Gemma was animating at her desk, as per usual. Though, this time, something was different. Her tablet pen wasn't working, an artist's worst nightmare! Well, other than flash crashing without saving. Or drawing everything on the wrong layer. Or accidentally sending nsfw art to your parents. But... that's unrelated. She taps the pen against the tablet a few times, groaning in frustration.
"Are you serious? What the heck, I just got this!!" She taps it against the tablet a few more times, then tries drawing circles on it, staring at her screen in intense focus. Then, a soft, yellow glow lit up her screen furthermore than her screen did. She looked down and saw a yellow portal had appeared on her tablet. She looks at her pen. "....Ohhhh crap, this is the portal pen, isn't it? How do I keep making this mista-" before she knew it, a skinny arm had grabbed hers, and dragged her into the portal with surprising strength.
She fell to the concrete floor of wherever she was with an 'oof,' and quickly took her arm away from whomever was grabbing her. She looks up and hisses, then her eyes widen in surprise. This dude had no nose, the heck? She stands up and dusts herself off. "Uh... who are you?"
"The name's Mario... and what the heck was that portal thing??" He asks in curiosity, his eyes glistening with clear interest. She takes a step back from the shorter guy and looks back at the portal she had been pulled through, wondering how she even managed to fit through it.
"...Do you often just... poke your hand through random portals? Without putting something in first to test if it's safe?" Gemma looks back at Mario, an eyebrow raised.
He glances at the portal, realizes how badly the situation could've ended, then clears his throat. "Uh.... well, no... wait, technically, yes. I'd consider this the first time I've ever seen a portal that seemingly leads to another dimension," he answers, shrugging. She looks at his wrist and notices a bracelet on it.
She points to the bracelet. "Is that a scrunchie?" she snickers, smirking slightly.
"Huh? What? No, it's just a wristband," he answers. "That's not what's important here. What dimension are you from? How did you make a portal? Why this dimension?"
She shakes her head as if shaking away the questions, "Okay, shut up. That's enough questions. What makes you assume I'm from a different dimension? Also... that's one thick-ass wristband dude. You sure it's not a scrunchie?"
"Well I- what- it's not a scrunchie good lord, it's just a wristband. As for the dimension part..." he holds his arm out close to hers, showing how different in size and build they were.
She was a little taken aback. " God damn, how can someone be more underweight than I am? Y'all in a famine or sum'?"
"This is... the normal size of an arm here. Also, look how damn tall you are," he says, pointing out the fact that even on his tippy toes the top of his head wouldn't reach her chin. "This is average height!"
"Well... I'm like 5'11. Tall for a female," Gemma shrugs, brushing off his accusations.
"That is NOT what 5'11 looks like- you're like seven feet tall!" He says. "Also, look at your nose!" He boops her nose.
She slaps away his hand. "Don't boop my nose. Everyone on Earth has a.... okay yeah, you got me, you're definitely not from my dimension. I've been screwing with you this entire time."
He smiles confidently, saying, "I knew it!" He plucks a strand of her hair off. "I'm just gonna borrow this," he gets out a machine he's totally always had from seemingly nowhere, putting in the DNA sample for the machine to analyze.
"Another Shack, I see. Able to summon things out of thin air," Gemma crosses her arms, not seeming too bothered about the current situation.
"What are you talking about? This has been here the entire time," he turns to the machine and presses a few buttons.
'This DNA sample does not match current human DNA, and no similar samples have been found on this planet. However, I congratulate you on finally being able to touch a woman, Mario,' the machine says.
She raises her eyebrows, concerned at that response. "Is- is your machine sentient? Wait- no similar samples? Do I... do I not exist in this dimension?"
"Clearly not. Unless you want me to search through every human with your exact name that's ever existed to see if we can find a match," Mario looks back at her, turning the machine off.
"You would do that?" She was wondering what the chances of her not existing in a dimension would be, then realized it wasn't actually that small.
"Hell no, that'd take ages. I have a machine for that," he pulls another machine from out of literally nowhere."
"...Alright, nope, gotta go, bye, ttyl," Gemma cuts him off before he could do anything and yeets herself back through the portal, landing in her chair and quickly retracting the yellow portal with the pen. "What a weirdo... hehe, voldemort lookin' ass- oh wait, I should probably tell Graham about this, shouldn't I," she sighs at having a task to do and stands up, walking downstairs and to the basement, her cat trailing after her. She walks into the laboratory. "Ay Graham, I accidentally teleported to some other dimension... but this portal was weird. It was yellow," she explains, and Graham, who had been staring into a microscope, quickly perks up and turns around.
