"Good Fucking Grief, you're sending me to this nowhere town in the middle of gods unseeing grounds? This is the first thing you do to me after I said that I'm on vacation yesterday. I don't want to work this week, I've already had to work my ass off earlier, and now you're sending me to a place called… I can't even remember its name, it's so forgettable." I look over to the chief of the department I'm in with stern hard eyes. My hands ball up in built-up frustrations. This week was already draining on my stamina but now I have to deal with some fools who are running a drug route. It's just one ordeal after another here at the station. Too bad I'm their best man.

"Justin you listen here, just because you're tired of your job and you need a break doesn't mean the others can get there fast enough. Your Imagination Break is the best in the business when it comes to traveling, so I don't want to hear any excuses. This is a red alert." My Cheif is a smartass at times, and this only proves my point to the extremes. He's a scrawny white man who has no imagination break, and he hates people who have their imagination activated. The man's about 5"2' and always wears a white shirt and sweats to work. At this point, his job is to sit on his ass all day blabbering orders at us and always tells us our jobs are on red alert. In fact, he loves to fuck with us so much that we have given him the name Spitoon. Whose idea was it to give this man the free pass to become one of us? He hasn't felt our pain nor has he seen any of us on the job. Give me the job and I'll do my work, unlike this bastard who keeps mountains of papers on his desk with no actual work done on them.

"You're just as horrible as you were day one old man. You're lucky you still even have this job. But fine, you better pay me double for all this fuckery you're giving me." I force my way past the old man and grab a map off the table. Thankfully the one good thing he does is give all expenses to the directions and location. It's like he just wants me gone so he can wallow in his failures as chief in peace. I wouldn't blame him. "You're gonna have to quit this job if this is all you're good for. I'm sorry to say that, but that doesn't excuse the bad things you've said or done to us. Goodbye motherfucker, I at least hope you're life doesn't become like ours one day." And with that I take my leave. I walk out of the front door, only to appear in my establishment across town. It's your average decor for a house, just a two-bedroom, one-bathroom small townhouse. Nothing wrong with having less.

The living room is kind of a drag for my honest workings. There's a window behind a black leather. In front of the sofa a small, but decorative, glass coffee table resides. There are four letters inscribed onto the glass "JCCM". The "JC" is my name, Justin Cosmolight. The "CM" well that stands for... "Finally I can show myself!" As if my imagination activated on its own, a girl broke free from my body and flung herself onto the floor in front of me. She looked to be 4"8' and looked like she lived inside a cardboard box. Her shirt read 'Trixx are for kids, like me' but it was torn and had holes all over the place. Her shorts were not exempt from the same fate. They were torn all around the seams and holes were all over the bottom half of them. Her skin was extremely

pale, there was barely any color to it. Her hair was the strangest thing about her though, on the left and right of her head was two 'pom-poms' of pink hair. Each one was covered in split ends and three spikes of hair separated from the bottom of hairballs. She didn't look real at all, but here she was, sitting in front of me.

"Hey, Celeste. You know he can't see you. Just push the chief next time he comes to us. It'll be funny." If you couldn't guess by now, the "CM" is the girl's initials, Celeste Mysticality. Honestly, if you couldn't put that together you're just as sad as the Chief himself. Oh wait, you're probably wondering who we are anyway. I just started this journal thing so I guess I better introduce myself along with Celeste. My name is Justin Cosmolight, a 24./7 cop that works for the people of this world. Our branch spans everywhere and is simply known as. . .

The Imagination Station

Our branch isn't the best in the world at our job, however, we have the most dedication to our cause do to our backgrounds. Or rather, the reason the branch is even known as the Imagination Station. It started with one man who was stuck inside an insane asylum under false charges. He was caught with a stolen item that was forced upon his character by a man with a green crest and black cape. Obviously, he was suspicious of the man's actions, so he went to the police to give the item back. However, when he pulled the item out of his pocket, his appearance changed to that of the man he just met. Almost immediately, he was apprehended by the very people he just tried to get help from. His hands were cuffed and locked. His body was beaten and no one dared try to get in the way of the cruelty.

