Professor White strode into the bank, his well ironed black suit and white gloves clashing with his technicolor tie. He went up to the bank teller, a glint of excitement in his dark blue eyes.

"I'd like to make a withdrawal." He smiled, his teeth uncannily white and straight.

The teller paused, looking a little distant, then shook her head and cleared her throat.

"S-sorry I dozed off there." She blinked, "can you repeat that please?"

"I'd like to withdraw some money," Professor White repeated, his smile not fading, "I'm having a celebration with my co-workers tomorrow night."

"Alright," The teller sighed, pushing back her dark green hair, "How much do you need?"

"Fifty-thousand." Professor White replied.

The teller blinked, looking extremely confused.

"For a party?" She asked.

"We're inviting our... school administrators." Professor White explained, "They're quite fond of the expensive stuff, and they tend to eat a lot."

The teller shook her head lightly and sighed, taking Professor Whites credit card. She twitched lightly, the tiniest little twitch of the eye... Professor White wouldn't have noticed if all the other tellers hadn't twitched the exact same way. He stood idly, inspecting the room around him. All of the bank employees were different, their hair was dyed the same color of green, their faces were too smooth to be real, and all their eyes were a light amber brown.

"What's your name again?" He asked the teller.

"Martha Dalton." She replied.

"No you're not." Professor White scoffed, "I know Martha, and she's been missing for three weeks."

The whole bank seemed to go quiet, customers shifted uncomfortably, and the Lady who said she was Martha, but wasn't Martha, turned her head, and cocked it to one side.

"Dead bolt facility." She said.

All doors and windows were covered by heavy iron plates, the bank employees pulled out strange looking water pistols... but water pistols didn't buzz, or glow an eerie orange color. Customers began to panic, Not-Martha and the other employees leapt up over the desks in unison. Strangely, Professor White was the only one who seemed unphased by all this, in fact, he seemed a little irritated.

"Another alien invasion?" He sighed, "You guys just don't know when to quit... Who are you really?"

"Ack-Tucar." Not-Martha sneered, "We are Genovaria."

Professor White groaned.

"Not you robo-freaks again." He growled. “Didn’t you run away from earth last month?”

“A minor setback from a few of your annoying earth heroes.” Ack-Tucar shrugged, taking aim at Professor White.

“Then you won't mind another setback will you?” Dr.White smirked, pulling off his gloves, revealing runic tattoos on his hands and snapping his fingers.

The Genovarian’s guns burst in their hands, causing them to shriek and fall backwards behind the stands. Professor White pulled two silver and blue pistols from empty space in the air and stood in front of the cowering customers as Ack-Tucar pulled herself up, half her face ripped off terminator style.

“Who are you?” She snarled.

“Professor Johnson White,” Professor White smiled kindly, “Or you could call me Legion, leader of that annoying group of heroes you were talking about earlier.”

“You?” Ack-Tucar scoffed, “You’re just an elderly human!”

“Nah,” Professor White Chuckled, eyes flashing pitch black, as he took aim at Ack-Tucar. “I’m just your friendly neighborhood demon Lord.”