"Y-Yellow? Do you mean gold? Please don't tell me you visited the Gold Graham Group," he says worriedly, quickly walking over and taking the tablet pen from her.
"Yuck, hell no. Those guys are buncha weirdos," she shudders, remembering previous encounters with those Grahams. "Though, it was definitely yellow, not gold. Accidentally used the pen to animate again. Didn't work, obviously." He clicks two of the pen buttons at the same time and a holographic screen appears, displaying cryptic text. There was only one thing she could recognize, and that was the dimension code, which... actually, was different than she normally remembered. 'TrCO-16.' Not only were there four letters when there's only three at most, but there was a lowercase letter. "....Uhh, Graham, what does the-"
"Gemma, you fudging cookie!" Graham whips around, glaring at Gemma with a frustrated smile.
Although Gemma was taken aback by his expression, she raises an eyebrow. "....Fudging cookie?"
"That's a CROSSOVER dimension! Do you have any idea what you've just done?!" Graham throws the pen across the room and it hits the wall, hard. Luckily, it didn't break, but it did fall to the ground behind some random machine Graham had.
"...Are you going to pick that up or..." Graham grunts and pushes past Gemma, who trails off and watches him move the machine to the side with surprising strength, picking up the pen and dusting it off.
"Dimension's official name is Trull. Wonder who named it... and why that," Graham blows on the pen to get the last bits of dust off. Gemma crosses her arms.
"What's our dimension's name then, genius?" Gemma asks, her eyebrow still raised in a questioning expression.
He looks at Gemma, looking her up and down, waits for a moment, then says, "The best dimension."
Gemma shakes her head, uncrossing her arms. "Seriously? That's what you named it? No, I'm not buying it. What's it really called."
Graham clears his throat nervously and puts his pen in a pocket in his jeans. "Alright, well, you know that one show you're animating?"
Gemma didn't really see the relevance of this, but of course answers, "...Jacquest?"
"...Well uh... ah, nevermind, it doesn't matter what the name of our dimension is, heheh..." he chuckles nervously. Before Gemma could question him further, a yellow portal appears, and out steps Mario. "Oh brownies..."
"Seriously? Cookies? Brownies? Are you coming down from a sugar rush or something?" Gemma looks at Graham, then back at Mario. "Alright Luigi, what are you doing here."
"I- wha- really? Luigi? That's... there's no way you did that on accident," he says, the portal closing behind him.
Gemma smiles and starts clapping. "Wow! We have a detective over here, that's amazing!"
"Gemma, chill," both Graham and Mario say in sync, and they look at each other. "...So, you're a scientist?" They ask, still in sync. They both laugh, then both say, "you talk- oh- no, I can stay quiet. So-"
"Okay holy crap we are not doing this," Gemma steps in between the two. "Since Graham seems incapable of asking basic questions... why are you here?"
Mario seemed a little confused at first, then he shook his head. "Are you kidding me? I'm here to ask why you came to our dimension... and how you even knew our dimension existed! I also have a bunch of questions that hopefully your blond friend could answer," Mario says, putting a pair of scissors away and taking out a notepad and pencil.
Gemma's eyes widen in recognition. "Oh no, there's no way in hell you made dimensional scissors. Are you kidding me? Why not a portal gun? Or something original?" she questions the scientist, her brows furrowed in annoyance.
"Well, it's what I had to work with..." Mario shrugs, then remembers something. "Oh yeah, I brought a... friend. Just in case I were to get stuck here, so I wouldn't be stuck forever by myself."
"See why you don't enter crossover dimensions?" Graham sighs, looking at Gemma, who shrugs in response.
"Uh... crossover dimension? Why are they named as if they're... TV series, or something...?" Mario was confused, and Graham laughed.
"Oh, don't worry. This dimension is far from ever becoming a television show," he looks at Gemma, who stares back with a confused gaze. He clears his throat. "Anyway... who's this 'friend' you're talking about? Is it a dog? A cat? Some other fan-service-y animal, like a fox or ferret?"
"Uh... no, he's just a human," Mario shrugs, and out from behind him steps another male, one who seemingly had no pupils.
