Chapter 1: The Beginning
Void.
That was all he could see, all he could hear, and all he could think about.
Until he realized: He could think!
He was conscious!
Realizing this, he told his eyes to open, and looked around. He was alone in a small, dark cave.
Where in the world was he?
He could not remember anything at all, not even his name.
He tried his very best to remember something, anything, and was barely able to remember something.
He focused as hard as he could, and a word snapped into his mind.
Quote.
His name is Quote.
He looked down, and saw that his skin was bleach white. That didn't seem normal... but for all he knew, it was. He looked down and saw some water at his feet, and saw his own reflection in it.
He had black hair, dark blue eyes, two green antennae on the side of his head, and was wearing a green scarf, black muscle shirt, red trousers, black boots, and a red-white cap with a quotation on the front reading: Fortes fortuna iuvat.
Fortune favours the brave.
He secured the cap further on his head and got up. He jumped up and saw light spilling in through a small doorway. He walked through the doorway, but was disapointed to find himseelf in another, larger cave. At least this one was brighter.
He turned to his left and walked around, but was stopped by a wall of rubble and a small, round critter. The creature began hopping toward him angrily, and he dodged out of the way. He ran the other way. He saw that the cave extended deeper this way, but also saw some bats and spikes in the way.
Those spikes looked extremely sharp. He'd have to be extremely careful not to impale himself on them.
He began to trek through the cave carefully, and was able to evade the pesky bats and dodge the spikes. He jumped over some water into a small hole, dodged a bat and a critter, and ran further into the cave.
He landed in some water, and remembered that he could not breathe water. He quickly scrambled out and saw another doorway through the jaws of a stone lion head.
He entered into what seemed to be a small abode, accompanied by a sleeping old, tan man with grey hair. He tried to wake up the sleeping man, but was unsuccesful to say the least.
Just then, he noticed a chest tucked away in the corner, and walked over to it. He knew he shouldn't snoop through others' property, but it was almost like this guy was asking for it.
He opened the chest, and found a small, blue pistol inside. There was a name printed on the side of it.
Polar Star Mk. I
He didn't know why, but it was as if he had already mastered pistol wielding some time ago, and began to spin the pistol by its trigger around his finger.
He grinned.
Now he could defend himself.
He exited the small abode and saw some creatures awaiting him.
Time for his first taste of combat, or so it seemed.
A critter growled and jumped at him, and he took aim and fired. The pistol released a glowing blue projectile that hit the critter, which released a sharp yelp. Another shot, and the creature was dead.
He proceeded to navigate back through where he came, shooting anything that came too close to him. He came back to the rubble wall which impeded his progress earlier, and began shooting it.
It crumbled away, revealing a door. He jumped up to the door and grabbed the handle. He heard growling, and felt something bite him. He jumped back and saw that the door was alive. He shot it multiple times, and it vanished. He walked through the doorway.
Possessed doors? He knew that wasn't right.
However, he was abruptly shook from his thoughts when his right foot met air instead of ground.
He tipped forward and closed his eyes.
This was not going to be a pleasant adventure, was it?