January 20, 2017

As President Obama walked Donald through the White House he couldn’t help but feel frustrated. The office has passed to a man that is following close beside him, wearing an orange skull Halloween mask.

“You know, Donald…” Obama began.

“Orangeskull, I go by Orangeskull now,” The man beside him stated flatly.

“O-o-o-kay. Are you really going to go by Orangeskull?”

“Yes. It’s powerful. It’s a powerful name. It inspires fear, dread, and respect. People respect me for wearing this mask. It’s the greatest move anyone has ever made coming into office, you know it. You just want me to take it off and go by my old name because you’re scared of the power I have,”

“Ahh,” Barrack said flatly. He couldn’t believe the American people had elected such an absolute buffoon. Was this man serious? He’s planning to go through his presidency looking like that? No one is going to take him seriously. “Here we are. The oval office,”

“What a shithole. Seriously? It looks better on TV. This is the seat of power, here? What a dump,” Orangeskull began and moved to the seat behind the desk. “This chair needs to go, it’s really uncomfortable,”

“Well you can have whatever seat you want, you just have to order it,”

“Like a throne? I could get a throne?” Orangeskull asked excitedly.

Barrack moved to the seat and pulled out the folder given to each president on their first day, without acknowledging the man’s absurd question. He set the folder on the desk and began his rehearsed speech to the new… president.

“Don… I mean, Orange, this is a file that…” Barack began.

“No. It’s Orangeskull, you have to say the whole thing,” Orangeskull interrupted.

“Well, Orangeskull this is a file that has been given to each president when they first enter office. It holds our nation’s greatest secrets, the advice the previous president has left for the next, and what the overall plan they had while they were in office was. This file is...”

“Wow. That looks really thick. Did you add to it?” The new president asked.

“Of course, just as you will be adding something in for the person who takes office next.”

Orangeskull lifted the file up and flipped through it. There were almost no pictures.

“That’s nice,” He said and unceremoniously moved the file to the drawer again. “I’ll read it later.” Orangeskull said with disinterest thick in his words.

“I see. Well, shall we continue the tour?” President Obama asked.

“No, no. I think I can figure this out from here. If I need anything I will just ask the staff,” Orangeskull said while standing from the desk and walking across the room to the door. “You just enjoy your time off, I got things from here,” He finished as he walked the other man out and shut the door behind him.

The new president went to the couch and plopped himself down. The remote to the TV was on the table beside the couch and Orangeskull wasted no time in turning it on, or at least he tried to. He repeatedly pushed the power button but found the television unresponsive.

“Does anything work around here?” He asked the empty room.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and called his vice president. The phone rang once before Pence picked up.

“Good morning Mr. President.” The man answered in a chipper tone.

“This place is a shithole. The TV in the oval office doesn’t work. I need someone to get a replacement ASAP,”

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“The TV?” Pence clarified.

“Yeah, this TV doesn’t work Mike, get a new one up here right away,”

“Yes sir. I’ll get right on that,”

“And make the next one bigger than this one. This is a peasant set, I want one made for a president,” Orangeskull demanded.

“Yes sir! I will get a new set in right away,”

“And bigger than this set. Make sure it’s bigger than this set,”

“Yes sir,” Pence groveled.

Orangeskull hung up and opened his Twitter account.

He posted, “January 20th 2017, will be remembered as the day the people became the rulers of this nation again.” And started flipping through the Fox and Friends account. They always have nice things to say about him. Soon there was a knock at the door and a young man walked into the room without permission. “Mr. President?” He asked into the room.

“Is my new TV here?” Orangeskull asked, annoyed by the complete incompetence of everyone around him.

“Umm, no sir. We are just checking your remote control, it seems the Obama administration took all the batteries from the remotes, keyboards and mice, I have a fresh set for your controller if you need,”

“Fine, fine,” Orangeskull replied and handed the gopher the remote. “But I still want a bigger TV in here today. Take measurements of this one and go get me one that’s bigger,” He said, snatching the remote from the intern’s hand as it was being handed to him.

He turned on the set and started flipping through the channels coming to rest on Channel 5 Fox. He smiled wide and settled in for an ego boosting hour or two.

The man finally decided to acknowledge the file he was given by his predecessor, the same file given to all presidents on their first entry into the oval office. Within this file were the nation's most guarded secrets as well as plans that each of the previous presidents have followed to keep the nation running as smoothly as possible. Orangeskull was not the reading type. Instead of reading the thick and well prepared contents within, he tossed it aside to skim later.

During his third meal from McDonald’s at the desk in the oval office, Orangeskull began leafing through the hallowed document. He immediately discarded the contents of the file that were added by the previous holder of the office. He did not believe that a black man had anything at all beneficial to add to the office and it was actually his goal to do everything in his power to reverse the other man’s legacy, so there was no reason to familiarize himself with what Obama had done during his time there.

As he flipped through the file he stopped at the presidency of the two Bush and the Reagan presidencies. Though none of these men added much that was consequential to the document, their time in office is praised throughout Orangeskull’s party as a time of plenty for his people. While thumbing through these pages he came across mentions of extraterrestrial people on Earth.

“What the hell?” He said to the empty room and put down his Big Mac and lifted the document from the desk to give it his full focus, while also smearing special sauce from the burger across the side of one of these historical pages.

The document went on to explain that there has been a steady stream of UFO crash landings since the early 20th century all throughout the world. Some of these ships have had living crew onboard when they were located, and others the crew had been killed before or in the crash, or had died shortly after. There was noted to be a military base in which the alien visitors were housed and studied while attempts to get these visitor's back to their home planet continued.

Orangeskull returned to the file and started searching for any materials all throughout in regards to the alien threat to Earth.

Every president since Taft has left something within the document about the threat to one degree or another. When Orangeskull finally took up the portion of the file that his predecessor had written, he found that there had been volumes on stealth craft that have been distracting and studying military aircraft for the last ten years! Ten years these aliens have been studying Earth’s weaknesses and nothing has been done to stop them!

That was it. It was now his time to shine. Orangeskull understood what his presidency was going to be remembered for; he will be remembered for saving the human race from alien attack! Barry couldn’t do it. He didn’t have the balls. No. Orangeskull would start a military arm of the space program and he would call it, “Space Force.” He declared to the empty office.

He needed to secure the borders, after all these aliens could look like us. If we closed the borders it would be harder for them to invade. With an alien attack so close, he would need to put America first and foremost before all other nations of the world. We will need to protect and serve ourselves, that is the only way we will survive.

Frantically he shuffled through the papers of the file and began calling other leaders throughout the world and alerting them to this threat. He needed to find allies to hold defense of the world against these alien beings!

The news was old with everyone that he contacted. "How are they so calm?!" He thought.

His world feels like it’s slipping through his fingers even though all of this has been happening for decades before this and nothing too extreme has come from these alien threats in all of that time. Invisible ships observing his airforce while flying around? No. That has to be a sign of something else coming shortly. It’s an invasion!