Long ago, there were two races. Monster, humans, and all that jazz. You do not really care. All you care about is getting the job done.
Your name is john and you are on a quest. Your mother (The bitch queen) has ordered you to corrupt the next universe. You told her that you REALLY do not care about this job since you pass every single time but she just made you do it.
You go to your dimly lit room and walk to your cracked mirror. You do not know why you are doing this but you do it anyway. You see the same ugly face you have seen for the past 18 years.
Black hair, Glasses that you stole from the all too cool Dirk Strider, (God you loved that universe) A red left eye and a black right eye, A scar along your right eye you got from your sister (BITCH) And your dark skin.
You have about two hours before you make your way to the UT-001 Universe so you decide that you can get some training in before you go.
Then you hear knocking on your door. Looks like a do not come in paper doesn't do crap these days.
"John? I have your food!"
Oh, it's Just your maid. That is fine. She's cool.
"Just put in the code!" You say.
"You know the code doesn't work right? The queen just put that there!"
Goddammit mom. You asked her to put a code on your door so people don't just barge in whenever.
"Just put the damm code in Mary!"
You instantly feel bad for yelling at her. She was just being nice. However, as second in command you have to be tough. Even if it's to your closest friend.
She walks in with some steak and baked potatoes.
Your favorite meal.
She puts the meal on your bed and fixes her hair.
"So I hear your going on another mission!"
"Yeah. I'm not all that excited about it though. I have no interest in this universe. It's stupid. There is only ONE human that I have to corrupt. That's stupid! Back in HS-001 I have like twelve! Plus the trolls! I even made friends with that clown guy!"
"Well the queen keeps saying you're the only one fit for this job. So there must be a reason."
You sigh and sit on your bed. Then proceed to take a bite of your steak.
"My sister."
"What about her?"