“And what reality is that?” the blonde scientist queried, wanting a real answer.
Jumping up onto the stone frame of the well at the center of the bar, Toltirr cried, “Come! Come and observe for yourselves! I want you to save the world of Naruto!!” as he said that, the water of the well swirled, showing the image of a blonde boy in orange pants and blue shirt with goggles on his head sleeping on a tree branch, a snot bubble growing and shringing on his left nostril as he snored.
Although she wasn’t looking into the pool, those words made the werecheetah raise her head, the spotted blonde’s attitude suddenly perky. “Did someone mention fish-cakes!?” she’d gotten to try some at the local sushi restaurant as a topper for her seafood hot-pot... those things were spongy but deliciously fishy!
Shaking her head, Gina told her younger sisters, “No, Britanny. If this is what I think Toltirr means, he wants to send us to a world based on a manga in our reality—or rather was, in our reality—that went by the title of ‘Naruto’. We’re not talking about the actual food.”
“Damn it!” the feline lycanthope beauty huffed. I’m STARVING!” she cried out irritably, right before her stomach grumbled audibly. Well, that certainly sucked: who knew you could get hungry in eternity? “Isn’t there anything to eat around here!?”
“Trust me,” Toltirr replied. “Wait until you get to the other world. You don’t want to eat ANYTHING here... hell, I own the place and I wouldn’t eat anything here!”
Brianna raised an eyebrow at that. “Then what and where do you eat?” she queried with a rather curious tone to her voice. “And why don’t you stock it here?”
Toltirr gave a smile more fitting for a cat talking to a young lady named Alice. “I keep nothing up here because I already have tons and tons—and I mean metric tons here, so that weighs more—of various supplies to see me through the End of Times in the basement.”
*ZIP-BANG-ZOOM*!
*THUD!!
“Of course,” the entity that was chaos incarnate added. “In this version of reality, the door is so broken that you can’t open it from this side either...” he frowned as a thought occurred. “You know, in one of those realities in the multiverse, I really need to fix that damned thing... if only just for something different.”
“Owwie...” weakly came from down the corridor.
Tsking, the small feline shook his head. “Oh dear, oh dear... would one of you go get her?” Toltirr asked. “I would, but I’m feeling lazy... and I’m pretty sure the roaches will try to kidnap her, and we really don’t have the needed funds to pay for ransom right now.”
“...You’re an Elder God,” Gina offered.
“And I’m running a bar,” returned Toltirr as he held out a paw in an exaggerated fashion. “And why, look at how busy it is... on a good day, no less!”
Shaking her head as the small feline motioned around him, the blonde scientist sighed as she turned to look towards her youngest sibling/half-clone/daughter. “Brianna?”
“Yeah, sis?” the taller and more buxom blonde asked in reply.
“Could you please go and save Britanny before something I’m sure we’ll regret happens?” she requested in a soft tone. “Besides, I’d like to have a talk in private with Mr. Elder God here...”
The lycanthropoid gasped in shock. “But Gina,” the woman in broken armor spoke up. “You can’t just try and take on an Elder God verbally alone! You already broke Peter Venkman’s Rule! You admitted that you’re human!”
Raising an eyebrow, Toltirr politely interjected, “Excuse me, ladies. But I already knew she was mortal from the start. So I never even asked Gina if she were a god or not.”
“...Well, what if you had and she said yes?”
“I’d laugh. And then laugh some more,” replied the feline with a shifting pelt of black and violet as he shook his head. “Seriously, go get your sister. Those roaches are some BAD news; never did forgive me for forcing them to reenact ‘Lost’.”
*Beep-beep*!
Blinking, the three turned, seeing a truly mini-van drive across the floor, smoke training both from the tailpipe and windows, and loud rap music being played.
“Oh, the ones from the Northwest side of the bar,” Toltirr nodded.
“...Friends?” Gina asked hopefully.
The small cat-like god shook his head. “Nope: probably still upset I never called them back after the last casting call.”
“Okay,” she responded before...
*Crunch*!
Now decked in a plaid design of violet hues, black and grays, Toltiir shook his head. “And now the fragile gang truce is destroyed.”
The taller blonde turned her attention to the feline. “And what does that mean?” Brianna asked.
With a swipe of his tail, Toltirr knocked a discolored spork into her hand; the woman’s keen hand-eye coordination allowing her to catch it without poking herself on the eating utensil’s mini-prongs. “When you go, better be armed. And remember: don’t buy anything from strangers in an alley. If a deal’s too good to be true, it probably is.”
Scrutinizing the spork in her grasp for a moment, Brianna then shifted her attention to the diminutive feline of the cosmos. “Can’t I at least get a clean—”
“Just go get Britanny!” the eldest sister interrupted her junior. “This place IS chaos. I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to Britanny now...” she gave her sister a pleading look. “Please. Trust me on this...”
The taller blonde furrowed her eyebrows. “Trust you like we were supposed to when our universe came crashing down?” she crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at her sibling. Britanny wasn’t the only one to lose a child and significant other, you know...” unlike Britanny, she’d managed to hold her rage in but even she was feeling a tad spiteful over that.
