Disclaimer: Don't own Animorphs, and this story isn't the first of its kind here. Please don't report me. (See A/N below)

A/N: Hi there. This isn't my first Animorphs fanfic, but it is the first in a long time. You see, the last time I started one two-three years back, some jerkwad reported it and got it removed due to "plagiarism" (yeah, if that's what you want to call doing the exact same thing multiple other ff writers had done before me). So just to let you know, no, this particular subject isn't the first of its kind and I was inspired by another story I recently read. Also, it's been a long time since I've really had anything to do with Animorphs (was a big fan when I was younger), but I've tried to get reaquainted as best as possible with the universe for this. Also depending on the feedback I get, I'd like to end up making this into a little ff series.

My name is Ajax. That's all you need to know about my name. What my last name is isn't important. What is important is that the world you thought you knew isn't accurate.

I was just like you, up until a few weeks back. I was a normal teenager. I was the captain of the football team of my high school. As cliche as it might sound, the head cheerleader was my girlfriend. Perhaps I should say "is". I don't know. Again, not important. What is the important part?

An alien race is invading Earth.

I know what you're thinking. I'm not crazy. Believe me, sometimes I really wish that's what all of this was. Just a fantasy in the mind of a crazy person. I wish I could truthfully say that's what all of this is, but I can't. The grim reality is that aliens really are invading Earth.

You're probably also saying that even if aliens truly were invading, it would be all over the news around the world. That the world's militaries are locked in battle to prevent any hostile takeovers. Something like this couldn't go unreported. Unfortunately, this isn't the movie Independence Day. The aliens, known as Yeerks, are much more subtle. So subtle that you don't even know they're there. However, if you do, by then it's too late. You're a Controller. Or you might be one at this moment. I don't know. A "Controller" is what my friends and I refer to anyone under, obviously, the control, of a Yeerk.

The good news is that we're not totally defenseless. There's another alien race out there called Andalite. Apparently they're locked in an interstellar war with the Yeerks to prevent them from taking over. Unfortunately, the Andalite forces sent here were destroyed and it will be years before more arrive. That's where we came in and were given the power to morph into any animal that we acquire the DNA of from a stray Andalite.

I know, I know. This is getting a little over your head. Controllers, mind-controlling aliens, how my friends and I are involved, morphing. Let's just start at the very beginning, shall we?