Monsters!

[Otis McNutt 395]

We are told many things as children. "Don't make that face or it'll freeze that way", "Stop that or you'll go blind", "Don't mix Pop-Rocks and Coke or your Stomach will explode" and "Monsters aren't real". If they only knew!

In recent months sighting of so called "Monsters" have steadily increased. In Texas, more and more people claim to see the mysterious and bloodthirsty Chupacabra, sightings of Scotland's Aquatic creature Nessie have increased, in the American Northwest glimpses of Bigfoot have become commonplace and perhaps the most startling are the reports of the Mothman, America's most famous Cryptids return to Point Pleasant West Virginia.

And while the media hasn't made the connection, Cryptozoologist Byron Hall has.

And People have begun to take notice.

Chapter One: Last day for Byron Hall

When Byron Hall was 12 years old he discovered that which would be his lifes work stuck to the bottom of an empty whiskey bottle like a makeshift coaster was "The Weekly Globe News" a cheaply made tabloid newspaper with "Bride of Bigfoot" printed in bold black letters. And while the story made little sence to his preteen mind, the seed had been planted. By age 18 he had graduated top of his class and full ride scholarship enrolled in the Zoology program at Hudson Valley University. While studying for his Doctorate he occasionally came upon files of unexplained sighting of unbelievable animals and was reintroduced to the world of Cryptozoology. Studying in secret for years Byron graduated and with PHD in hand openly persued his passion, exposing the true nature of so-called Cryptids.

2010

Byron sat front and center, his webcam pointed directly behind him. His "Mons Among Us" podcast had become a minor sensation online and after a playful ribbing on Tosh.0 his viewership had increased dramatically. "Hello" he said shakily into the camera. "And welcome to another installment of "Mons Among Us" a weekly look at the strange and unbelievable happenings in the world around us."

Standing from his seat Byron lifted a tarp from the large board he was standing in front of. "At the end of Last weeks show I promised that this week would have an announcement of staggering proportions and here it is." he said tilting his head to the board. "It started some months ago with sighting of Chupacabra in Texas, Then to Bigfoot in Montana and North Dakota, then down south with Skunk ape and Lizard Men and in the great plains with giant "thunder" birds. Now recent reports point to the return of Nessie, Scotlands famous monster. And while the media only sporadically reports on this, I have made a startling conclusion, these sightings, these events are precursors to a greater event, an event with connections to this!" he said pointing to a group of artist renderings and newspaper cutouts. "The Mothman has returned to Point Pleasant!"

Sector 51, the secret government organization dedicated to investigating strange phenomena.

In a dimly lit situation room an image of Byron sits motionless on a huge plasma screen. "Can someone please tell me why out of a room full of so-called Eggheads, it took a tabloid thumbing, granola eating, internet fruitcake to piece together a theory which has eluded us for months?" Commander Dade Phillips asked. "Well sir he is a reasonably intelligent man and a PHD." Doctor Niven Andrews said. "He has quite a bit of research to his name." Doctor Jacob Myers said. "And he...he's better than us. Always had been." Doctor Beth Peck said looking down.

"Oh that's right Dr. Peck, you knew him didn't you?" Phillips asked. "Yes sir, he was always rather brilliant." Peck said. "Well than, maybe it's time for young Byron to join our little group."

[Ammonsa 308]

Where the puppy are the drop bears? For puppys sake. Drop bears are real puppying monsters and instead you have puppying Bigfoot.

[Otis McNutt 395]

Where the puppy are the drop bears? For puppys sake. Drop bears are real puppying monsters and instead you have puppying Bigfoot.

Calm down, the killer Koalas will make an appearance.

[Ammonsa 308]

I'm puppying watching you.

[Otis McNutt 395]

Chapter Two: A whole new Day

Byron groaned as he opened his eyes then quickly closed them to shield from the bright lights. Squinting to let as little in as possible he saw shapes form, first a table, then opaque walls and finally a massive mirror. "How the hell did I get here?" he asked himself.

As he sat in his massive bewildered stupor a section of the wall opened revealing a door.

"Morning Mr. Hall, here drink this it'll help." a slightly middle-aged blond said sliding him a paper cup. Byron looked at the spinach green liquid and reared back at the smell. "What is it, it smells like ass." he said. "It's Colpelmyne, it's good." she said sitting on the edge of the table. "Copelmyne...as in the seaweed?" he asked. "Very good you know your aquatic plants. As for the Smoothie, the natural vitamins and tanens will counteract the stuff we gave you, it'll clear your head right up." Byron looked around in shock. "Stuff...stuff you gave me, who are you?" he asked. "My name is Dr. Emily Elizabeth M.D trust me." she said.

Against his better judgement Byron downed the weed juice and slowly but surely his mental faculties began to clear. "Oh my god I know what this is!" he said. "What what is Mr. Hall?" Dr. Emily asked. "This place, I know where I am!" he said. "You do, you've been to the drunk tank at the 52nd Precinct?" Emily asked. "Oh cut the crap Doctor, we both know this isn't a cop drunk tank. This is Sector 51!" Shocked by his words Emily glanced at the mirror.

"How in the hell does he know about us!" Phillips asked. "He's not to be underestimated Dade, he may be a drunk but he's also very intelligent." Beth said.

"I'm sorry sir but what is Sector 51?" Emily asked. "Oh come on, really with this?" he asked. "OK fine if you wanna play this game. Sector 51 is the name given to Project Boogieman a code black funded operation, started by President Lindon Johnson to quell and contain sightings of NBE's." "NBE's?" Emily asked. "Yes Non-human Biological Entities more commonly know as Cryptids." he said. "It all sounds like X-Files to me." Emily said scratching her head. "Yeah it does doesn't it, well maybe that because it was all part of S51's disinformation campaign." he said.

Flabergasted Emily turned to the mirror. "I don't know what to do here." she said aloud. "Yes please someone collect the good Doctor, I've had quite enough. I'd much rather speak to Dade Phillips." Bell said.

In the orher room Beth giggled slightly as Dade's face flashed bright red. "God damn it!" he said storming to the door. "Thank you Emily maybe you should...get a coffee or something." Dade said. "Well it's nice to meet you in the flesh Dade Phillips." Byron said holding out his hand. "How do you know so much about us Mr. Hall?" Dade asked. "Oh it wasn't easy Dade...can I call you Dade?" he asked.

You see...

The information's out there you just need to know where to look. One day wile searching in the Library of Congress archives I came upon a book more than a little out of place. It was a book of Teddy Roosevelt stories, one such tale involved the former roughriders strange encounter with a large human-like beast with the words "Did he know" scribbled in black. A quick analysis of the handwriting pointed to LBJ. LBJ brough me to reports and permits for a large warehouse on government land in Connecticut. From there I followed the money to the Black budget report buried deep as a line item in the DOD files with a careless notation "Sector 51" with a name at my disposal I put a notice of Craigs List looking for information and six months later after countless proposals to have Sector 69's, I got a bite.

"And on that bite?" Phillips asked. "Detailed files, photos and blueprints of this place." Byron said. "If you knew all this stuff, why didn't you post it on your vidcast?" Dade asked. "Cause I knew if I did, I'd disappear. I figured you'd come to me someday with the stuff I found."

"Well congratulations are in order, welcome to a whole new day."