There was an itch that he just couldn’t scratch.


It had started weeks prior, a little nagging in the back of his head that wouldn’t go away. Even when he distracted himself, be it with food, booze, women or trashy television, it sunk into the depths of his noggin’ and refused to budge. Bob had found himself growing more and more irritable in general thanks to this nameless feeling, driving him out to the street, wandering around in attempts to shake the restless sensation that paired alongside the nag.

If asked to describe it, the best thing he could compare it to was the feeling he got when he stared at a senshi in need of help. Or a girl (or boy) in need of awakening. There was something deep in his core, an instinct that was guiding him towards his impulse, helping him figure out when there was a child to be awakened or a teen in need of upgrading.

Those feelings could be countered, at least. He could distance himself from the individual if he didn’t feel like lending a helping paw and the sensation would dissipate. Fade. Vamoose.

Now… now the same feeling was upon him and it couldn’t be shook off, it wouldn’t go away no matter how far he scampered or how much space he put between himself and the others around him.

Was there a senshi in danger?

No - all the ones he knew were safe and at home. He even checked on a few, just for the hell of it.

Was there something wrong?

No one else seemed to feel it - every time he spoke to a Mauvian, no one seemed to be aware of any occurrences that could have set off the notion nor were they experiencing it themselves. Whatever it was, Bob seemed to be enduring the pain by his lonesome. This proved even more irritating, knowing he was the only one suffering.

He somehow ended up on the outskirts of Destiny City in his attempt to free himself from the feelings plaguing him. Nothing seemed to work, not even the quiet of the countryside after he hopped his way off the bed of the pick-up truck he’d snuck onto to get outta the city. As the noisy thing rumbled off down the road to who-gave-a-crapsville, the large Maine Coon padded his way off into the grass, nose twitching from just how… how utterly clean the air smelt, this far out of the city.

And yet… the nagging never left.

Bob had about given up for the night, finding solace and comfort in the trees when a flash of light had caught his attention. The streak was coming straight for the nearby field, splintering off into several fragments of twinkling sparkles as green eyes watched in awe. One fragment landed in the field while the others shot further out - no doubt miles away from where his tree sat - but the Mauvian’s attention was now settled on the wayward piece nearby. The beast scaled down the trunk of the tree and practically galloped through the tall grass to locate where the fallen star had landed, only stopping when he discovered the crystal laying nestled in the dirt, surrounded by scorched patches of grass.

The longer he stared at it, the more sense things started to make, as oddly as it seemed. It wasn’t an ordinary asteroid, no - it was meant to have fallen near him. This was meant to have happened.

It was all coming together. The nagging, frustrating feeling of needing to upgrade wasn’t for one of his senshi.



It was meant for him.



And he had just the perfect keepsake at home for him to use as a base for his newest gadget.