"...Where am I?"

Alter awoke in a small, futuristic room. With metal walls and photos hung by tape on the opposite wall. Alter sat up and noticed that those were photos of him, with some young kid with short brown hair.

"I don't know where I am, but the waking up in an unfamliar place with my wounds tended is incredibly clique."

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening could be heard. Alter, not sure where he even was, grabbed his weapon and hid on the top bunk.

"Yo! Captain! I've got some breakfast!" The same young boy walked in, holding a bowl of bright colored cereal. "Captain? Where are you?"

The boy began looking through the room, before looking in the top bunk, to be met face-to-face with the barrel of Alter's gun. "Who are you? Where am I?"

Scared, the boy flung backwards of the ladder, spilling the cereal all over the floor. "Captian! Calm down! Its me Anom!"

"And I'm supposed to know you?"

Anom looked shocked. "Have you lost your memories or something? We've been working together for the last 3 years!"

"Well, I don't remember you at all! I don't remember anything!"

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"Wait, so you have lost your memories."

"Aparently!"

"Well, thats not good. If the council finds out your unfit for work, we both will be decomishioned."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Anom started pacing. "This is fine, this is fine. I REALLY hope you can still act."

"What are you talking about!?!"

Anom grabbed Alter. "Listen to me. If the council finds out you've lost your memories, we're both dead. They'll be calling any minute, so get ready."

"Hold on! You've told me nothing!"

A beeping noise could be heard comming from the other room. "That's them! Hurry! Let's go!" Anom forced Alter into the main room, which was decorated in numerous posters and futuristic furnature.

Anom forced Alter in front of a large screen and hit a flashing button. "Wait! I sti- Hello sirs!"

The screen displayed a group of people, blacked out so you were unable to see there features. "Good evening, Captian. How did the extermination go today? Did you encounter any trouble?"

Alter began to sweat. "Not at all! Easy job!"

"Captain, are you alright? You're sweating."

"Y-yeah! I'm fine! ACs on the fritz, but we're working on fixing it right as we speak."

"Good to hear captain. The credits for the mission have already been transfered to the account. Keep up the good work." The screen faded to black.

Alter fell to his knees and exhaled. "NOW. EXPLAIN."

Anom helped Alter back up. "Well, let me put it like this. We are officially known as the CleanUpTeam. C.U.T, we would have gone with Clean Up Crew, but that wasn't, well, you get the idea. Our job is to complete the jobs sent to us by the council."

"Exposistion machine much."

"What?"

"Nothing. Wait, I'm a skeleton. Why am I sweating?"

"Oh, thats right. You dont remember. You see you're-"

Without warning, a loud blast shook the ship.

"What the hell?!"