A news report is seen, well, reporting, no shit. They are reporting on a new rocket ship launch plan, for traveling to other universes… Astronauts are seen getting on the ship, and amongst them, one child, sneaking onto the ship… The kid looks around, impressed by the technology. However, the doors of the ship closed behind him, trapping him in, as an added weight that was never calculated for… the rocket launches, and it isn’t long before someone sees the boy.

Astronaut: Hey! Who are you, kid?

Kid: Oh, me? I’m Terrence.

Astronaut: And what are you doing here?

Terrence: Um… I snuck in…

Astronaut: Of fuckin’ course. Well kid, you wanted to see space? Well guess what? We don’t have the O2 to support us all.

Terrence: I… oh.

Astronaut: Yeah. You’re just lucky that nothing’s going horribly wrong…

(An asteroid hits the side of the ship, making a hole.)

Astronaut: Shit…

(Oxygen as well as other objects begin to get sucked out of the ship. Terrence starts to lose conscience… and everything goes black.

50 years later, 2019. Terrence somehow lived, even after this amount of time, under the name Clone Master. He’s seen commanding the now planet sized ship, and an army of clones he created. The most powerful of his army, the line of E1-1 through E1-19, stay in the main part of the ship, armored up as they are required to be. Clone Master is watching the armored E1-20, his most powerful in the line by a long shot, float in a test tube, until his right-hand, E1-18, walks up to him.

E1-18: Boss, we’ve got a problem. Asteroids are attacking the ship, as we enter the asteroid belt. And our army is struggling to fire the cannons fast enough to deal with it.

Clone Master: Just turn on the shields.

E1-18: 13 spilled his coffee on the shield button, the whole thing is fried.

Clone Master: Damnit… fine. I’ll check on this, but hurry up, I need to make this thing obey commands, and that takes time.

(They both walk off… asteroids begin to shake the room, making E1-20 bang on his tube until it breaks.)

E1-20: Ugh… what… where am I?

(He gets up, walking around the area… He sees weapons, war posters, even his own blueprints, and it doesn’t take him long to find out that he’s being used as a weapon for war.)

E1-20: Oh hell no! I’m getting outta here!

(He gets stopped by E1-12.)

12: And what do you think you’re doing? 

20: Oh, Um… Hey look, a promotion! (Points behind 12)

12: (Looks back) WHERE!?

(20 activates laser claws, a weapon Clone Master built into him, and stabs through 12. 12 collapses.)

20: Eh, They’ll repair um, right? (He rushes through, blitzing through everyone in his way, Killing most other E1- units. At some point he stops, hearing someone crying behind a desk in the room before the escape pods. 20 looks to see E1-18. Instinctually, he pulls out the claws, but stops after seeing they are crying.)

20: …Why are you trying to hide? Everyone else tried to fight me.

18: You… you're killing innocent personnel without reason… The evil one here is Boss, not them. They just follow orders… please… stop…

20:... Wait, what? (An alarm goes off. 20 listens to 18 and doesn’t attack the rest of the people. But when he reaches the escape pods, he’s stopped by E1-19)

19: Not so fast, are ya?

20: Just… let… me… (Clone Master walks up.)

CM: Well done. Both of you, really. I’m impressed. You killed half the army… And now… you die. 19! Dropkick this fucker to space!

19: Aw Hell yeah! (Grabs 20 by the neck and dropkicks them off the ship… 20 falls to Earth, landing at a school, conveniently as it was opening for the day. The person unlocking the door looks at him)

TPUtD: Early today, huh?

20: Where… where am I?

TPUtD: Welcome to The City. The most city ever.

20: What… What does that even mean?

TPUtD: Yep!

(20 looks confused.)

20: I-

TPUtD: Is your name Bryson? (Pulls out a random old lanyard, with the name Bryson on it.)

20: Um… N-

TPUtD: This is all I got, so it is now! I’m The Person Unlocking the Door. Nice to meet you, strange child that came from the sky…

Bryson: Is that your name or title?

TPUtD: Both… (His voice suddenly deepens) My parents hated me…

Bryson: O… kay…

TPUtD: (Unlocks the door) There we are. Get in, me and my brother are going to the movies.

Bryson: And what’s his name?

TPUtD: Footstool, the only logical thing to name a kid. (He drives  off.)

Bryson: …Welp, okay then. (He walks into the school building… and does school shit for about 3 hours.)

Suddenly, Bryson’s name is called over the intercom.

Intercom: Bryson Blevins, please come to the office, you're leaving early.

Bryson: Huh? What’s this about?

(He walks over to the office to see the person at the front desk and a 6’1 man with a military haircut. He seems no older than twenty.)

Desk Person: I take it this is your dad?

Bryson: Uh-huh. Yep. Not a kidnapper.

???: Yep. I’m Arthur. Nice to meet you. (Looks at Bryson) Well kiddo, time to get you to your “Doctor’s Visit”...

Bryson:... ‘Aight... Bet…

(Bryson and the mystery person walk out. Bryson points in his face)

Bryson: Who the hell are you, and are you working for Clone Master!?