"Oh God, is he blind? Don't have him touch anything in here," Gemma steps protectively in front of Graham, awaiting an equally snarky but light-hearted response from the smaller male. However, that response never came. She looks at Graham, who's eyes shone with amazement. "Oh God oh fuck not this again."
The glove-wearing 'alien' looks at Graham, then at Gemma, confused. "Is... he okay?"
Gemma shakes her head, sighing. "Uh, well... this uh... doesn't happen often, but..." she looks the brunet up and down, her face scrunching up slightly at the sight of his obviously unwashed gloves. "He... he does this whenever he uh..." she coughs. "Sees someone... he considers... of a quality that is... greater... to his most prominent feature..."
Mario looks from Graham to his friend, then at Gemma, his eyes widening. "Wait, wait wait..." he starts to laugh slightly. "Does... does Graham think Justin's cute?" He bursts out laughing.
"Honestly, I don't have any witty comment for this. This is just... stupid," she looks at Graham and snaps her fingers. "Ay! Graham! Snap out of it!" Once there was no response, she began to shake him. "GRAHAM! EARTH TO GRAHAM!!"
After Mario was done laughing for a solid minute, he got up. "Ahah... hah.. okay.. that's... that's gold..." Mario says, catching his breath. The brunet looks at him and frowns.
"Do you not think I'm good-looking?" He points to himself, and Mario raises a brow.
"Dude. Don't be gay. Also, take a frickin' shower, God damn dude," he shakes his head and walks to a lab table with an assortment of colorful-liquids lined up neatly in beakers, all wearing labels with cryptic writing on them. He looks at them with interest, and picks up an orange potion, reading the label. Despite most of the labels being cryptic, this just said, 'Julie's potion.'
Gemma, who was still attempting to bring Graham back to reality, looks at Justin, then notices Mario missing. "God dammit, where's Wario... listen buddy, don't touch anything here. Not a thing. Got it?" Justin takes a moment to think, then nods in acknowledgement. Gemma turns her head to the side and sees Mario, who was looking at her while slowly putting the potion back he had touched. "You guys are literally children. She walks up to him and swipes the potion from his hand, looking at the label. Her face scrunches up in disgust and she shudders.
"What does that do?" Mario asks, looking at it curiously.
She puts the potion back where it was and looks at him, shaking her head and saying, "You wouldn't want to know. Trust me on this one." She then looks at the other potions. "However, I can tell you about some of these other ones." She picks up a light-blue solution. "This is a healing liquid that heals any wounds. I don't know how the Hell it works, but it does." She takes a sip and her eyes snap open, spitting the blue liquid out. "Nevermind, that was Windex."
Mario looks at Gemma. "Why would he put Windex in a beaker as if it's a potion?" Gemma simply shrugs in response, picking up a bullet with a light-blue rim. She then grabs a gun and puts the bullet inside. Mario holds his hands up. "Heyyy now, I'm not gonna touch anything else..."
"Chill, it's healing bullets," she says as she shoots Graham through the head, his body faling to the ground.
Mario looks at Graham's body, horrified. "...WHY WOULD YOU PUT A HEALING POTION IN BULLETS? Isn't that a little... I dunno... counter-intuitive?" Mario looks back at Gemma, who had placed the gun back down and was holding up a neon-red potion.
Gemma shrugs, "it's a good conversation starter." She pours the red liquid on the ground, and it begins to burn away the floor. "Healing acid."
"Healing acid? I can't believe it. I finally met someone more insane than Max, Andrew, Justin and I combined," he says, looking off into space in disbelief.
"Oh no, we're definitely worse," Justin says, sitting down by Graham's body.
Mario sighs. "For once, you have a point. We... we should probably leave. And never come here again. Ever." He turns around and puts a hand on Justin's shoulder. "C'mon dude, let's go."
Justin pokes Graham's cheek, then looks up at Mario. "Okay!" He nods, standing up, but then realizing his hand was stuck. He looks down at his hand... and sees that his skin had melted through his glove into Graham's skin. His eyes widen, and exclamation points appear as pupils within his eyes. "....aaAHHH WHAT THE FU-"
Gemma facepalms. "I said don't touch ANYTHING. What about that don't you understand??"
