger called it an android, but...to be completely honest he seemed like an idiot. However, this crazy nerd was my ticket to a normal life, as ironic as that sounds. I sat up and put my phone back in my hoodie pocket. "Alright Ronaldo, I hope you're ready for an interv-AH!"I screamed as the ground beneath me gave away, but like in a masculine way. I swear. Not high pitched at all. It was pure testosterone. I even flexed.

I hit every bump on that cliff. I swear some of those rocks even moved in my way as I plummeted. It didn't stop me from yelling expletives though. Nothing can ever take that away from me. But as I hit that last rock I realized i still had a few feet until the ground, "nonononoNONONONO-"

I landed face first. No tears, just sweat, maybe blood. Coming from only my eyes...anyway, I laid there for a few minutes, because I wanted to. Not because it hurt and something was broken. Because...uh...okay yeah I was in bad shape and I couldn't move. At least not until I heard cracking from up above. I mustered all my energy to rolling onto my side, just barely dodging a pile of rocks falling.

Not a great start...nevertheless, I had to keep moving. I crawled over to the water, splashing my face with it. I could see my reflection and boy I looked mighty unhappy. My black hoodie and my jeans were torn up, definitely not in a stylish way either. Not to mention i was completely covered in dirt. And pain. I sighed and ran my hand through my blonde spiky hair. Well, no time like the present, I slowly got on my feet, and started limping my way towards the city.

I had finally made it. After an hour of excruciating travel, I finally got to the halfway point to Beach City. "...GAH!"

Another hour and a half rolls by and I finally make it inside the city. I'm an eyesore, what with my scrapes and shredded clothes, and I'm getting stares.
"...S-sup nerds...?"I weakly smirk at everyone gawking.

"S-sir are you okay?!" A young lady in workout gear sprints up to me.

"...Well I'm pretty sure the only thing that's injured is my pride."I chuckle. She didn't return the laugh. "Sir...I think you need to rest. My name's Kiki, let me help you..."

"Ya know, maybe...rest is a...good idea..." I trail off as I fall forward.

I don't think she caught me.

I say this because when I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, my face hurt. Like a lot. "Ungh..." I tried to sit up, bracing for the other pain...but it didn't come. I opened my eyes, shocked. "I...don't feel a thing?"I mumbled. "...Was it all a dre-no...wait...yeah my face hurts."I groaned and stood up. I walked over to a mirror and examined myself. Still covered in dirt. Clothes still ripped to shreds. But something new was forming...right there, on my forehead. I gasped and looked closer. "No...no!" I looked away, rubbing my eyes. I glanced back to confirm my fears. They were true.

I had a giant bruise on my forehead.

Alright second worst day of my life.