“Woah, man!” Said a scared Lex, “What the heck is this?!” The purple monster shifted, “Lex..” it said in a low tone, “I can explain…” “What do you mean? You're a fucking monster! Where is Bryce!?” The monster blinked, standing over the small human. “I am Bryce, do you not remember that I can do this…” It said with a worried look. Lex turned away, thinking. “Yeah, I do, what's really going on.. Bry?” The monster sat down, meeting Lex's eyes. “Come here, you.” He said with a smirk. “Whoa! I, err, I am not in the mood Bry…” Lex said a little scared. “How about you just tell me what's going on with you? I don't trust you in this state, right here,  right now.” Lex thought. “No offense..” Bryce frowned, “Damn it! Come on Lex!” Lex stood away. “No means no, man! Stop dodging the damn question! Why are you like this, for real this time…” Bryce sat down. “Fine! Here we go. This, “event”, happens when I get under a lot of rage and stress, or just high emotions like sadness or anger.”  Lex sighed. “Well, alright then. What are we going to do about… this? What if other people see you in this form?” Bryson gave a look, and went back to normal. “Like I said, it's only when I feel strong emotions. As long as no one pampers with my buttons, we will be fine.” Lex sighed, helping Bryson to his feet, “Okaaay, I still don't trust it though. Alas, I want to make it up to you for acting like that. Wanna get some ice cream?” Bryson looks up at Lex, “You just read my goddamn mind.”
           Bryce and Lex go to the park…
Once they got to the park, the duo sat on the bench to watch the sky. For some reason, there was no one at the park except them. “Okay, Bryce. I'm going to get the goods. What flavor again?” Bryce doesn't hesitate, “Bitch, you know me. Cookies n’ Creme!” Lex raised his hands, “Okay, you got it, man. Be right back!” As Bryce watched Lex run down the street, he suddenly felt something hit the back of his head. “Hey! What the hell issss, errr…” Bryce fell into a deep sleep. A man in a trenchcoat walked up to the body, holding a tranquilizer gun, and gave a chuckle. “Oh, you poor thing. Ima take care of you..” Jack walks up as well, “Heh! I guess you can say he got “knocked out!’”
The man looks at the pencil, “Shut up, Jack. Here, help me carry the specimen back to our HQ…”