Hello! This is set around about between Animorphs 19 and 20, so no blue box etc etc The chapters are quite short, but then they are in the real books as well, and I tried to use a similar style. I chose to use Jake as a narrator, because any of them would be out of sync and I like his style most. Please let me know how you find it! Reviews make me purr :)

Disclaimer: Animorphs are the property of K. A. Applegate

Chapter 1

My name is Jake.

And one of my nightmares had just come true.

Well, not the one with the scissors and the walking carrot man.

The one where Visser Three smiles and says, "You all know what I want. I want to take over the world." And thousands of free humans cheer.

Back up, Jake.

What's a Visser Three? Visser Three is an evil Yeerk who wants to enslave humanity.

Cool. What's a Yeerk?

Yeerks are parasites. They look like large slugs and they slither in through your ear and claim your body. You can't do anything except watch as your Yeerk manoeuvres your family into the same fate. You become a 'controller', which is very ironic because you have no control whatsoever.

My brother Tom is a controller.

Yeerks don't only control humans. They also control Hork Bajir (think T-rex and add a dozen blades on the joints and forehead) and Taxxons (giant, giant centipede creatures with massive mouths ringed with very sharp teeth). The Hork Bajir used to be a peaceful bark eating race, the Taxxons the exact opposite. They are carnivorous, and constantly driven by a maddening hunger. But their fates are the same. The same as the Yeerks want for us.

Visser Three does not have any of these hosts. He is the only Yeerk to have an Andalite host. Andalites. The sometime good guys. Paint a centaur blue, take away its mouth, and add two stalk eyes and a wickedly sharp scorpion tail. That's an Andalite. Except even though they've already got quite enough natural weapons, Andalites invented the technology to allow them to morph. Exchange their body for another creatures. Visser Three can do that too.

Just as well he could, because humans are resilient creatures, but even a thousand happy, excitable teenagers would have reacted adversely to him addressing them in his stolen Andalite form. Instead the Visser looked remarkably unlike a threat. He was wearing a white summery dress, which skimmed his knees. He had freckles, bare arms and wavy brown hair.

Visser Three currently looked like a twenty something girl.

(Is it twisted that I'm finding the Visser hot?) Marco asked me in thought speak. Marco. He's my best friend. And he was currently flying as a seagull above our heads.

We can morph too, us animorphs. Me, Marco, Cassie, Rachel, Tobias, and our resident Andalite homey Aximili, or Ax. A gift from Ax's doomed brother. It enables us to fight the Yeerk invasion as well as we can.

I couldn't answer Marco because I wasn't in morph. You have to be to use thought speak. Instead I gave an exaggerated eye roll.

(I caught that!) he said.

(You should try asking him on a date,) Rachel, my cousin and currently another seagull, suggested. (You never know Marco, you might finally get lucky.)

(Ha ha, and further ha,) he replied.

We were attending a big Sharing concert in an open air stadium. They'd manage to rope in some halfway decent singers and the stands were packed. The others were here as seagulls, except for Tobias who was his usual red tailed hawk self. I was there as human because Tom had made me promise to come in return for lying to my dad about where I'd been the previous night. Tom, or Tom's Yeerk, thought I'd been seeing Cassie. Wrong, slug. I was fighting for my life against your compatriots.

I hadn't minded coming because the Sharing was getting a bit worrying. It had received a very public change of leadership recently. The new face was, we figured, some high up Yeerk. A young woman named Jessica Lisle. A couple of days of surveillance, and we knew who she really was. Jessica Lisle was a morph of Visser Three's. That pretty, tanned face, the cute laugh and her sheer excitement on all the television interviews for the future of the Sharing was fake, all fake. A snare to draw humans in.

Jessica/ Visser Three had been introducing the acts that would be coming. Standing on the stage in the brilliant sunshine she/ he was undeniably attractive. No wonder Sharing membership was rising. And then she/ he took a few minutes to talk about her/his vision for the Sharing.

You know, the usual babble about inclusivity and greatness.

She/he even came out with the line, "The Sharing is about respect for humanity. It's about respect for every single person wherever they are from."

Tobias snorted. (Yeah, they really respect you as they shove your face into the pool.)

Jessica smiled the brilliant smile that was currently plastered on the covers of all the teen magazines Rachel reads.

"Under my leadership, I want the Sharing to grow. I want us to reach out and INVOLVE the whole world. We're about inclusivity, so let's include all of America! Let's go further!" She/ he raised her/his hand dramatically and shouted. "Does the Sharing mean something to you?" A resounding roar from the stadium, from controllers and excited free humans alike. "Then let's make it mean something to everybody! I charge you, as your duty, as American citizens, as human beings, to help the Sharing grow and reach out to those that need it!"

(The Sharing's moving up a notch,) Cassie said worriedly. I nodded to the voices in my head. Tom looked at me like I was a freak.

(I think the guy needs help getting some ambition going. I mean, only including all America?) Marco commented sarcastically.

(Actually Visser Three has demonstrated on numerous occasions that he is ambitious.) That would be Ax.

(I was kind of joking, Ax-man) Marco said.

(Perhaps I was too,) he suggested drily.

I listened to their voices, but my mind was also running over possibilities. The Sharing was getting bigger, more aggressive. Did that mean the entire invasion had also stepped up a notch?

Visser Three flashed the pearly whites. "You all know what I want. I want to take over the world."