Chapter 1: The Beginning. .
"The City of Domino!" A female narrator said with pure happiness in her voice as she showed the readers, a huge city that stood proudly that had majestic skyscrapers standing out everywhere around. Apartments buildings surround them as well as office buildings but what was a little strange was a large volcano was situated in the middle of the city's central park. It was a dark night but lights still light up the whole city, it was magical as not a single sound could be heard, not even crickets chirping. .
KA-BOOM!
The narrator winced as she closed her left eye when suddenly and without warning, a small explosion resonated from somewhere in the heart of the city, briefly engulfing the surrounding structures of the buildings in a dark shade of red. The readers and the narrator soon slapped her hands to her ears when a loud security alarm siren started resonating repeatedly as the shade of dark red faded out of sight, or at least from a distance. .
The readers then looked at the narrator as she sweat-dropped and rubbed the back of her head with her right hand in an embarrassed way as she chuckled nervously before she coughed and cleared her throat to regain her posture.
"Is in some serious, serious, serious trouble! Day after day, crime! Lawlessness and evil were running rampant!" She said sadly as she showed the readers, that around the corner of the city's business district, a bank was situated. Nothing else was around it but a single black car was parked near the front steps, it would have been entirely unremarkable were it for not the huge gaping hole on the building' s port side. . Smoke was issuing, rising past the freshly broken sigh and into the darken sky, the banks siren accompanying it. .
It wasn't long till the robbers came walking out with bags full of cash, they walked calmly and easily climbed in their get away car, they knew that no cops would be after them anyway. So it was just like taking candy from a baby. .
"It's citizens have lost all hope!" The narrator added sadly as not a single police vehicle was proceeding towards the scene of the crime, however four black and white vehicles were instead congregated around a small snack shop, Donut Thing. Even from outside the readers could see four bulging policemen gathered around the desk inside, as their eyes were full of hopeless, despair and lost of purpose. The policemen could hear the siren but didn't even move an inch, it was useless to chase after burglars that would only escape the next day out of prison. .
The policemen all sighed sadly before they continue to drink their cups of coffee and ate their donuts with frowns on their faces. .
"They are utterly helpless, and in desperate need of a true hero! But who?! Is there not a single person who can help this forsaken town and make it a better place?!" The narrator asked the readers saw that near the town's outskirts, a huge almost-square shopping mall stood, it's very size dominating the almost-empty car parking, as a breeze brushed past an adjacent sight that read, Shop-and-Stop. . The security alarm was still audible. . .
Inside the mall was a short elderly man, he was carrying a shopping basket with a few items in it. . He proceeded around the shelf as it showed that he had gray sliver hair with crooked pointy locks for his fringe as he wore a dark purple bandanna hat, he was fair skinned with amethyst eyes narrowed eyes with a sliver beard and mustache. He was wearing a dark blue overalls with a white button up shirt with a simple lab coat with two pens in the coat's right breast pocket, his face held no emotions as he proceeded all the way up to the mall desk check-out. .
"Fear not, my fair readers! For there is a man. A man of science A forward thinking who looks back to a sweeter time. . when there was a little spice in life and everything was about niceness!. . " The narrator said as she was starting to brighten up her voice as the man began to place his utensils on the conveyor belt. . The female cashier hand swept a 25 lb case of sugar past the sensor, which beeped in timing, it was followed by several small of jars of baharat, salt, black pepper and samna amongst them. .
The man picked up a small brown bag containing his purchased utensil, his eyes were closed as he opened them to smile at the cashier and to thank her but hearing a cocking of a gun made his smile vanish in favor of a frown. . The man saw a taller man who was wearing a bandanna with the flag of the USA, he had shades as he wore a dark blue sleeveless jacket with golden big buttons at the edges with a dark red shirt and white pants with black knee length boots while he was pointing a pistol toward the distressed cashier. .
The cashier froze for a second before she reached to the side and held up wads of cash, the burglar smirked as the man, who been watching, sighed softly and sadly as he slumped slightly out his way toward the door, his head was lowered in disappointed. He knew that he should have done something but he had learned the hard way from a young age to not get in the middle of a man's greed. .
"I must profess, sir, this man holds the ingredients to Domino City's Salvation!" The narrator said with happiness returning in her voice while she was jumping up and down with excitement in her actions as the readers sweat dropped at her. .
