It was the perfect night.

The moon was held high up in the night sky, which was as clear as it had ever been. Every star shined with their most intense light, creating the perfect conditions for the best dance of his life. For once, he had traded his athletic wear for a tuxedo, which only seemed right for a date with the best woman in the world. The music was slow, with the orchestra playing their most romantic music. It couldn't get any better than this.

It was time. It had to be, right? He couldn't just let this opportunity go to waste! AS the music reached its crescendo, he leaned in for a kiss-

And was met with a mask blocking his lips. For a moment it shook him. He swore that it wasn't there! He had wanted to let it go, just for one night! But when he looked into the eyes of his lover, there was no face-just a body with a dark cloud shrouding where the head should be.

"No, no, nonononono. I was so close! WHY!" He screamed as he pulled at his hair, filled with anger and despair. He watched as the supposed woman of his dreams faded away into nothingness as the music faded away, reminding him that he was always meant to be alone. He tore the mask off of his face, and was met with the visage of a fox in the form of a mask, something he had never seen before.

And that's when the alarm went off.

Just great. Just perfect. Great way to start off the morning. Having an alarm set to Master of Puppets was sure to make any guy wake up fast. Slamming his fist on the digital alarm's snooze, he tore his sheets off and opened the windows, letting the blinding sun of California shine through. By this point most bad dreams had already left his mind, but this one really stuck in his mind. It was like a parasite, slowly weeding its way into heavy nook and crevice in his brain. What made it worse was the fact that the dream had been recurring, every night for the past week or so. It was a really depressing way to start the morning, day after day. The fox part, though. That was new. Like every morning, he stared out into the distance, until he saw a slight bright blue blip outside his window, far in the distance.

His apartment had a view of the California desert, and the blip had come from all the way in the distance, 5 miles at least. How he could see it from here, he had no clue. But if there was one thing that was sure to take his mind off of his dream, then that was it.

Keys? Check.

Wallet? Yep.

Spray Paint? Absolutely.

Mask? You got it.

Stereo? Can't live without it.

All the gear went into his satchel which he flung around his shoulder, all except for the mask. He took a look at it, with a painful memory attached, debating on if he should put it on. But deep down, he already knew his answer. As he put on his mask, the man known as Drift left his apartment, locked the door, threw his satchel on the seat of his golf cart, and drove off into the desert heat.

The sun was boring down, unrelenting with its heat. It was pretty typical for a July day, which is why Drift was wearing his most athletic and sweat-absorbent clothes. Most people would judge him for wearing long pants in this heat, but he thought they completed the look. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt, which was mostly white with gold streaks towards the neckline. The gold paired with some of his handgear that he wore almost like brass knuckles, except they wouldn't be able to tank a punch.

Out in the desert there wasn't a soul for miles around. It made for the perfect opportunity to just blast some of his music, as loud as it could go. Sometimes it was Imagine Dragons (especially Smoke and Mirrors), or sometimes it was Linkin Park. The dust was kicking up behind him as he sped along, Shots alerting all the birds flying overhead of his arrival.

By this point Drift was about 30 minutes out from his apartment, and there was still no sign of where that blip came from, or the more important question: what had caused it. It was just the same thing over and over: sand, sand, rocks, and more sand. By this point the sand was really dusting up his outfit. Anakin was right: it's coarse, rough, irritating, and it does in fact get everywhere. He was just about to give up until he saw something in the distance in front of him. It wasn't your typically shaped rock formation, but instead more rounded, with something sticking up out of it. Well, if this wasn't the mystery blip, then he was gonna call it a day. But that was not to be the case.

This "rock" wasn't a rock at all. Instead, it looked more like a weirdly shaped oval as he got closer. Within two minutes Drift had arrived, and gotten out of his cart to see the mystery, and lo and behold, he saw the most extraordinary sight.

"A damn googly-eyed burger. I drove all this way for a Burger King stunt."

There was no better way that Drift could logically explain it. What lay before him was a statue of a burger, at least two feet taller than him, if you were counting the toothpick with a green olive sticking out of the top of it. The 'googly-eyed' part came from the two bulging eyes coming from sides of the top bun, and he hadn't even noticed the long tongue sticking out under the top bun. Maybe it was promoting a Happy Meal competitor? There was no way to be sure. In any case, it was picture worthy. Maybe he could sell it to McDonald's for a reward? Nah, stupid idea. But a funny one. He couldn't help but notice though, as he took out his phone to take a picture, the lack of notifications, save for an alert telling him the phone would update overnight. It was disheartening. No real friends checking in; no one he could even call that, in fact. No brother, no sister, not even a boss telling him he was needed for a shift. Nothing.

He shook his head as Numb pierced through his self-pity, making him regain his thoughts. If this was a promotional stunt, it'd be pretty nice to leave a personalized tag for whoever would see it. That's what the spray paint was for. He was planning on using it for some of the bigger rocks around, but this would work out a lot better. The visage of the fox mask was still haunting his mind, so it might be best to try and visualize it. With that, he sprayed the first white paint onto the long tongue of the burger.

It was a mixture of white, pink, gold and black. First, he made the thin eyes of the fox mask, then moved on to the mouth, and then shaped the horns sprouting from the top. The pink made slight streaks towards the top, with the gold being weaved into patterns around the eyes. By the end, it looked like a perfect representation of what he had seen. He stared at it, hoping to try and figure out just why it had appeared to him. Honestly, there was no answer that he would ever be able to think of that would make any sense. That was when the burger started to crackle.

It started with a small flicker of blue lightning. Hardly noticeable under the light of the desert sun, but the lightning kept streaking, bouncing around the burger faster and faster. All Drift could do was stand and watch, more confused than anything else. It kept gaining speed faster and faster, and Drift was so mesmerized by it that he didn't even notice the glow coming from behind him. Within the blink of an eye, a rift opened up behind Drift, and enveloped him and the burger completely, before shutting and disappearing completely, leaving nothing but a golf cart and Linkin Park behind.

To Be Continued in Chapter 1 Season 5-Worlds Collide, Part 1