???: No. I saw a child fall from the sky, and knew something was up.

Bryson: Ok, but who are you?

???: I’m King Arthur Clone model 3. Nice to-

Bryson: A clone!? Ah hell no, we throwin’ hands! 

(He lunges at KAC, who dodges and pulls out a sword. Gee, I wonder which one. He swings at Bryson, who is sent back, but unharmed. Bryson keeps trying to hit him, but fails miserably.)

KAC: Kid, I’m here because I saw potential in you. And believe it or not, you're not the first note-worthy one I’ve seen. See, I have a sister, and she plans to kill a lot of people, and-

Bryson: Oh yeah, well I’m an android, and my maker wants to war the planet! You aren’t special, Cassey.

KAC: What did you…? Actually, It’s fine. But, listen. We need each other. And I’m forming a little team of powerful potential heroes… And you could-

Bryson: Hero? Me? Why?

KAC: Because you're special.

Bryson: So’s Tony.

Tony: I EAT PIGEONS!

Bryson: I’m sure you do! (Looks back at KAC) But why me, over someone more qualified. Hey, if you’re looking for heroes, there’s always Japan!

KAC: I saw you, in need of a mentor. You’re lost. Confused. Afrai-

Bryson: I fear nothing you jackass!

KAC: Calm yourself boy, I’m just trying to talk civilly. Now… care to join?

Bryson: I don’t know…

KAC: You can live at the base, rent free.

Bryson: Hero time, let’s do this!

KAC: That’s the spirit. Now follow me.

(They walk for a bit.)

KAC: So… I assume you wanna know my story.

Bryson: I could care less.

KAC: Are you always this irritable?

Bryson: No, I basically got hit with a drop from heaven to hell.

KAC: Welp, that’ll do it… (They end up at a lemon tree.)

Bryson: I don’t get it…

KAC: It’s a coverup. (He finds a handle in the grass, lifting the tree and ground below it, revealing the entry to the base.)

Bryson: Woah…

KAC: Come now… down here. (He jumps down, Bryson follows. It’s a high tech place, clearly. KAC has Bryson sit on a couch as he’s on a rocking chair.) Now… my story. I was a clone made by-

Bryson: Oh just show me the flashback, our writer’s incompetent.

KAC: Wait, what?

Bryson: Think about it… really hard…

(In a flashback, KAC is seen coming out of a test tube. He’s greeted by his scientist.)

Scientist: Why hello there. Welcome.

KAC: Where am I? Who Are you?

Scientist: (Puts his hands up) Now now… See you're a clone. Of the legendary King Arthur. You were made to be used in combat. I have a task before any of that, though.

KAC: And that would be?

(KAC is seen with a shirt that says “I like pizza.” He orders a Chicago style pizza, and starts to walk back to the lab, being taught how to blend in… he does this for a while… until…)

KAC: The lab… was burned. He died. And with it… a part of me…

Bryson: Ooh, Arson!

KAC: Man, you really don’t care do you… but, you were literally born, like, today.

Bryson: Hey!

KAC: (Chuckles.)... Wanna see the rest of the team?

Bryson: Sure, why not?

KAC: Everyone, get down here!... That means you too, Diedice.

(A girl in a blue shirt and jeans, A boy made of slime, and a Flaming Werewolf about the size and build of an average teen with a black hoodie and pants, walk out to the area. The girl walks up to Bryson)

Girl: Hi! I’m Anna, nice to meet you.

Bryson: I’m Bryson. It’s… I’m meeting you.

Slime dude: Sup…

Bryson: That’s… it?

Slime dude: I mean, I’m Grayson? Bout it. I turn into stuff, the chick controls elements, though she’s just a healer, and Diedice does fire… and guns.

Diedice: Oh look, a new fucker. Look at you go KAC, you kidnapped another kid.

KAC: Don’t wanna hear it, former assassin.

Diedice: Former me ass. I still do it. Just don’t get many calls now that it’s not BC anymore.

KAC: And that means?...

Diedice: Don’t worry about it.

KAC: Hm… Anyways, Bryson, welcome to the group… So… right now we need to decide a leader, and a name. And I say-

Diedice: Democracy. We Aren't British, dumbass…

KAC:... Right… Diedice is off the table.

Diedice: What, too violent?

KAC: You break every commandment of the Bible for fun.

Diedice: Fair. And who actually wants you?

KAC: Oh, I’m sure- (Nobody raises hand for KAC.) Ah… wait, A ki? We’re letting a kid lead?

Grayson: Not me, I can’t be bothered

Anna: Or me…

Bryson: I’ll do it!

KAC: …We just met you.

Bryson: Well… true. But nobody likes you, and Diedice… seems too rough.

Diedice: Not my fault the others are pussies.

Bryson: …So yeah, why not?

KAC:...Fine. Now we need a name…

Bryson: Mighty… Minies?

Diedice: That’s not a word, but… sure. Whatever.

KAC: It’s a name alright…

Bryson: Great. I- (An alert about Clone Master appears on a supercomputer here.) …Have a plan…

(THE END… Yeah, It’s bad writing but I’m 13, did you expect the next Hobbit?)