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Tommy groaned, crawling out of bed to slam his hand down on the alarm. He blinked the sleep away, gaze drifting to his calendar. Sighing, he squinted, trying to make sense of the messily written reminders.
Today was the day he would prove himself to the masses. Today was the day he would show the world what he was made of. Today was one of the most important days of his life.
He threw on his cheaply made trenchcoat and fastened a top hat to his head. It left an unbearable itch on his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. Tommy stared at himself through the mirror, feeling his skin buzz with anticipation.
He took a deep breath, imagining the universe shifting beneath him.
"I am Tommy Innes, the greatest magician to ever grace the earth." With those last words of affirmation, he stepped out of his home and into the busy streets of London.
"Today, I'll be making history."
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"Philza, you must be joking." Grey claws tapped against the edge of the control panel, scratching the surface of the metal-like material.
"Wilbur, my hands are tied. You two have been ordered by our superiors to conduct research there." Another unearthly creature replied, "We can't go against it."
"You're sending us to a death planet! You're sending us to our dooms!"
"I know, but it's either this or being thrown out into space."
The taloned creature's tail twitched, "That place is crawling with Terrans."
"I know."
"I can't believe you're allowing this to happen."
"Wilbur, let's just go." A pink hand clasped his scaled shoulders.
"Wha- Techno, you can't be serious." Wilbur whipped his head around to see the pinkette striding towards the space pod. "Techno!" He called out, exasperated.
Realising he was ignored, The scaled being stumbled after him trying to persuade him to stop.
"Wil, I don't know about you, but I would rather not become a piece of space junk." Techno contorted his face into a scowl, "My reputation is already in shambles."
The pink creature slid into the pod, staring at the other expectantly. "Are you coming or not?"
Wilbur remained silent as he slowly joined the pinkette in the pod. "I'm glad you decided to join. It would've been incredibly awkward if you left to go yell at Phil again." Techno droned, pressing the buttons on the spacecraft, "It's not his fault, y'know? He can't go against the council's wishes."
The grey creature continued to remain silent, seemingly deep in thought. After another quiet moment, Wilbur finally spoke. "Do you think the Terrans could be friendly?"
Techno only gave him the blankest stare he could muster before turning back to the buttons. "If you get your face mauled off, I'm laughing at you."
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Bright colours of reds and greens flashed as automated sounds screeched wildly. Panicked reassurances and pained expressions were drowned with the sound. Whirlwinds of chaos spread throughout the pod as it continued to spin out of control.
A loud thump reverberated throughout the space turning everything to silence.
"Wilbur?" Techno spoke after a moment, "Are you ok?"
The older winced, "Yeah."
An emergency crash landing was not what the two were expecting. It jeopardised the original plan and severely decreased their survival rate.
The original plan was simple, observe Terra's native habitants from afar, watching from the sky. But now that the engines were busted, they had no choice but to conduct their investigations in closer quarters.
"How long do you think it'll take for the ship to repair itself?" Wilbur asked, nervously brushing his claws against the frayed wires.
"I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure." The pinkette pinched his nose bridge, "Probably around fifteen-ish cycles."
"Fifteen?!"
Techno shrugged, "It could be worse. At least the translation and cloaking devices are working." He passed two of the four devices to Wilbur, "C'mon, let's get this over with."
The pair clipped on the technology, causing a wave of nausea. Their appearances shifted, changing to something more 'Terran-like'.
Wilbur looked up at the younger, snorting in disbelief, "You-" He wheezed, "You look so dumb."
"I don't appreciate bullying, Wilbur." Techno glared back, examing the other's changed features as well.
"It's not bullying if I'm only stating facts, dear brother."
"I wish they ejected you." The pinkette groaned, turning away to pry the emergency hatch open.
The hatch creaked open, letting droplets of rain in before the pinkette quickly slammed it shut.
"What the hell was that?!"
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After a while and with some reluctance, the two exited the spacecraft and entered the wet streets of London.
The area was densely populated by Terrans, "We're going to die," Wilbur whispered, clinging to the pinkette as they brushed past a mob. "This is the end."
The two continued to walk until Wilbur stole a glance at his reflection in the window. "Why is my hair brown? Are you kidding me?!" His sudden shout drew the attention of many confused pedestrians.
What felt like hundreds of eyes locked onto him, ready to murder him at any moment.
Time froze as Techno grabbed his arm and fled. "Keep your voice down. You could've been killed." Wilbur was too scared to reply. He could only weakly nod his head, breathing roughly.
He almost died.
Ignoring the previous mishap, they ventured deeper into the city. The further the brothers walked, the harder it was to stop the glittering lights from capturing their attention. It created a dream-like atmosphere in contrast to the bleak outskirts of the city.
Everything was enrapturing. Built to capture one's attention, entice one to look, to feel. Nothing wasn't deliberate. Nothing wasn't without cause.
And Wilbur and Techno were both mesmerised.
When a crowd started to form ahead, curiosity got the better of them. The two aliens joined the crowd, gently moving towards the centre, careful to avoid touching anyone.
Once they reached the centre, Techno gaped, eyes wide as saucers.
It was God.