A/N: Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Got slow on these updates, but that's alright. Here's the next chapter.
I groaned and put my right hand on my forehead and rubbed it.
"Ugh, this headache is almost as bad as a hangover," I said as lifted my head up. Alcohol was something I did my best to get into to piss off my parents. To make them take some initiative in my life for the first time. I hated the taste of alcohol when I first tried it, but after trying it enough times, it became an acquired taste. Though I much preferred soda and juice over it. Though both of those didn't have the numbing feeling after drinking a few of them. Above all, the alcohol thing didn't even affect them in the slightest.
"As long as it does not affect your performances or you cause serious damage to yourself, I see no problem with it. Besides, the right type of wine is good for you," my dad told me. I was so overridden with disgust, I couldn't find the words to comprehend what I was feeling at the time. But I had established that my parents were terrible ones a long time ago. But I couldn't help but still try and get them to care sometimes.
Putting that to the side, I tried to recall how I ended up here. I remember some robots, some kids, and a hard hit to the head that rendered me useless. I shook my head.
"Not even 5 minutes into the town, and I'm already getting involved in crazy stuff. Great," I thought to myself before standing up. I peeked out of the window and noticed that the robots were gone. Well, at least they were out of my hair. About this Wacko company, I really need to solve that problem. Then again, after a stunt like this, it's likely he's already taken care of. No point.
"I wonder if my supplies are here," I asked myself before going down to my lab to check. It was filled with more metal, chemicals, energy, fusion rods, and a bunch of other things I needed. I rubbed my hands together in eagerness.
"Two things were on my list. A motorcycle and a bullet making machine. Need to design to be able to make all types of calibers and types," I ticked off in my head. I decided on the bullet making machine first. (I'm going to skip the detail on making machines. No point in doing so really)
All things considered, it took a lot less time to make than I thought it would, considering I had to make the bullet making machine using logic, not already blueprinted plans. Didn't matter to me though. It was finished.
Looking over the plans for this place, I saw that there was a tunnel I could use if I wanted to take my more bigger inventions out of the lab. I could take it out of the elevator, but I'd prefer to ride this thing out.
So I hopped on my bike and rode it down the tunnel. Without a helmet, mind you, I didn't plan on having one as soon as I came here, so I would have to go buy one.
My first destination was a local bike shop and bought a plain helmet to protect my head from being cracked open like an egg. But I had so many protective devices built inside that it would probably be useless, but never hurts to be safe.
Then I just rode around to get a feel of the town. To relax while riding, feeling the cool wind, and forgetting about my parental problems. At the very least, it was nice. Very nice. When this town wasn't under attack by robots, it was pretty peaceful.
Soon I had knowledge of plenty of the local stores around this place, which was going to be extremely useful in the near future. And it was accomplished after a few hours of riding around and getting a nice feel for the town. To say the least, the people in this place were nice. And not complete shitbags. I knew I was going to meet a few of them, but I was enjoying the kindness of people so far.
Once I started driving back toward my neighborhood, I saw a kid and a dog wearing... clothes? Riding skateboards? This town just gets weirder and weirder. This I had to see.
I ended up stopping my bike right in front of them, but they ended up just swerving around me. I shook my head and kept going toward my house. Maybe later.
I parked my motorcycle in my driveway and put a hand on my neck before moving it around and cracking it. The satisfying cracking sounds that followed and the relieving feeling that followed was extremely satisfying.
I got a cup of water out of the kitchen and sat outside of my door with it in a relaxed stretched position, my foot crossed over my other one. Then I noticed that the same kid ended up coming back toward my direction.
"What's with the dog?!" I exclaimed at him. He slowed down to a more cruising speed and faced me.
"He's not a dog," the boy told me. The dog pointed to his head before speaking.
"I have a rare hair disorder," he said, making my eyes widen.
"A DNA experiment extracting the DNA of humans and giving it to your pet? That's far from an easy experiment to do. I'm impressed," I said.
"He's not a dog," the boy assured me.
"Right. Sure. Look, you're not fooling me. I know a dog when I see one. The long ears and the tail protruding out from under his pants leg is a pretty good indicator. So stop wasting my time and yours," I told him, taking another casual sip of water. I learned how to command authority just by standing and looking a certain way. Only, I didn't know this kid was the type to defy all types of authority.
"Yeah, you must've hit your head way too hard. Laters!" he said, speeding off with his dog. I ran into my house and grabbed my sniper before climbing the roof of my house. Looking through the scope of my rifle, I could see that he halted at the 10th house down the street from me. Then that's where I was gonna stop. I hoped he wasn't like me and he didn't have his parents. I wouldn't wish my existence on anyone.
I left my handmade rifle back at my house and locked my house down before getting on my bike and driving off towards the house he stopped at. I got off my bike and walked in front of the door and knocked on it. A man who looked strikingly like the boy answered the door, which answered my question.
