Chapter one: Blakk
Ethan was sick of just about everything. His
friend, Eli, had just disapeared a few days ago. Then he discovered about how his uncle was supposedly some kind of crazy evil genius, in this underground world where Eli had disapeared to, and so had his father. So, here he was about to jump into some sewer that supposedly had a transport line to this place. He had a "gift" from his uncle in his backpack, a black sharp toothed thing. The freak had called it a Amperling. Honestly? He planned on ditching the damn thing once he got there. He wanted to see Eli. He wanted to know what the hell was going on. And most of all, he wanted to know what the heck was wrong with his uncle. He dropped down into the sewer. The Amperling hissed, but he scowled back at it, and that shut it up. He splashed down the muddy sewers. He followed his map, using the light of the Amperling, and looking for the right entrance. Finally, he found it. He walked inside, and the room looked incredibly evil. It was painted red and black with a Large V on the chair, and there was a note on the seat that would bring him down.
It had in red text, "I've been waiting for you, dear nephew." Ethan grabbed the note, and ripped it to shreds. "I'm not coming for you uncle... I'm coming to help Eli stop your crimes." He then pulled a blue spray can out of his backpack, sprayed it all over the chair, waited for it to dry, then dropped down. If his uncle was a known mad scientist, then be didn't want his entrance to look too menacing. He sat in the chair, and pressed the button. The second he did it, the chair rocketed downwards, and it felt like he was being sucked down a black hole. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he flew down. The Amperling chirped, and he flew down into the underworld.
The parachute opened as he fell out of the sky. It was dark red, but at least with the blue of the chair he just looked kinda silly. Better silly and embarrassing than to be chased down by a bunch of other slingers. He landed and stood up. He looked at the Amperling in its tube. He stuck it back into his pocket, and decided to keep it a little longer. It was like his childhood friend though, so he decided to keep it a little longer. He remembered about what Eli had told him about slugterra. A certain slug could cure ghouls like his- a Boom Dock or something? He started walking into the woods. He accidentally stepped on a rock. Wait. That was no rock. Whatever it was, it was made out of metal. He scraped the dirt and moss off it, brushed the rust off, and picked it up. It was a small silver case with a red V on it. Obviously another note from his crazed uncle. He slid it open, and picked up the note. Written in red ink, it said the following: "A blakk hideout will be in a quarter mile west of here. You will find basic gear and a ghoul maker with a can of dark water. Use it wisely. I hope to see you soon, my nephew."
Ethan scowled at the thought of more ghouls, and decided that by the time he got there, he would bring the stupid thing to a cave troll to turn it into a ghoul slug curing machine. He trekked down the forest path, observing the strange plants and giant mushrooms. He saw it in the distance and groaned at how evil and ominous it looked. He sighed and kept walking. He pushed open the doors and walked in. Bla Bla Bla, gloomy place, you get it. He pulled another spray can from his backpack, and spray painted the red on his clothes black. That way, nobody would recognize him as somebody who worked for Dr. Blakk. And, he would at least be wearing Slugterra clothes versus surface clothes, which would make him look like he was from another planet. He found a blaster as well, red and black, made just like his uncle's. He groaned at his uncle's insistiveness, and pulled out another spray can, and painted the red pieces blue. He laughed, realizing he was pretty much giving everything his uncle had given him a paint job. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was glad at the very least be looked nothing like his uncle. He had spiky black hair with streaks of gray, with dark sea green eyes. He looked over to his side. A coffee machine. Seriously? No food, no fridge, but a coffee machine. Suddenly, Ethan got an idea. He made a little espresso, poured a vial of dark water into the fridge outside, poured the latte into the jar, and popped in the vial and his slug into the machine. He pressed the button. The amperling began to look worried as the dark brown smoke fogged up the container. When it was done and he got his slug back, the results weren't exactly what he was expecting. It was drooling, with closed eyes and its tongue lolligagging out of its mouth. He stuck the jar in his pocket, and walked outside again, only to find a cave troll pointing a blaster at him. "Freeze, Blakk scum."