Hello readers!
This is my first Skylanders and/or T-rated FanFic!
*By T-rated, I mean that I will use much less indecent language and absolutely no sexuality, but there will be a considerable amount of violence*
Just know that this will be different than the game, possible movie and any other FanFic out at the time!
Enjoy!
Xavier:
I love my friends. I only have them, which is three, so I might as well. I'm an orphan, newly adopted by the way. I moved in with Mr. James Esquire and Mrs. Rebecca Esquire about six months ago, and even though they are the nicest and most loving adult's I've ever met, it's pretty hard to make a thirteen year-old orphan love you.
My other friends are orphans, we actually met as kids in the orphanage, and we all got adopted at around the same time. It kind of sucked since we can't all spend time together at school and the orphanage.
There's Randal, who is the oddball/jokester of the group. He almost had to be relocated to a juvenile psychiatric ward because of his intense pyromania. The kid loves fire. Ironically enough, he's also studying marine biology and loves it.
Wes is the perfect blend between a naturist and a mechanic. Instead of wearing prescription glasses, he took out the lenses and replaced the ones on a pair of goggles for the prescription lenses, and Randal usually has to come to his aid, which is another way of saying "Randal throwing lighters at kids picking on Wes". Wes is something like the "Lord of the Robotics Club", while still finding time to be the "President of the Nature Club". His goal in life is to build machines to support nature. He's probably the smartest kid in our county, maybe even in the state.
Then there's Kylie. Although she is the only girl in the group, she is no doubt the toughest and strongest. The right word to describe Kylie…badass. I sometimes fear her more than I respect her. What makes her so scary is the fact that she's beaten more guys in an MMA fight than papers Randal's set alight. If I were in a street fight with Floyd Mayweather, I would have Kylie as my backup—well, more like I would hide behind a trash can while Kylie beat the crap out of him.
And the four of us are inseparable. We all get along with each other inexplicably well and we even out our flaws with our strengths. Despite being parentless, together, our lives were perfect. Maybe it was because we were like a family of our own. It kind of changed when we were adopted, but the biggest change…well…it was pretty big.