Fanon:Simbot Takeover

Prologue
I didn't want to do it. I had to. If I didn't, I would be thrown in prison for the rest of my life. If I knew the future, I knew I would choose to not do it.

My name? Darrin Oliver. You could call me, an inventor. A mad scientist. An insane man, driven crazy by his creations. Possibly, most likely, a terrorist.

Chapter One
''Ring! Ring! Ring! ''I got up lazely out of my warm, safe mattress... never see that again. It was an important day, you could say. It was my first day on my self-profession: inventing. It was time for America to see my true worth. I wasn't some jobless dead-beat anymore. I was a grown man, ready to tackle the day.

It was obvious the day was harder to tackle than originally thought.

First mistake: Put on sister's old jeans. (How did those get in there?!)

Second mistake: Spilled Cheerios all over the floor.

Get the jest?

After the fifty minutes of useless crap, I finally got to work on my newest invention: The Harvester. Amazed at my work, I quickly sold it. It made what felt like millions. It was beautiful.

If I knew what would happen soon, I would've quit.

Chapter Two
5 years later...

At last. I have permission. The temptation to do it... it was to much to handle. I fumbled with the life fruit. I jumbled with the srcaps of metal. Each pound of the nail, each turn of the wrench... it gave me new-found strength. I was proud of my work.