Mario clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Tsk tsk tsk, Justin. This is what happens when you don't wash your gloves. Okay, let's get you off," Mario says as he puts his left hand on the skin connecting the two boys. He puts his right hand on Graham's chest, trying to push away from Graham. He then tries to remove his hands, but realizes in horror that his skin had also melded into Graham's and Justin's. "...Oooookay, well, this isn't going as planned, that's for sure...!" He looks at Gemma with wide eyes. "How come I could touch you earlier and it was fine??"
"Well obviously it's because our character personalities are so different. What's probably happening is that the universe knows you two aren't supposed to be here, and are now combining you with someone similar enough in personality," Gemma explains, letting out a heavy sigh. She grabbed an axe hidden in the corner of the room. "Reeallly should've stayed out of our dimension. Sorry about this." She raises her arms to strike the axe, and Justin holds out his other, non-connected hand.
"Wait! Wait wait wait, no, don't do this! We'll find a way out, please don't kill us!" He cried, tears coming out of his eyes. Mario looks at him, unamused.
Mario shakes his head, "Justin, crying isn't going to get you anywhere in life. Haven't your parents taught you anything?"
"You idiots, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna cut your hands off," she smiles, swinging the axe down on their hands. The two scream in pain because... there goes their hands!
"My hands! My favorite hands!" Mario cried, then gasped as his hands started to regenerate. "...Healing-?"
"Healing axe. I'm not a monster," Gemma shrugs, tossing the axe somewhere else. "Alright, well, I think you two have already developed PTSD, so it's time for you two to go." She grabs the pen off of Graham's body, typing in coordinates in a hidden compartment to the pen. While she does this, another portal opens up, and out pops one head with blue cat ears, then another with red eyes. Gemma was actually more shocked to see the red eyes than the cat ears, putting her hand on her cheek. "Eyes...."
The guy with red eyes smiles, seeing Gemma, then his eyes drift slightly downwards to her chest. "Daaaamnnnn," he says, and the blue-haired cat guy pushes him out of the portal in disgust. He then walks through the portal.
"Sorry to interrupt- well, not really, but, have you seen two idiots? Both probably gay, one with cum-stained gloves, the other with..." he looks down and sees a definitely scarred-for-life Mario and Justin. "...a stupid scrunchie." Mario looks up at the cat dude and his expression turns from fear to anger.
He pushes himself up and dusts himself off. "It's a wristband, not. A. SCRUNCHIE. I swear Max, I have no idea why you're still in our house," he grabs Max and shoves him back into the portal. Mario looks at Gemma. "Let's not meet again," he says as he picks up Justin, who had passed out by this point, and drags him into the portal, the portal closing. Gemma sighs in relief.
"Glad that's over..." she looks to her side and sees the red-eyed man looking down at Graham. "God dammit."
"Is... is he okay?" He kicks the leg of Graham, and Gemma sighs, walking back over to the lab table.
"Yeah, yeah. Just shot him with a healing gun," she says, looking at the bullets and picking one up. She reads some small text engraved within the bullet. 'Windex bullets for the new kitchen-gun! NOT HEALING BULLETS, DON'T SHOOT OTHERS WITH IT!' She looks at Graham, then back at the bullet. "....Oops."
He chuckles, "Yeah, healing gun. That's what I call-" Gemma whips around and glares at him, and he smirks. "Hey, feisty, are we?" She shakes her head.
"No, listen, I'm not in the mood for-" she glances down and her eyes widen, looking away. "OHMYGOD you have no pants on."
"Heh, is something wrong with that?" He puts his hands on his hips, and Gemma grabs an actual healing potion.
"I'm 24 and not in the mood to become a registered sexual predator by looking at some teenager's dick," she grunts as she pours the potion onto Graham's body.
"Ohhh, 24. Ten more years and you could be a MIL-" before he could finish that thought, a yellow potion opens behind him and Mario's arm comes out, grabbing the red-eye guy by his hoodie hood and pulling him into the portal, closing behind him. Gemma sighs and waits for a Graham to wake up. Minutes pass. Then, she heard a portal open behind her.
"Mario, I am not in the mood to..." she looks over her shoulder, and sees two pale, teenage boys looking at her. She stares at them for a moment, but before she could say anything, they were gone. "...Did... Did I just meet our creators?"
Graham's eyes shoot open and he smiles. "Nope! Our creator's a trannie!"
Gemma gasps and her brows furrow. "GRAHAM! LANGUAGE!"
-End-
