PART 1: THE AWAKENING "It's a bit darker than usual tonight, it is it is." Observed the ambiguously racially unspecific Calum Hood. "It's quiet... A bit too quiet..." said Luke Hemmings. Ever since they were spawned in a test tube in the shadiest Latvian laboratory you have ever seen in order to make the perfect boy band, Luke had always been the "leader" of sorts. "Get down!" yelled Luke, as a missile exploded behind their heads and destroyed a puppy orphanage. "What was that?" they all cried in unision. "It can only be one person," said Luke. "Mecha Harry Styles." And with that, A large robot appeared from the dust and rubble. "It is I, Mecha Harry Styles. Ever since you guys came on the music scene, our boy band has been in rapid decline. Finally, my handlers decided to extract my brain and put it in this robot to make the perfect dreamy boy assassin. I have become more powerful than I could have ever possibly thought. I am now known by the robot designation HS-1DRKTN, and I have only one directive; To exterminate you. "Enter battle formation!" cried Luke. With this, the members of 5 Seconds of Summer transformed. "We accept your dual." Said Luke. "We shall fight to the death, or in your case, the shutdown of your Central Processing Unit." The members of 5 Seconds of Summer snickered. "Enough!" said Mecha Harry Styles. "Are we going to fight.... or noooooot?" Luke exclaimed "How dare you use a shitty pop-culture reference in my presence! I. WILL. END. YOU!" "Let us fight." And with this, the two boy bands begin a super-awesome slow-motion sequence dive. I assure you, this shit was dope. It was cray-cray. Each boy band knew there could only be one victor. *Crash* The metallic clang of mecha Harry Styles' exoskeleton had just crashed against the washboard abs of Luke, the leader of neo-One Direction. "You. Will. Not. Win!" exclaimed Luke, who was fighting against the force of Luke and his compatriots in battle. To be perfectly frank, Mecha Harry Styles had the edge. Years of Japanese robotics research had gone into the creation of this magneficient monster. He wasen't going to go down easily. In a twist of fate, Luke slipped on the rubble of the aforementioned puppy orphanage which was destroyed in Mecha Harry Styles' fit of rage. As Mecha Harry Styles' went in for the kill, a bright flash of light appeared and an old bearded man appeared. "Are you there, God? It's me, Luke, your broseph." "Do you not recognize me, youngling? It is I, A.J McLean, from the famed lore of what once was called "The Backstreet Boys." While many thought that we were washed up boy band losers, we actually serve a greater purpose. For millennia, we have been the guardians of the Sacred Truth. You see children, boy bands come and go. But at any time, there can only be one ruling group. It is understood by all of those that take the throne that at one point their popularity will cease. Throughout history, there have been those who have refused to give up their claim; they go on the rampage." "So in other words, they're like complete fogies, right?" commented Luke. "Shut up, smartass. You may of heard of these boy band members who turned to the dark ways: Adolf Hitler, of the hit Austrian boy band "Mein Bauchmuskeln," Osama bin-Ladin, of the Yemeni group "الرجال الملتحين," and Justin Bieber, of "Pretending to be a White Usher." They have all commited henious crimes against humanity in retribution for society turning their backs on them. You must try to understand Harry's struggle." "You really think so?" asked Mecha Harry. "Hell naw!" said A.J. McLean, and with that, he smited Mecha Harry Styles with a douchebeard beenie beard attack. Harry was thrown back into the street, trying to get up. "Run! I try to hold him back!" said A.J. with urgency. "Come on, we have to run!" And with that, the Australian boy band was given another day to live and another day to fight. "Where are we running to?" shouted Michael. "I dunno! For the love of god, just keep on running!" The City of Sydney was in a panic. Never before had they encountered a Brit with so much brawn. "In here!" yelled a voice from below the street. With haste the Aussies hurried through the manhole. "It's so dark!" observed Ashton. "Shhhhhhhhhh!" "Who said that?" Luke demanded. "Why, don't you recognize me?" The dark figure stepped forward to reveal himself. It was none other than Niall Horan. "Get back, Luke!" cried the boy band. "No. He saved us. Let us see what he has to say." "First and foremost gentlemen, welcome to the headquarters of the Sacred Truth." "But," interjected Luke, "I thought only the Backstreet Boys were the keepers..." "They are. We are merely disciples." "Yes!" came another voice in the shadows. "We live to serve the Sacred Truth!" "Is that you, Chris Kirkpatrick?" "Never mind them," said Matthew. "How do we escape Mecha Styles?" "Follow me" said Niall. "I will explain everything on the way to the safehouse." Our heroes descended into the depths of a long dark tunnel.