Robert the Crook

Acknowledgment: This Storyline is Inspired By an abandoned Writing.com Story [Which is now deleted].

The main protagonist, 40-year-old Robert, is grown up in a bad neighborhood, due to a poor upbringing and bad friends he ended up commiting minor crimes, mostly small burglaries. He has often thought about committing bigger crimes but is not prepared to spend a long stretch of time in prison. Years of his life already spent in juvenile centers and prison have taken their toll on his mental well-being, driving him to smoke and drink a lot. Robert's physical appearance is 5' 10", short, scruffy, black hair, unshaven face, and untidy street clothes (i.e jeans, sneakers, etc.).

The only girlfriend he ever had, Carolina, had dumped him three years ago when she started an affair with her boss, Because of his ex-girlfriend, he ended up leaving his gang and tried leaving normal life and ended up losing all his granularity with her.

But one day, while heading back to his apartment after a heavy drinking session, Robert witnesses something falling from the sky, landing on the deserted ground behind an old warehouse with a thud. After approaching the strange object, he discovers it is some kind of alien artifact that seems to be glowing, but not just from heat due to entry into the Earth's atmosphere.

When he touches it in his drunken state...he gets more than he bargained for.

Upon touching the strange artifact, Robert was blown backwards by some kind of mysterious ****, a distance of fully 30 feet. He landed with a sickening thump just in front of one of the warehouse walls. For a moment, he didn't move, but then he began to get to his feet, somewhat groggily. "Fuck!" he groaned, as he checked himself to see if he was hurt, miraculously...he wasn't.

"What the hell was that?" came the next obvious answer Robert asked himself. He hadn't noticed that he was now completely sober, all effects of the **** he had drinking all night had gone.

Walking back over to the meteor, Robert saw that it was no longer glowing, however, he still refrained from touching it again. He circled it a few times, wondering whether to report the occurrence, but he decided against it. Hating the police as much as he did, he wanted nothing to do with them. Glancing at his watch, Robert noticed it had stopped. "Great!" he sighed, letting his arms slump back down by his side.

"Fuck this, I'm going home" he then told himself, deciding to leave the area...and to leave the mysterious, another worldly object where it was.

Robert headed down the street towards the direction of his apartment, taking little notice of the people around him. It was 10:47 pm and after what had just happened, he just wanted to get home and hit the sack.