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Gee whiz, interdimensional travel really did a number on the stomach.
Wait—was he traveling between dimensions? His diminutive body tumbled through the atmosphere of… wherever he was so quickly he could barely keep his eyes open, but between bursts of unimaginable whiplash he could sorta make out the strange tunnel of light surrounding him. He whizzed past streaks of violet energy, brighter than any hyperspace routes he’d traveled in his gummi ship. For his money, as he flew full speed toward an unknown destination, he caught glimpses of strange images, simultaneously familiar and altogether new to him.
So was this an inter dimensional highway? He didn’t have much reference. When Omni had yanked him into the Omniverse, it’d been sudden and stark. One second he’d been in his ship cruising through the stars and the next he was staring into the eyeless, toothy grin of the ambivalent god of that odd multiverse.
And he certainly wasn’t on his way back to the Fountain of Infinity. For one thing, he certainly hadn’t died. The mercenary and the big scary dude had certainly given it the good ol’ college try, but he’d managed to give ‘em the slip and get back to—
Wait a goshdarn second. Where’s Blues? the anthropomorphic mouse thought, doing his best to crane his neck and see if the preteen machine was anywhere to be found inside the energy tunnel. He couldn’t spot the android’s signature pink armor, but just as he spun his flailing body around, a thick piece of yellow fabric flung itself seemingly out of nowhere and smacked into his face. Blues’ scarf wrapped around the mouse’s head, the force of the wind—wind? Was he outside? How did any of this make any sense?—holding it there no matter how much he tried to wriggle it free.
“Gollygeewhizgoshdarnit,” he spat, his words muffled by the cloth. Suddenly, a burst of… something rammed into him and the air around him grew incredibly humid. He tumbled backwards, for the first time feeling outside the pull of whatever gravitational force controlled the interdimensional highway, and flipped through the air a few times before ramming into something incredibly solid.
Ow.
Yep, that was definitely a tree branch.
And another. And another, and another, and another. The mouse bounced through the canopy of what, he supposed, was some sort of forest as he careened toward the ground, desperately clawing at Proto’s scarf to try and take in his surroundings. Finally, he managed to wrestle the piece of cloth from his eyes and blinked a few times, letting the dense jungle he had fallen into come into focus just before he hit the ground with a thump.
“Ow,” he groaned, face planted firmly in the wet grass and mud of this strange locale. His eyes darted up to scan. Had he been dropped in the Tangled Green?
He quickly shuffled to his knees. Something about his surroundings felt decidedly… different than the deciduous domain he’d erected his Clubhouse in, but then where was he? It was more jungley than the parts of the Green he’d become used to.
His heart skipped a beat. Was it the Deep Jungle? Had whatever magic he and Blues pulled off somehow finally transported him back home, where he’d longed to go for so long? Had he finally made it back to the Disney Realms? Could he reclaim his throne and finally take the fight to the Heartless like he’d intended all those years ago?
“Tarzan?!” he shouted, clambering up a tree trunk and posting up on a branch, searching for the realm’s guardian. “Jane?”
A light breeze blew Proto Man’s scarf from where it sat on his shoulder, carrying it back down to the forest floor and the muddy ground. The King turned and leapt down after it.
He never made it to the ground. The tree branch he’d been perched upon whipped after him, wrapping around his tiny ankle and yanking him back, tossing him deeper into the forest. He flew—screaming loudly—through the tops of the trees, flailing madly until he’d finally smashed into a small rock formation a little ways away. He tumbled backwards, rolling down into the depths of a deep, dark cave.
Um. That tree had just mousehandled him.
Yeah, this was definitely not his home.
He didn’t have long to consider where it could’ve been before he finally landed on the cave floor, conking his head against the side of a stalagmite and slipping into unconsciousness.
Wherever he was, this whole trip was making Mickey Mouse just feel straight up ill.
Wait—was he traveling between dimensions? His diminutive body tumbled through the atmosphere of… wherever he was so quickly he could barely keep his eyes open, but between bursts of unimaginable whiplash he could sorta make out the strange tunnel of light surrounding him. He whizzed past streaks of violet energy, brighter than any hyperspace routes he’d traveled in his gummi ship. For his money, as he flew full speed toward an unknown destination, he caught glimpses of strange images, simultaneously familiar and altogether new to him.
So was this an inter dimensional highway? He didn’t have much reference. When Omni had yanked him into the Omniverse, it’d been sudden and stark. One second he’d been in his ship cruising through the stars and the next he was staring into the eyeless, toothy grin of the ambivalent god of that odd multiverse.
And he certainly wasn’t on his way back to the Fountain of Infinity. For one thing, he certainly hadn’t died. The mercenary and the big scary dude had certainly given it the good ol’ college try, but he’d managed to give ‘em the slip and get back to—
Wait a goshdarn second. Where’s Blues? the anthropomorphic mouse thought, doing his best to crane his neck and see if the preteen machine was anywhere to be found inside the energy tunnel. He couldn’t spot the android’s signature pink armor, but just as he spun his flailing body around, a thick piece of yellow fabric flung itself seemingly out of nowhere and smacked into his face. Blues’ scarf wrapped around the mouse’s head, the force of the wind—wind? Was he outside? How did any of this make any sense?—holding it there no matter how much he tried to wriggle it free.
“Gollygeewhizgoshdarnit,” he spat, his words muffled by the cloth. Suddenly, a burst of… something rammed into him and the air around him grew incredibly humid. He tumbled backwards, for the first time feeling outside the pull of whatever gravitational force controlled the interdimensional highway, and flipped through the air a few times before ramming into something incredibly solid.
Ow.
Yep, that was definitely a tree branch.
And another. And another, and another, and another. The mouse bounced through the canopy of what, he supposed, was some sort of forest as he careened toward the ground, desperately clawing at Proto’s scarf to try and take in his surroundings. Finally, he managed to wrestle the piece of cloth from his eyes and blinked a few times, letting the dense jungle he had fallen into come into focus just before he hit the ground with a thump.
“Ow,” he groaned, face planted firmly in the wet grass and mud of this strange locale. His eyes darted up to scan. Had he been dropped in the Tangled Green?
He quickly shuffled to his knees. Something about his surroundings felt decidedly… different than the deciduous domain he’d erected his Clubhouse in, but then where was he? It was more jungley than the parts of the Green he’d become used to.
His heart skipped a beat. Was it the Deep Jungle? Had whatever magic he and Blues pulled off somehow finally transported him back home, where he’d longed to go for so long? Had he finally made it back to the Disney Realms? Could he reclaim his throne and finally take the fight to the Heartless like he’d intended all those years ago?
“Tarzan?!” he shouted, clambering up a tree trunk and posting up on a branch, searching for the realm’s guardian. “Jane?”
A light breeze blew Proto Man’s scarf from where it sat on his shoulder, carrying it back down to the forest floor and the muddy ground. The King turned and leapt down after it.
He never made it to the ground. The tree branch he’d been perched upon whipped after him, wrapping around his tiny ankle and yanking him back, tossing him deeper into the forest. He flew—screaming loudly—through the tops of the trees, flailing madly until he’d finally smashed into a small rock formation a little ways away. He tumbled backwards, rolling down into the depths of a deep, dark cave.
Um. That tree had just mousehandled him.
Yeah, this was definitely not his home.
He didn’t have long to consider where it could’ve been before he finally landed on the cave floor, conking his head against the side of a stalagmite and slipping into unconsciousness.
Wherever he was, this whole trip was making Mickey Mouse just feel straight up ill.