The alarm still ringing in the distance, the man proceeded outside to his white car, fingering with a set of keys as he approached. He was just inserting them into the hole when he heard footsteps behind him. Not noticing the reflection in the window, he turned around to see five teenage hoodlums! Dominating was a spherical bouncer-like guy, a chubby hand raised near his head, which was half-covered by red hair. There was a grotesque barefoot hunchback, a skinny, one that look like a punk rocker, a smaller bald one and at the front was a tall guy, he had spiky brown bangs with heavy eyebrows and dark blue eye. . He was cocking his fist back.
"This man, known simply as:"
He flung his fist at the man, whose vision went black instantly. The reader and the narrator all winced at the sucker punch as all laughed as they watch the man fall on his car's front door, after stealing his money and didn't find any good food to eat, they decided to leave the man alone. They walked away with hands in their pockets as the man groaned in pain. .
"Professor Solomon Muto. . ." The narrator introduced the man with a serious tone in her voice. .
Solomon groaned in pain, as he picked up his ingredients that manged to not rip or break open, he placed them in his still attached brown bag as he placed the bag in his car. . He touched his right eye and twitched in pain, he was going to have a black eye maybe but he had to get home. He sighed as he got in his car and drove home. .His home was pleasing sight to see as he sighed happily as he entered in the garage doors as they closed behind him, he opened his door and entered his home, his sanctuary till he heard a ruckus which he knew what it was. .
In his basement, a baby chimpanzee with a tint of purple fringe as he was wearing only a diaper was screeching wildly. He was perched on top of a high shelf, he then leaped down, knocking aside tubes and beakers, as more scientific beakers fell, he leaped down to another shelf. Clubbing aside even more before h landed on the floor as he pounced across the floor with his fist ahead of his feet Solomon was descending from the iron stairs into the lab.
Solomon groggily rested his hand over his closed right eye briefly as in his other hand held his brown bag of his precious ingredients. He was exhausted from the assault, he endured but it was worth it, he was going to do what he need to do! He partially didn't care what his assistant/baby chimp was doing.
The chimp leaped up to a small TV hanging from the wall. He gurgled in somewhat in a somewhat confusing manner before he proceeded to smash the screen. As glass shards scattered, he pounced back down to the floor again. Meanwhile, Solomon set his shopping bag on the main white counter.
The chimp scaled his way, amphibian-like, up a wall filled with gadgets, devices and knobs. Reaching the top, he grasped a circular tape reel from the wall. His big, blank white eyes shone as he flung it aside, involuntarily spinning the remaining reel as he moved elsewhere, screeching even more randomly. Solomon had a rod in hand as he poured the bag of sugar into a black pot situated in front of him on the counter.
Limbs moved fast as the chimp leaped across the top of a filing cabinet. Getting to the front, he pushed open the front drawer. His hands scattered numerous scribbled papers, old and new. He then proceeded to locate himself elsewhere, while Solomon shook the jars of spice over the vat, his eyes and mouth set and determined.
The chimp's next target was a huge array of glass stands on the lab's other side. He made to swing from it, but the whole thing collapsed, sending pink and blue liquid, along with all the glass fragments, down as the monkey flipped himself over, scattering the liquids out of his fur. By now, Solomon had moved onto Niceness, which was ripping out pages of a book into the vat, where it congregated into a liquid along with the other ingredients.
Ditching his first climbing techniques, the chimp climbed up a retort stand. Horizontally adjacent to a clock, he smashed it, the hands dangling weakly as the chimp left the scene of the crime. Solomon was almost done with his experiment, merely stirring the concoction with his brown rod.
The chimp, grunting again, moved across the floor mega-fast, in the direction of Solomon, who remained oblivious. He continued stirring his mysterious concoction.
The chimp shoved Solomon's side, knocking his rod into a nearby spherical glass flask suspended right above the vat. The black liquid contained within spilled out into the pot, revealing the words "Dimensional H" inscribed on the side. Perhaps because of the liquid, the lab suddenly was shaded in luminous red.
As the last drops fell off of what remained of the glass, Solomon blinked in surprise and shock, his hands twitching strangely. He leaned back in shock from the brightly illuminated container as bubbles started rising and popping, while the chimp looked up at the container.
Solomon backed away from the container as it started shaking violently, the rate of rising bubbles doubling. He finally ran for it. But as the vat shook even more, the chimp leaned his face over the front of the container, peering down at the pink concoction. Just as his eyes were reflected in its surface. .
KA-BOOM!
An explosion resonated, along with numerous things flying and others breaking. . Just as the chimp was clubbed away by the explosion, everything went black, yet right before Solomon passed he thought he had heard something. Something that sound strangely like three boys giggling whilst also being young, carefree and. .Innocent. .