Just one month ago, it was discovered that the Earth would be impacted by meteors in enough places to wipe out all life. The past four weeks had been grim for everyone at Akademi, and not just because the world was ending. Mostly, it’s because everyone still had to go to school for some reason. As all students piled into the school yard for their last day of life, a large spaceship descended and hovered over the school. Many escalators, because no one can walk up stairs for some reason, extend out of the openings of the ship. Ex California Governor, Arnold Schwartzawhateverthefuck, clings to a rope ladder that descends from the ship (because it looks cooler than running down an upwards escalator).
“GET TO ZE SHIP!” He yells, and many small robots descend, swarming everyone onto said ship, whether they like it or not!
However, even still, some students resist! That is, until, they see the sign on the side that says:
‘Free Wifi!’
When everyone is on the ship, they can see the outlines of asteroids in the sky! The ship takes off quickly, leaving only Arnold Scwartzasomethingorother and a minigun behind, on a lone mission to save the world from the asteroid menace. Maybe.
The small robots that herded everyone onto the ship begin their attempts to herd them into a large atrium of a room to brief them. However, many panic when they realize the bizarre twist- while it is free wifi, you have to ask for the password. This is beyond many students, so in the panic, 3 are killed.
After an hour, the final human was herded into the atrium room. The room was hugely expansive, and had crappy metal fold up chairs set up for everyone to sit, facing a large stage. After 20 mins, the curtains on the stage open, revealing an old man with a beard (Minus moustache) in a sea captain's uniform (Covered in vomit) wheeling a robot out to the stage. The robot then stands up on two very sexy legs.
“Hello beauties and gentlebeauties! Welcome to the new era, and to your new life on the Mettaton-Express! I am Mettaton, the co-leader of this colony. If you will please refer to section 1.1 of the manual below your seats, we can choose the leader of this new era!”
Mettaton pulls out a fishbowl full of everyone’s names on pieces of paper. He reaches in, shuffles them up a bit, and pulls out one scrap of paper.
“And, the role of leadership goes to...please imagine a drumroll in your head… Stevie Mills!”
Welcome to the Mettaton Express!