Part 2: Meteorites, Space Bees, and Really Pissy Crows
Part 1: Meteorites, Space Bees, and Really Pissy Crows

Hi. My name's Ness. You probably don't know who I am or anything about what happened last year. Nobody does, really. But, if you've got a little time to spare, I can tell you. It's a pretty...interesting story. You might want to get something to drink, or a chair or something.

...You ready? Alright. It started when I was about 12.

This is my hometown, Onett. Your average little suburb in your average little state in America.

At the time, I hated Onett. Everything in that town is either boring or dangerous. You had the local hooligans, the Sharks, who would dress up in black leotards and chase you down on skateboards if you came anywhere near the arcade. Not that Onett's arcade was really that great to begin with.

As far as Onett was from anything interesting, my house was just as far from Onett itself. To make matters worse, every other week or so, the road leading to town was closed by the police. Onett has been in record books for most roads closed, that's how boring this town is.


It was the middle of the summer. Around ten-thirty at night. I was asleep when the whole thing started. I woke up to the loudest crash I'd ever heard.

I peeked out my bedroom window. Police lights were flashing all around. Something was glowing at the top of the hill behind my house.


My mom was still up, watching some late-night talk show or something. She was staring out the window looking fretful.




I got dressed and headed outside. So what was a little sleep?

Outside, my neighbors had already gathered around, looking up at the hilltop. Of course, the police had blocked off the area but I wasn't going to let a little thing like that get in my way.

Climbing up the hill, I overheard one of the cops talking into a radio.


Halfway up the hill I had to pass by that creepy old man's place. They said he used to be a treasure hunter of some kind. These days he just sat on his porch eating garlic, spitting into old tin cans, and trying to make friends with the local kids.


At this point I was glad the police were nearby...

Then, there it was. A decent view of the meteorite. Too bad, the cops had the area blocked off and there were too many of them to sneak past.
I was about to leave when I noticed Pokey standing there.




Pokey was NOBODY's friend. Pokey was just mean, and gross, and a whole lot of other bad stuff I can't even list. He was also my next-door neighbor. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see him sucking up to the cops.





So this was a bust after all. I set off home.



Another loud noise woke me up. Someone was pounding on our door.

Even my sister Tracy was up.

I had a sinking feeling before I even touched the knob...

Yeah. It was Pokey.





Then he gave me this chilling stare and nodded his head slowly. Something wasn't right here. Was Pokey...threatening me? I looked at him. He had one grubby, fat hand in his pocket. He couldn't be serious...could he?


You son of a bitch. Fine. I'll play along, you psychopath. Anything to get you out of my house.


Don't ask me about the dog's name by the way. My sister named him, and, well, it's never really made sense to me.

If I was going to go out, alone, in the middle of the night with Pokey, I wasn't going empty-handed.

Come on, boy. Things might get rough out there.


At that point, I was resigned to getting stabbed in the back. I was reaching for the doorknob, when suddenly...


The phone started ringing.

Dad was a real hard worker. He was always away on business, and we hardly ever saw him. Honestly, I could never get a straight answer from my Mom what he did.

He always talked like this. I think he was trying to overcompensate for never being around.

He also kept us all pretty well supplied with cash. In my case, this was just more for the Sharks to steal after stuffing me into a Dumpster somewhere. I held the phone close to my ear, but I could see Pokey's ears pricking up at the mention of money. Just what he needed, I thought, another excuse to leave me for dead in the woods somewhere.

Finally, we left. We hadn't even got very far when a low hissing sound stopped us in our tracks. Peering through the pickets in the fence, I could see a giant green snake just past our front yard.




Crap.

Well, good thing I brought this bat at least. I swung my bat at it, yelling. Usually animals would run away at this point, but something about this snake was different. Its' eyes were shiny, almost glowing, and it hissed angrily.





Pokey, of course, was just standing there the whole time. At this point, I was confused as hell. A big, angry snake had just tried to kill me not five feet from my home. What in the world was going on here?

Patting Otoro on the head, I continued up the hill to where the meteorite was. Sure enough, the cops were gone. At least I might be able to get a good look at the meteorite. Halfway up the hill, we encountered a stray dog. Otoro growled at it.



