Dreaming, that's what I was doing. I was dreaming about my travels across state to state, gaining friends along the tours, and much more to list down that I couldn't even imagine. But, like all dream…

"WAKE UP YOU MANGY GROPPING USELESS SLOBS, IT'S AUCTION DAY! GET YER SORRY ARSES UP!"

It was then that one of the crew, known simply as 'Slave Driver', which woke everyone in the small room that we call 'haven'. Slave Driver yelled at us with those words the way of saying 'get up and be sold to a new master', and to me, it scared me. Auction day only happens once every month, and I was fresh meat to be sold off to the hungry wolves out there. Oh what fun and joy.

I sighed and got up alongside other slaves from our matted floors. As I was standing, I tossed my greasy shoulder length dirt blonde hair to 'look' good, along with brushing off dirt from my 'Iron Maiden' Tee and my torn jeans, I then started to scratch at my month old 'tattoo' on my left arm, which was a branding of a number code that you would see on a box of food. Once I was done with that, I followed the other humanoids out of the 'slave' room and into the ships many hallways, this one leading to the Auction Center.

To start, my name is Sara Madison, 23 years of age. As you have guessed it, I am defiantly a homo sapient, human precisely, while everyone around me is an extraterrestrial from different worlds and galaxies. I'm from a little Sol Galaxy, on the planet called Earth, that is isolated from the other planets and not that nearly advanced yet. Let's just say, Earth is a level 2 planet while the planet VarBurka (A/N made up IDK) is a level 6 planet with advanced things. This is lead to believe that humans are nothing but dumb humanoids with weird and 'freakish' things about them, hence why I was a scapegoat for EVERYTHING on the ship I was held on.

Groaning a bit, I started to stretch when I soon started hissing in pain. My back was a bit sore from the whips that the slave driver did to me yesterday. I closed my eyes to keep the pain hidden and to keep on going to the area assigned.

Unknowingly, I bumped into an alien and landed on my butt because of it, but not before I was lifted up by my shirt collar by said alien. The alien that was holding me and giving me the deadliest glares I ever saw had a wide forehead, sharp teeth, no ears and had four eyes on his face; the alien also had a big imposing body that screamed 'I will kill you if you provoke me', he also has a similar 'tattoo' on his thick neck giving him a more 'bad guy' look. For this alien is the number one tormentor of me staying here that I liked to call 'Brute'.

"Watch where ya goin' ya freak of nature," he snarled at me, I merely nodded and was pushed aside by the 'boss' of the slaves, who made others follow him and avoided the 'freak', aka me. Soon, I was alone in the dingy hallway, and decided to walk to the auction line.

As I followed the hallway, I came upon the line which, surprise, made me the last of the line. Although I was the last person out of everybody, there were large monitor screens on the walls around us that showed the Auction; basically, it was like a TV game show on Earth, except it played with lives.

...

After the commercials ended, the Slave Auction's bad clichéd opening showed and an annoying announcer came on to introduce the 'host', AKA the main brain behind the operations of the slave trafficking. He was a pitiful humanoid, with three eyes in the arrangement of a triangle, purple skin, and bad taste in clothing; not to mention that he was in a flying saucer that was screaming 'I'm better than you'. His name, from the screen, was 'Mr. Bids'.

"WELCOME FELLOW OWNERS!" Mr. Bids said in a faux happy tone, "Is everyone ready to get their personal, bonafied, hunk of meat SLAVE?" Everyone in the audience were screaming and whooping to get the show rolling, which Mr. Bids did and started off with a random alien that was with the alien Brute who shoved me to the wall. I mostly tuned out the auctions and biddings of other aliens. Meanwhile, I was just thinking to myself as I moved on with the line, scratching my 'tattoo'. If I could, I would have my Android phone on me and listen to music, but sadly, my phone and all my personal stuff in my travel back bag that was on me was confiscated by the slavers and would only give my bag back was if I was sold to the highest bidder; which they laughed at because I was a 'freak', and a 'freak' like me didn't deserve that type of goods.

I started to think deep, thinking about being a roadie again and doing things for touring bands and such. One thing I was going to miss from earth, besides the types of music and the video games, was meeting with other roadies in a local bar after they were done with tours. The other roadies were like friends and family that a person could have; we tell our stories from music tours, types of touring musicians to avoid, and my favorite, drinking contests. I may not look like it, but I am one Hell of a drinker, and can out-drink any man; it's a wonder that I have a still functioning liver though.