"Yes? Can I help you?" the man asked.
"Yes, I'm led to believe you have a young inventor here?" I asked.
"My daughters are. Who are you?" he asked me.
"Morgan. Robert Morgan. My father owns a prominent business worth trillions. I'm curious about your daughters' work, and I would like to see it for myself. May I come in?" I lied smoothly.
"Remember, there's no limit to what you have to do to get what you want and need. That's one of the keys to success. Lie, cheat, do what you have to do," my father told me. And it was actually sound advice.
The man nodded and stood aside to let me in. I walked in and looked around their house. It was definitely a middle class lifestyle, which meant they made a fair amount of money. The lab they had definitely wasn't cheap for an experiment like that, so this meant that they're richer than this house shows.
"They're upstairs. Find a metal door and knock on it. They're in there," the man told me.
"Thank you for the information," I said, heading up the stairs and looking for this metal door that he mentioned. I saw one of those reliable, but outdated blast proof doors with a technological control panel next to it. This had to be it.
I knocked on the door and I heard two voices automatically say, "Go away Johnny."
"Who's Johnny? Whoever it is, it is definitely not me," I told them.
"Who are you?" they both asked again. Sounded like they were twins.
"Robert Morgan," I said.
"Go away Eugene," they both said at the same time. At that, I had to make a face of disgust.
"Eugene Hamilton? To compare me to that overstuffed idiot, that's just plain degrading," I said with a distasteful tone. After a few moments, the lab door opened.
"Ok, I know for a fact Eugene wouldn't say that about himself if he was in disguise. Ok, if you really are Robert Morgan, what are you doing here?" the twin with straight hair asked me.
"My father," I said the word with absolute sarcasm in my voice. "said a school called The Mega Institute of Technology was one of the best schools they had to offer. And of course, I have to have the best to become the best."
"Well, that's the school we go to," the twin with long curly hair said. Her voice was softer, which made my body relax a little. "We could show you around." I smiled.
"I would like that. Glad to see the people here aren't absolute douchebags or idiots," I said in a polite tone.
"You haven't seen anything yet," the twin with straight hair said. "I'm Susan."
"I'm Mary," the twin with curly hair said.
"Well, hello. Now, I'm curious about a certain experiment of yours. Your brother's, I can assume it's your brother, dog. Now, I'm an expert when it comes to science, if you would mind me bragging, and I know that humanizing animals is an experiment that takes a lot of skill. You must be very talented in your field," I complimented them. The both of them smiled but then quickly frowned.
"How'd you figure out he was a dog?" they asked.
"Personally, the question is I don't know how everyone else hasn't figured it out already. The long ears, the tail protruding out of one of the pants legs? Plus, I have a knowledge of hair disorders, and that is DEFINITELY not one of them. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Since they obviously don't pay attention enough to notice," I told them, making them sigh in relief.
"Well, let's just say it months to plan before we even actually did anything. And we filled him with as much information as we can to be a smarter and have more common sense, while still being a perfect friend for our little brother," Mary explained, making me smile.
"That's awfully nice of you. Now, what's the catch?" I asked in a joking manner.
"We use him for human experiment trials," Susan said, making my eyes widen.
"Wait, what?! I was joking! Seriously?!" I asked, looking back and forth between the two.
"Oh..." Susan trailed, but Mary quickly answered.
"Don't worry. The experiments aren't dangerous to him. The planning is usually done beforehand and Johnny doesn't really care," she said.
"But still. That's your brother! What if something does go horribly wrong?" I asked.
"It won't. If we did our work right, which we always do when we're together, nothing unnatural will occur except what was intended. Plus, it's not like we just experiment on him willy nilly. We make stuff for him when he asks for every once in a while," Susan explained calmly. I raised an eyebrow at Susan. She didn't really impress me for a minute. As a scientist, yes. As a person with feelings? Far from it. It took her to be the type to be more like my parents, which was far from a good thing. But I decided to look around the lab in case I blurted that out.
"Reliable lab, but seemingly outdated equipment," I told them.
"Yeah, our dad is pretty precious with money. We were lucky to get this lab," Mary said.
"I can help with that," I said, but both twins shook their heads.
"No thanks. We couldn't ask you to that," they said at the same time.
"Why not? My dad sends several hundred billion dollars to my account every week, and I don't half use it. I can always use it to help out two fellow geniuses," I said with a genuine smile. Money couldn't buy me my happiness, but I could certain buy other peoples' happiness.
"Just what do you have in mind?" Susan asked me. I smiled mysteriously before gesturing my finger back and forth for them to follow me while turning around and walking out of the lab.
A/N: Think that's a good place to stop, don't ya think? We'll get involved with Johnny and Dukey next chapter. I preferred to start things of with the two scientists, considering my character is an accomplished scientist himself. Alright, next time.