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Prelude: Taylor
I stepped out of my house, unaware that I was being watched. Being watched by the threat to the Yeerk invasion. The Andalites. How much longer until we destroy the Andalites and conquer the universe? How much longer until we overrun the Andalite high command?
I walked into the closest 7-eleven and saw some suspicious-looking teenage boys hanging by the counter, one of which looking familiar.
Like Visser One's host.
I walked up to the aisle nearest them, and watched them like they were watching me. As I got to the end of the aisle, they started following me.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
The Andalite backed up, then lunged toward me.
TSEWW!
"Don't be dumb, get control of your morph."
How did you get here? The others would never let you get away from them.
"You don't think they trust me? I'm hurt. Really."
I picked up a bag of pretzels and proceeded to the end of the aisle.
They followed.
I walked to the next aisle.
They followed.
I put a gallon of milk into the cart and reached for the cereal. I walked toward the counter.
"$8.54," the clerk said, bored. Then he looked up.
"Hi," I said, handing him a $10 bill.
He stared at me for another second, then gave me my change.
My name is Taylor. I am probably dead to the other Yeerks. Yet, I am alive. And I'm searching.
Searching for the Andalite. The Andalite that recreated my destroyed host body. The Andalite who forced me to stay in the natural gas flow that nearly destroyed me.
Visser Three.
Prelude: Taylor
I stepped out of my house, unaware that I was being watched. Being watched by the threat to the Yeerk invasion. The Andalites. How much longer until we destroy the Andalites and conquer the universe? How much longer until we overrun the Andalite high command?
I walked into the closest 7-eleven and saw some suspicious-looking teenage boys hanging by the counter, one of which looking familiar.
Like Visser One's host.
I walked up to the aisle nearest them, and watched them like they were watching me. As I got to the end of the aisle, they started following me.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
The Andalite backed up, then lunged toward me.
TSEWW!
"Don't be dumb, get control of your morph."
How did you get here? The others would never let you get away from them.
"You don't think they trust me? I'm hurt. Really."
I picked up a bag of pretzels and proceeded to the end of the aisle.
They followed.
I walked to the next aisle.
They followed.
I put a gallon of milk into the cart and reached for the cereal. I walked toward the counter.
"$8.54," the clerk said, bored. Then he looked up.
"Hi," I said, handing him a $10 bill.
He stared at me for another second, then gave me my change.
My name is Taylor. I am probably dead to the other Yeerks. Yet, I am alive. And I'm searching.
Searching for the Andalite. The Andalite that recreated my destroyed host body. The Andalite who forced me to stay in the natural gas flow that nearly destroyed me.
Visser Three.