I looked at the dog. It had the same wild, glowing eyes the snake had.

Pokey, you useless sack of-

I closed my eyes and swung my bat. I felt it connect with something and heard a confused yelp.
That did it. Between me hitting it and Otoro's relentless barking, the dog gave up and took off into the darkness. Before I could even take a step, however -

Otoro was barking and leaping up into the air at it. I was flailing my bat around wildly, my hand over my face. Rabies. These animals have got to be rabid and if they scratch me, I'm gonna catch it too-oh crap-
The bird flew off a few feet and suddenly dive bombed back at me. I was ready for it now. Priming my bat, I swung with everything I had, hitting the sleek black crow dead center. If it had been a baseball, it would have flown back across second base and into the stands. As it was, the bird sailed off a few feet, black feathers in a cloud in the air, and landed on the ground, its' neck twisted at an impossible angle. Breathing heavily, I wiped a small trickle of blood off my bat.


You fat, slimy creep...But, unlike his brother, Picky was a nice kid, and I didn't feel right at all just leaving him out here with these insane animals.

Not to mention this guy. Feeling a little sick, I said a silent prayer that Picky wasn't already locked in a walk-in fridge somewhere in his basement.

There he was! Next to the meteor. The cops had left the place unguarded, and we walked right through their blockade. Tiny fires smoldered on the grass here and there, around the oddly glowing meteorite. Suddenly I wondered if this might have anything to do with the animals acting the way they did.


Something spooked Otoro pretty bad and he ran for home. I didn't see any more crows or snakes lurking nearby, so who knows. Dogs are strange like that.



At least I was pretty sure Pokey wouldn't try anything with his little brother around. I turned to head home, swearing to myself never to investigate loud noises after dark again.



Suddenly a beam of light sliced through the darkness.


So there was Pokey's bee. I steadied my bat, expecting another crazed attack, but then, something unexpected happened.


...oh.

Oh god, one of those animals did get me, and I'm hallucinating now.


That's great. None of this is real anyway, so can I be Batman too, as long as we're talking to bees from the future?





Buzz Buzz the future bee! I never thought I'd die of rabies at such a young age. Maybe I'll wake up and this whole thing will have been a bad dream. No Pokey. No meteor. No vicious animals. No bees from the future. No hallucinations. I looked myself over. I was unhurt. No scratches, or bites, or anything. Suddenly I was brought back to reality by an extremely annoying voice...


I hope not, Pokey.


NO. WAY.
Surprisingly, we made it back to our houses without incident. The whole way I did my best to pretend I didn't hear the faint buzzing as the imaginary bee circled over my head. Suddenly an ear-splitting noise pierced the night. There was a blinding flash of light and then...


Wh-what? I looked at Pokey and Picky. They were both staring dead-on at the weird, silver thing with shock on their faces. So....I wasn't imagining this?



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The Starman lay in a battered heap. Tiny fires still burned around us where his flame attacks had bounced off of Buzz Buzz's psychic shield. My bat had at least one new crack in it. This was real. This was actually happening.


So that's what happened...I didn't have rabies at all. But the downside to this was...everything the bee had said was real. Giygas was real. And somehow, I was the one who was going to stop him and save the entire world.

This was too much. I at least had to get rid of Pokey and Picky before I dealt with this, and pray that Pokey wasn't one of the other two boys that were supposed to help me defeat Giygas.

Pokey's parents were kind of intimidating. His mother, especially.




SMACK.


Me too.

He went on this speech literally every time he saw me. I don't know how much of it was true. As you can see Pokey's parents were at least as nasty as Pokey himself was.

Buzz Buzz, don't do that...

Oh crap. Oh, CRAP.
SQUISH.


Jeez. So this is what happens when you can't get a psychic shield up, huh?









And with that, the bee from the future was silent. But could it really be dawn already?
Ugh. I was exhausted. I gripped the Sound Stone and put it in my backpack. Sure enough...


The sun was up.
I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. I decided to have a nap. I would worry about this "Giant Step" tomorrow.


And that's how it started. The strangest night of my life. At the time, at least. If you want to hear more, I'll be here, but I warn you, it gets stranger from this point.
Next time: Ness gets the stuffing beat out of him! DON'T MISS IT!