For the next several hours, every alien that was inline ahead of me was getting sold, which soon left only another alien hating my guts and me. So I was right behind the stage curtain while Mr. Bids was showing the last alien with the biddings of up to 200,000 credits*. After it reached 500 thousand credits, the guy was sold and left the stage through the curtain, but not before shoving me to the side with an elbow jab.

"Alright folks I think that's… hm?" Mr. Bids was going to end the show when someone whispered in his ear that I was left and he was wide eyed for a moment, then he calmed down, "Gentlemen and ladies," Mr. Bids started as if he looked calm, "Here we have a special treat for all of you out there. A never before seen creature that is rare to this very existence, get her on stage Joe."

With that said, Joe -a humanoid alien with a headset on- pushed me onto the stage near Mr. Bids. I heard a lot of gasps and gawking from the audience and as I eyed them, there were more beings than I expected, some of them were reaching the ceiling for all I cared. I was then brought to my attention on Mr. Bids talking a bit about me, at least what he knows of it.

"Now this right here audience is called a Hyuuman," 'wrong its huMAN, idiot' I thought to myself.

"She is from an isolated planet called Eearth," 'EARTH, as in ground, dirt? And we are not isolated, have you found out we existed none of this would've happen,' my thoughts were getting more and more aggravated from this guy as he spewed more misunderstandings of my planet. Glorbing gastric bubbles of Zerchin above, I wanted to punch him so bad.

"Now, the pricing for this rare individual is at 250 credits," Mr. Bids soon placed the price, but still the aliens were still gawking at me. This irked me, as to I am not some type of sideshow freak to be stared at by others.

"Oh come ON People!" Bids said in amusement in his tone of voice, "You could be the talk of the planet as to owning this One of a Kind SLAVE!"

"Bra, I could do more than slave," said a voice in the crowd, pulling up an unreadable sign that was held up by a waxy tan arm, "I'm Takin the babe with me to Banging' town!"

I bristled at that guy. Surfer type jocks that had that superiority complex, ugh, it made my stomach sick. And to think I was almost sold to him, but no, I wasn't. Mr. Bids grinned wider, "250 to number 12355, can I have 300? Going once-"

"Here!" another voice hollered, holding up a card.

"300 to number 81195, now-"

...

This kept on for what felt like hours, aliens were betting on me left and right, Mr. Bids going really fast talking, and I felt like I was going to die there and now. However, the tanned arm guy and someone else were the main betters for me. That other person was short, legit short, with a black roman helmet on and a giant yellow thunder bolt on top of it, his face was an EYE and he was holding up -what seemed to be- a phone to his head, while his other hand was holding the number card.

It was going on, till the little guy hollered out,

"ONE MILLION CREDITS FOR THE SLAVE!"

The audience gasped at the guy's proclaims, and shocked me just to even look at him.

"Um…" even Mr. Bids, the Jabber jaw salesman, was speechless, "A-alright then, um, going once,"

I felt like I was relieved. I wasn't sold to the tanned arm guy and to a little guy.

"-Going twice-"

First thing I was going to do was ask the new 'master' to help me out on escaping. And then, I was getting out of space and-

"SOLD! To the representative of the Hater Empire!"

Wait-WHAT?!

I was gobsmacked, an EMPIRE? I was sold off to an EMPIRE? 'Wait a minute, who the hell is Hater' I thought in fear.

"Alright ladies and gents, that's it for tonight, comeback next month for newer slaves!" Mr. Bids concluded as the show ended, cameras shut off and the audience leaving the exit, and heading to the 'docking bay'. I was soon pushed/led me off the stage by one of the guys in the back and to another part of the ship. To make matters worse, the guy pushed me on my sore back, GAH, it felt like a pit of fire was burning and it wasn't letting off me for relief.

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[A/N] Okay guys, I am back into writing fanfiction again, even IF its a bit slower than last; and due to my Hiatus, i was busy writing this story up.

But to continue it I need some good BETAs that help me out with it, cause frankly, i want to get into the groove with writing stories up. If you can, please PM me if you want to help me out here.

So until then, Please review, Subsribe/or Favorite and as always, have a good read

[Note: i DO NOT own Wander over Yonder, as it belongs to Disney and i cant profit with it]