Good day... I am Red the Rhino.
giving you a ALIEN HOMINID FIC!
Can't belive none o' you made one yet,
this fic is about an Alien Hominid named Goggles(yes he has goggles). This is based on the yet-to-be-released videogame, not the newgrounds one, k?

Alien Hominid, Goggles Adventure

He stood there, looking at the face of yet another FBI agent.
Goggles got a disgusted look on his face. By the looks of it the agent hadn't noticed him yet, so Goggles sneeked up behind him,
jumped up and bit his head off. Goggles swallowed it and smiled to himself, life was good. He walked down the street and saw a used car store, he shot his ray gun at the owner who was talking to some

carless freak, he shot him too. "Finally a break from walking" He muttered to himself and hopped into a car. He started running over FBI agents. He ran over them all, but one. This one seemed to sense him coming and (slow motion Matrix like affects on)backflipped(SM off)
over the car. The agent started shooting, Goggles pretended to got shot and fell to the ground. The agent couldn't see him and whispered to himself "Gotcha"
When he walked over, Goggles had disappeared. "What?" asked the agent. Two

tiny, yellow hands came out of the ground, unnoticed by the agent. Goggles grabbed the agent ankles and pulled him under, the agent was too surprised to act back.
All you could here were screams, laughter, and crunching. When he came back up blood was drooling down his chin, he licked it up and hopped into his vehicle.
"Wonder what the guys are up to?" He wondered and drove away.

He arrived at a dark alley and saw a green dumpster. He crawled under it and fell into his secret room. He saw his pals Baha and Tahot, but no Billy. "Where's the Billster"
Goggles asked throwing his goggles on his bed "Got held captive" Tahot said throwing his top hat into the corner. "I bet those freaks wouldn't mind if I opened up a can of whoop for them" Baha said "I already did" Goggles told them. "Cool." Baha said, then they all went to bed knowing they had a whole day of whoopin' ahead of them.

To be countinued...

Good? Bad? Cool? Violent? Sweet?
All of the above? Review please!
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