It should really go without saying that the Mojoverse is a really shitty place.
The people who live there, the Spineless Ones--accurately named, by the way-- spent their first couple centuries of existence crawling around on their bellies before someone finally had the brilliant idea to invent some legs for them. So instead of crawling, now they all get around by relying on these awful metal spider-limbed harnesses that carry them pubah-style. And as if that wasn't bad enough, everyone in this sad little shithole of a dimension is constantly bombarded with time-displaced media waves that drive them steadily insane. It wasn't until they learned how to decipher these radio waves that they really came into their niche though. The waves were from our media. So once television was a thing, the Spineless Ones only got steadily worse.
They're not so terrifying to look at, really. Aside from being a jaundiced yellow, they almost look kind of human. If you can ignore the spider-harness-things that make up where their legs should be. They're all fat, sluggish people who are both enamored and enraged by Earth culture.
So basically, they're day-time TV junkies.
And the leader of them all, the ruler of the Mojoverse, is Mojo.
(Shocker, right?)
Mojo's probably the most terrifying out of all of them. Most of them, the Spineless Ones, look more or less human. But Mojo... doesn't. He's incredibly obese, most of his body is comprised of a big naked yellow stomach, sagging man breasts, and jowls. But somehow he keeps his arms all stringy and spindly, which makes him all the more awkward to look at. Mojo's skin color looks somehow more sickeningly yellow than the rest of his people, and he is visibly the most unstable out of everyone else in his dimension.
And of course, he was the Villain of the Day.
Just another day in the life of being a time-displaced X-Man, right?
It had more or less been your average day, as far as being a mutant went. Wake up, School breakfast, wipe up after that guy with the congealed exoskeleton, ignore Bobby, go to class with Professor Kitty, ignore Bobby, notice some unidentified flying objects Roswell-style hovering over a recently discovered mutant, and head out to save said mutant while ignoring Bobby. What was so strange about that?
"Move it, brat."
One of the few "normal" people in this awful place was some woman with white hair, clouded eyes, and six arms--two natural, four mechanical. She didn't seem to share the same kinship at being the two most humanoid beings on this terrible rock. Six-Armed-Chick held Jean's hands behind her back with one pair of appendages, held the power-dampening collar around her neck with another, and let the other two hang sharply at her side.
Jean Grey had spent the grand total of a year in the "future." In that time she'd spontaneously developed psychic powers due to the stress of time-travel, learned that in this future she's dead twice over and became a planet-killing monster embued with the power of the Phoenix Force, learned that her boyfriend grows up to become a mutant revolutionary, broke up with said boyfriend only to have him go off and become a space pirate, attacked by a version of the aptly named Brotherhood of Evil Mutants that included herself from the future (not the one that's dead, but a version of her that never went back in time to... whatever, her), traveled to an alternate universe, been captured for the crimes of her future self (the, uh... the one that died) on top of nearly getting herself killed multiple times.
And now she was getting manhandled by a dominatrix with six arms in front of the poster-child of television addiction.
Super.
"Is that... is that really her?" the great mooshy monster whispered excitedly, "the fabled Teenaged Jean Grey plucked from time and space?"
"The one and only." Jean whimpered
"Marvelous!" Mojo roared boistrously, "Oh what a treat! This girl, this ugly little thing has just been the talk of the town! People love you, people hate you, people can't decide if they want to hug you or rip your arms off!"
"...Thanks?" Jean ducked her head, trying to avoid Mojo's putrid breath, "Hey, I'm not--"
"Oh but you ARE, my dear!" Mojo stretched out an arm, his long fingernails scraping against Jean's chin, "You're the biggest ratings grab this dimension has ever seen! You're almost as big as that scrappy little guy with the claws around here--what you and your boyfriend did to J'Son? BRILLIANT!"
"I'm not just some ratings... and Scott and I are not--!"
"Oh I know, the relationship drama, the romance!" Mojo's mechanical spider-legs clacked against the metal tile of his chambers, "He loves you, you love him, that hairy fellow loves you, even the Angel loves you!"
Jean clenched slightly as Mojo let out a disturbing cackle that sent ripples through his belly.
"Yes, everybody loves Jean Grey. You." Mojo purred sickeningly, click-clacking close enough to caress Jean's jaw, "And that's just what I'm counting on for my latest project--Little Girl Lost... on Mojoworld!"
Jean didn't have to be able to read minds (she kinda couldn't right now) to be able to tell that the woman who was holding her at attention was just about as excited about Mojo's latest "project" as she was.
"Picture it, dear: a girl, a mutant, you are stranded on an unfamiliar but beautiful planet that's strikingly different than the one you call home. You'll explore the culture, walk around town with those ghastly legs of yours, and try to find a way back home. But in the meantime there'll be plenty of time for your traditional fish-out-of-water excursions, hilarious misunderstandings, and maybe a romance or two to help spice things up a bit--you know, get the ladies a little riled up. And then--"
"This is insane!" Jean interrupted his rant with a sharp cry, "I'm not some... toy! You can't just do this to people! Abduct them and... and take away their powers and make them perform for you!"
"Oh but I can, you ugly little ratings eater." Mojo's smile widened evilly, "Not only are you in the wrong time... you're in the wrong space. Who on this planet, on my planet, is going to care? As long as that collar is on you, you'll do whatever I want. And maybe, just maybe, I'll ship you home once the ratings drop."
Jean bit her bottom lip, holding back tears.
"Or kill you. However sweeps season works out."
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