9:25 PM--In the small apartment of Matthew Langerous, Earth
"Notepad 17, 5th year. This ends the seventeenth compile of notes over these last 5 years, I can say I learned practically everything i dub important about the human race. This knowledge is valuable, at least to me." He thought to himself as he wrote one last note onto the seventeenth notepad. It was rather thick and consisted of at least 350 pages, each filled with notes based on human behavior and abnormal actions.
Matthew relaxed on his couch, it was kept surprisingly lit up in his apartment with lamps and candles. He always made sure it was bright enough for proper reading conditions, for reading was the one thing he did that might compare to his amount of writing. He had read over every note he had written a dozen times over, memorizing every sentence. For one day he had plans for using it all. He listened to a small radio he kept by his side, hearing the President's speech. Extraterrestrial life? That would be fascinating to study! Matthew imagined what could possibly be out there, aliens? Other humans? Were they different? Behavior, eating habits... Intelligence?
He flicked off his radio, standing up and walking over to a drawer. Opening the top drawer he could see the other sixteen notepads he had filled. Placing the seventeenth inside. He had come a long way, but he had a feeling this just might be the beginning. His studies would one day become something much larger. "I need to rest, i have another long day ahead of me tomorrow. Along with you." He said, closing the top drawer and opening the one below it, pulling out one of his reserve notepads with it's own pen. He kept a decent supply of these, and always slept with one in case something happened, having it clipped onto his belt. He quickly made his way through the small apartment, pushing open his bedroom door and falling into bed lazily. It was a long day, and it was time to go to sleep. He pulled the switch on his small bedside lamp, the room turning pitch black.
He closed his eyes, tired. He was certain tomorrow would be the usual, work, write, eat, sleep.
Twenty minutes later...
Matthew's eyes opened, he couldn't sleep. Maybe a warm glass of milk would make him feel better. He tried to sit up, but found himself unable to move. He struggled for a moment, unsure of what was happening.
"Mental note, what is this? I can't move my body... It's terrifying... Yet at the same time interesting. My limbs are out of my control... Yet my eyes are under my control-" His train of thought was cut off when his chest felt like it was being tugged at by a grizzly bear. He would've gasped out of pain if his mouth could be opened. His eyes narrowed. "What is happening?" He thought to himself curiously, cringing. He couldn't open his mouth to scream, or call for help. He was stuck.
"Play with us...
Matthew's eyes searched the entire room, hearing a voice. A single drop of sweat going down his cheek. He didn't know what to think, was this a nightmare? It had to be! Right? No possible way this was real. Except...
"I would like to announce to these united states, that there does exist extraterrestrial life."
What the President said, could this be...? These voices? He was more forgetting about his situation, becoming interested in these voices. He only wished he could reply.
"Play with us... Come on."
His eyes widened as a strange creature began to float around him, it's face resembled a sort of reptile, what was it? What is all of this? Why? The strange creature opened it's mouth, revealing sharp teeth that looked like they could cut through bone rather easily. The creature floated up to the ceiling, gawking down at him. Matthew closed his eyes as it charged downwards, snarling.
In a field in the Mother Galaxy...
Matthew shot up, looking around in a panic. He wiped his forehead, glad it was all a dream. He looked around more carefully, he seemed to be in some kind of field. The feeling in his limbs had returned, so he stood up. Looking around in confusion. "Where am i?" He questioned, the field was covered in these strange purple flowers, ones he had never seen before. Nothing like this existed on Earth. Not without someone finding it...
The place seemed... Different. He unclipped his notepad from his belt, opening it up to the first page and taking out the pen, opening it with a push of a button on the back end.
"Start of notepad 18; I seem to be in a place unlike any other. This place is undoubtedly something beyond, these flowers... The land in general. I must explore, my curious nature is getting the better of me. More to come in the upcoming days... If I'm still alive."