Only six hours later, he was sentenced to a trial and was forced into court. The police said they had many witnesses, and to his dismay, the thief stood there as one of the witnesses. During the trial, he pleaded innocent as any other man would do. It got so bad that they had to shut him up. When the Theif got onto the pedestal, his sentence was already put upon him. A testimony was given that detailed every single action, every single detail, every single name and design inside of the item. The man fell to his knees and was dragged into the next room and put into jail. His sentence was 9 years in prison, which, in all honesty, isn't the worst thing in the world to happen to you. However, it couldn't just end there, could it?

Only two days later, he was called in for re-trial. The trial wasn't over any thievery or anything near that penalty line, it was one for the death of an important figure to society. Apparently, the head chief of security for NCA (National Care Association) was assassinated by a man who looked and sounded exactly like him. At that point, the judges and jury had already made their decision to execute him. The audience was silently judging him, and the trial began. At that exact moment, the world went white for him and his fate was played out in front of him. He saw him on a shock chair, begging for his life. H knew he was innocent, but for the second time in his life, there was nothing he could do about it. Then, he heard a voice.

⤲

"For the last few days, your path of destiny was left to one who's identity remains a mystery. For all the stress and panic feelings you have bottled up, it will finally spill out and grant you new powers to get you out of this situation! Now, what do you need to get out of this bind young one!".

"I need evidence, I need evidence that will prove everyone that I am a righteous individual! Ones in which my innocents can never be disproven!"

And so, the white world placed him back into reality, the court was about to pass its verdict, it was the worst feeling. "Your honor! There is no evidence in this court case that it is me, only words of those who were there! Just like my last court case! If you want to prove me wrong, then allow me to stand up for myself!" The crowd went silent for he was right. This time there wasn't any evidence against him, so he technically had the right of way to provide what he could due to how the court rules were set at the time.

With almost no effort and a small light, three items appear in front of him. A camera, a VHS tape, and a photo. These three items seemed random, but they proved his innocence far more then any amount of detail can supply. The camera was pulled to see what was on it, on the film in the camera was him sitting in the prison cell at the hours of the assassination. The photo was a picture of the murderer shooting the Head Chief. The person firing was completely different from the defendant in both hair color and skin color. The third was the VHS tape, this was the security footage of the mall when the first accusation was flung.

Everyone was silent, in one daring move, their reputation was put on hold. The judge called off the case and released the man from prison. The thief was then called up to court and arrested on the spot. No one knows how they found him, they just did. Two years later, he appeared upon the world once more. His goal was to unite all people who were under the same circumstances as he had on those days, or even worse. He would take in people who unlocked their imagination or just had a horrible past. And of course, he called the police force "The Imagination Station.."

Fast forward about 50 years later, and here I am now. I just got the job last year and I'm already put as the world's best cop by many. So much so I'm considered to be one of the World-Renowned. "Justin! Come on! You know I'm not that cruel. Besides if I did push him or anything of the sorts, people could have an inkling that I exist. No one's heard of a man with two Imagination Breaks, and it's already criminal to have one. It's outlawed for god's sake!" Celeste gets up and slaps me hard. Normally I would retaliate, but she was right. If I didn't have this job, then my powers would be shunned and I'd be thrown in prison for something I just can't control. Though that's another story for another date. I probably already bored you half to death.

"Well, we got another job across the country, yet again. Because our dead beat 'sheriff' wanted to pull a fast one on me. I called it a red alert. Like hell I wanted something to do, it's my day off! I spent money, actual money, to get this day off, lord knows I'm taking this trip's expenses off of the guys' paycheck instead of mine!" I take one step and end up in my bedroom, Celeste appears on my bed while I undress to take a shower. My bedroom wasn't one to be admired nor was it too bad. If you've seen anything that would represent a dorm from a pair of broke college kids, you can kind of get the idea for how things looked around here. The bed was old and chipped along the frame and pegs. The backboard seemed to be extremely royal, too much for a broke police officer, Until you realize the middle part of it is broken in half four ways. Yeah, I take my anger out on it every once in a while, yes, I do regret ever hitting it in the first place.

