To the people that took their valuable time to read the first chapter/prologue, here it is! Chapter 1 (or 2)!
The sound of digital spaceships firing digital lasers fill the messy room of Zak Saturday. He and his "brother", a gorilla/ cat like creature called the Fiskerton Phantom, Fisk for short, sit Indian style on the floor and play a new game that Zak recently got with his allowance money.
"I've got you now." Zak says is Fisk's ship flies straight in front of his. Just as he's about to fire the kill shot, his room door slides open.
"Zak, I thought I told you earlier to clean this mess up." his mother, Drew Saturday, says as she leans against the door frame.
"I did!" Zak retorts as he takes his eyes off the screen and looks at his mom. Fisk uses this distraction to get out of Zak's firing range and turns around so Zak is in his.
"Really? This is your definition of clean?" Drew says.
"Look, mom, I'll do it after I win this game." Zak replies. Suddenly an explosion comes from the TV followed by the sound of a digital voice saying "You won!" over and over again.
"Woo hoo!" Fisk yells as he raises his arms in victory.
"What!" Zak says as he turns and looks at the TV.
"Looks like your game is over." Drew walks towards the TV and unplugs it. She then grabs the gaming console and the controls. "Sorry bud, but you're not getting this back till after your room is spotless."
"Fine." Zak sighs. "Come on Fisk. Half of this mess is yours anyway." He picks up a patch of fur that was on the floor.
"No, Fiskerton is coming with me. I need some help in the green house. Doyle is watching TV in the living area, your father is working on who knows what in the lab, and I wouldn't even ask Zon or Komodo."
Fisk happily walks over to Drew. He teases Zak by waving goodbye with a smile on his face before leaving with her.
After an hour of non-stop cleaning, Zak was finally able to make his room spotless enough for his mother's liking and was able to get his games back.
"Finally!" Zak says as he and Fisk sit down for another round of the game they played an hour before. "This time there will be no interruptions and I will finally beat you!"
"Dermajurzur." Fisk says.
"I'm not jinxing it Fisk. There is no such thing as jinxing." Zak explains as he presses the play button.
After ten minutes of dodging Fisk's lasers, Zak finally gains a good view of his ship. He quietly laughs evily to himself as he moves closer to Fisk's aircraft. Zak is about to press the fire button when all of a sudden...
"Zak!" his father's voice blasts through the intercom which causes Zak to nearly jump out of his seating position.
"Get to the lab immediately!" he says.
Zak sighs as he pauses his game. "I'll be right back. What ever you do, don't hit play." he warns. Fisk gives a thumbs up in reply.
After Zak leaves, Fisk waits a few seconds before pressing play on the game controller. A few seconds later, the sound of an explosion followed by the same digital voice saying "You won." comes from the TV. Fisk won again.
Zak hesitated as he stood outside the door of the lab. He wondered what he possibly could've done this time to get his father so angry. He took a deep breath and pressed the button to open the door.
"Yes Dad?" he said as innocently as possible. His father, Solomon Saturday, Doc as everyone calls him,was hunched over a microscope looking at DNA of the latest cryptid they've saved.
"Do you mind getting me some water? I'm so close to finding another lead to kur. Maybe we'll finally catch up to Argost." he says.
"Wait, so you're not angry at me for breaking the cortex disruptor?" Zak asks.
"What?" Doc snaps.
"Oh, you wanted water, right? Okay, coming right up!" Zak laughs it off and walks over to talk the elevator to the kitchen.
"Zak do this, Zak do that. It's like I'm there little slave." Zak mumbles to himself as he pours water into a glass for his dad. "Can't I relax and do something that I want to do for once?"
"Oh, hey little man." Doyle says as he walks into the kitchen.
"Doyle please, get me out of here. It can be for training or what ever deadly thing you're gonna make me do. Just please get me out!" Zak pleads.
"Eh, I'm lazy." Doyle replies. Zak slumps his shoulders and sighs. "Uh can you get me some chips or something? I'm starving." Doyle says.
"Gahh! Are you serious?" Zak exclaims and storms out of the room.
"Uh, I guess I'll get it myself." Doyle says. He walks over to the counter and takes a sip of the water that was meant for Doc while looking at the many cabinets that might have chips stashed in one of them.
I know, this chapter was a little boring but it gets more interesting from here. Also, I don't really know the orginization of the Saturday house. At least I tried my best!