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There stood a flat-roof house with an amazing view of the kingdom. That's also where the portal decided to throw me when it materialized. More proof that they're sentient, whatever they are. It convulsed with increasing intensity until it spits me out.
"Nice landing, jackass," I muttered to myself before groggily standing up, dusting my outfit, and scraping some kind of weird black tar off my sandals. Don't ask. It's obvious that I wasn't very well-equipped for a dimension traveler. For God's sake, I don't look like something you would call 'Dimension Traveler' material at all! So, what am I doing jumping around realities? Well, it's not my fault portals keeps sucking me in!
How many dimensions have I visited now? . . . I lost track at this point. Normally I'd get sent back to my humble abode after I find another portal or my purpose has been served, but this time: It's not the case. I keep getting thrown into different dimensions instead. Man, my family must be putting up missing posters of me like crazy since I've been gone for a relatively long time. When I come back to my home dimension, I want them to cry for me and give me all the love because of my return. That would be awesome.
Once I'm done scraping the shitty tar from my sandals, I noticed the view.
Wow, what an image. This place looks like one hell of a kingdom.
I took it all in, until. . .
"Hello? Who are you?" A voice came from behind.
Oh.
I turned around, putting my hoodie down. It was an older man at the roof trapdoor with an alert look plastered on his wrinkly face. I didn't know how to respond. So, this is kinda awkward. I'm not one for a conversation so it's hard for me to think of something to say. He asked again, I answered his question after coming up with an adequate response but asked him for a request in exchange.
"I'm, uh, a dimension traveling ass-kicker trying to find a way home." I blurted out. "Since I'm new here, can I stay for a while?"
"I don't have a reason to let you. Sorry."
It's an old man and he seems pretty docile. So, I decided to give him a death stare with the hood on for maximum intimidation. He struck back with one of his own and I lost the contest, awkwardly moving my ass into the trapdoor as he made space for me.
. . .
I began aimlessly wandering his home trying to find the exit and touching his stuff to satisfy my curiosity. He then "Escorted" me out of the house himself.
"Nice landing, jackass," I muttered to myself before groggily standing up, dusting my outfit, and scraping some kind of weird black tar off my sandals. Don't ask. It's obvious that I wasn't very well-equipped for a dimension traveler. For God's sake, I don't look like something you would call 'Dimension Traveler' material at all! So, what am I doing jumping around realities? Well, it's not my fault portals keeps sucking me in!
How many dimensions have I visited now? . . . I lost track at this point. Normally I'd get sent back to my humble abode after I find another portal or my purpose has been served, but this time: It's not the case. I keep getting thrown into different dimensions instead. Man, my family must be putting up missing posters of me like crazy since I've been gone for a relatively long time. When I come back to my home dimension, I want them to cry for me and give me all the love because of my return. That would be awesome.
Once I'm done scraping the shitty tar from my sandals, I noticed the view.
Wow, what an image. This place looks like one hell of a kingdom.
I took it all in, until. . .
"Hello? Who are you?" A voice came from behind.
Oh.
I turned around, putting my hoodie down. It was an older man at the roof trapdoor with an alert look plastered on his wrinkly face. I didn't know how to respond. So, this is kinda awkward. I'm not one for a conversation so it's hard for me to think of something to say. He asked again, I answered his question after coming up with an adequate response but asked him for a request in exchange.
"I'm, uh, a dimension traveling ass-kicker trying to find a way home." I blurted out. "Since I'm new here, can I stay for a while?"
"I don't have a reason to let you. Sorry."
It's an old man and he seems pretty docile. So, I decided to give him a death stare with the hood on for maximum intimidation. He struck back with one of his own and I lost the contest, awkwardly moving my ass into the trapdoor as he made space for me.
. . .
I began aimlessly wandering his home trying to find the exit and touching his stuff to satisfy my curiosity. He then "Escorted" me out of the house himself.