I throw off my green striped, black jacket before tossing off my shirt. I wasn't your average person. I was a chubby white man, literally the worst archetype of person to be. If not for my main Imagination Break, I'd be the laughing stock of everyone on the team. I still am half of the time. The only person who even likes how I look is Celeste. Though that could just be my influence on her. I wish I could say she was a free girl, but she's stuck by my side no matter where I go or whatever she wants to do. It's like… God, I'm going on tangents way too much.

"Well I wouldn't try to pull that kind of bullshit on him, but I do agree. He should have to pay for your trip at least! Seriously, who makes it to where you're forced to leave the country on a whim! That just isn't cool…" Celeste puffs her cheeks out just like a little kid who had a bit of a tantrum. If I was to say anything, she got cuter the more pissed off she looked. Though that's just my opinion, others would think differently from me. "Partner, I need you to do me a favor… Get undressed somewhere where I can't see you! It's embarrassing for me to endure this over and over again!"

"Then maybe you should stop coming out every time I get home. I know that ain't the best to look at, so either stop or just don't look." I grab a towel with "JC" imprinted on the corners, in the middle was some medieval shield logo. Look I ain't that good at explaining things to the greatest detail so please cut me some slack. please. "I'm gonna get to it Celeste, make sure no one intrudes the house, please. It's going to take a while to wind down from a bad week." I force my way into my bathroom and slam the door. The bathroom was probably the best looking area of the place. It was the golden standard, a marble bathtub, a granite counter, a nice sink with a broken faucet, and a toilet with a cracked lid. Please don't ask how any of these got broken.

Honestly, I couldn't care less right now on what I was doing. My mind won't stop racing against a clock. The water turns on as I wait for an engraved invitation called warm water to start appearing. More likely than not, I'll wait too long and get hot water's bane, but at this point, I wouldn't care. 'Now, I'm not going to bother anyone with my life stories, so let's just say I've lost a brother in arms to a freak fire incident. I was just tasked to take his place, and I couldn't be more angry at the situation I was put in, even if I tried. When the time comes, he'll get his own grave at the hall of fame. His work ethic was like no other, and I couldn't be any better than him if I tried.' "You know what, fuck it. I'm going to go there right now and exact my revenge for a fallen comrade. Celeste, we're heading out right now!" I turn off the water without going in. In that instant, I was in the garage, fully dressed, waiting for Celeste to get down and ready for the journey ahead. There was nothing in here except my car and a small door leading outside.

Only ten minutes pass before Celeste comes down. She smiles, waves, and then jumps into my car, the FireBird. It's not known that way for how fast it is, but for how my Imagination Break interacts with the car. I stare out into the open road, snap my fingers and get into the FireBird. "Justin! Come on you slowpoke! I wanna see the world go grey! Or… Are you going to put me back into your soul? If that's the case then I refuse!" Celeste grabs my shoulder and squeezes it tightly. "I don't want to be left out like last time! You know that people can't see me, why not just let me ride shotgun until we get to our destination!"

"Well, alright then you get to ride, but if you feel eyes hit you. Leave to my soul. I don't want you to be found out, alright Celeste?" I close my eyes and allow my Imagination to flow around my fingers. I open my eyes, and the world goes grey. The car that was about to drive past stopped in its tracks, the wind went stagnant, and the clouds stood, unwavering. The only things that weren't grey were me, Celeste, and the FireBird. This is my first Imagination Break, the famously dubbed Instant Movement. Within my Imagination Break, I can move around, punch things, move things by hand, etc. All without the world moving forward in any capacity. And with this Break of mine, I shall get to the town without anyone or anything knowing. The element of surprise is on my side.