Wincing guiltily at the insult, Gina weakly tried, “Not like I can do much worse...”
Rolling her eyes, the buxom lycanthropoid released a heavy, long-suffering sigh. “Fine. But if this bar suddenly goes up in a fiery inferno of nothingness, I will kick your ass!” And with that said, she turned about and went in the direction the werecheetah had run off to.
Once her sister was gone, the blonde turned her full attention to the God. “All right Mr... Toltirr, was it?”
“Toltirr or Toltiir work. Some people prefer to spell it with two i’s, while others, two r’s. Neither is wrong, really...” the little cat said as his pelt settled on a pure black for the moment. “Now, I take it there’s something you want?”
Nodding her head, Gina got straight to the point. “When you say you wish to send us to the world of Naruto, are we talking about the child who is the son of a ninja village’s fourth Hokage, who ended up having one of the nine Bijuu—the Nine-Tails of all things—sealed into him, and overall had writer and artist Kishimoto shit all over his life while elevating a little emo bastard with Hax-Eyes to greater and greater heights as if he were a Mary Sue Self-Insert?”
“The same,” the cat was quick to reply. “Although the concept that the boy and the world around him are a creation of Kishimoto is only prevalent to a number of worlds... to Naruto and the others, it’s their reality; that the Sage of Six Paths took down the Juubi and brought forth the golden age of ninja out of the ruins of the former age of man...”
“Yeah, about that...” the woman asked. Taking off her glasses, she leaned down and stared the smaller feline in the eyes. “Do we get a choice of when we go back? I mean, if we’re part of Minato’s peer group, we could easily solve ALL the boy’s problems; nip them in the bud before they even start!”
Nodding his head in agreement, the small deity of chaos replied, “True, true... however, then it stops being Naruto’s story and becomes, “The Further Adventures of Minato Namikaze”. So the answer to that is: no...” he shook his head. “You cannot ignore that the boy is the child of destiny where he comes from and... let’s face it. He does pretty damn well for himself DESPITE all his disadvantages. While that is commendable, the fact is he really does need a lot of help. A. LOT. OF. HELP.” the feline stated firmly, punctuating each word to make sure there was no mistake in what he was saying.
“Well, no duh!” Gina stated before standing up. “I read the manga. That’s why I’m also asking if this insert will do anything to these,” she stated, hefting her two biggest non-brainy attributes.
“Oh please!” the chaos kitty snorted before jumping up onto one of the tables. “You guys are drawn with about as much on top as Tsunade.”
That gave the scientist pause. She blinked her eyes once, twice. “...Drawn?”
“Technically, are you the dream or the dreamer?” Toltiir stated firmly. “Just as Naruto’s world is the dream of a manga artist in your world—and an infinite number of others—so too, is—was—your world the dream of another artist.”
Gina’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the feline. “And how do you know that?”
A huge grin split over the Elder Chaos God’s feline face. “Because I tricked some Greg Sharppe fellow and a bunch of other internet nerds into thinking I am their creation,” Toltirr said with a deep, mysterious chuckle. He shook his head before shifting gears. “But, you were asking if the change will alter your appearances in any way, and I shall answer with an emphatic: ‘meh’,” he said, waving his paw from side to side. “Not planning on it, but a diet can change a lot, and while sharing many similarities, the Konohagakure Ninja Academy is a bit tougher than the Atlanta Public School System.”
Taking this all in, Gina nodded her head slowly. “I see...” she scratched her chin in thought, wondering how to continue. “Well then, since you have no real control over the bodies... how do you plan to make sure Britanny has her...” she paused as she considered the right term for a moment. “Abilities. As much as I hate to admit it, her being a werecheetah has been a huge boon to us. She doesn’t really have any marketable job skills otherwise...”
Again, the small deity answered with a resounding, “Meh. Easy enough, really. Like I said, I’ll sprinkle ‘seeds’ here and there, let the butterfly effect work its magic... perhaps introduce Iceron around the time of the Sage of Six Paths and bam! By the time Naruto and the rest of you all are born, lycanthropy will be considered a low-grade kekkei genkai.”
“...A bloodline?” the blonde woman asked curiously before placing her glasses back on her face. “You really think you can do that? And besides that point...” she frowned. “You mentioned us being born around the same time as Naruto. Can’t we at least be a little bit older? If we have at least between five-to-ten years on him, we'll be able to do a lot more to look out for him.”
Toltirr met the woman’s gaze. “Like I said, as long as something—in this case, lycanthropy—is created by a human and not me, I can get away with it... and as for you...” he frowned, tail swishing back and forth behind him. “No offense, but if I went and made you peers with the likes of Iruka’s or even Kakashi’s age group, then once again, it stops being Naruto’s story and becomes, “Gold Digger 2.0”—now with two-hundred percent MORE ninjas... and you don’t want to be a Mary Sue like an Uchiha, do you?” he shook his head and told her firmly, “No. It’s the blond boy’s story—despite what some Sasuke fans may insist—and if he’s going to do it better this time around, then he’s going to need people with good heads on their shoulders guiding him in the right direction early on...” he raised an eyebrow. “I mean, come on! You read the manga. When did anyone actually go out of their way to genuinely train him BEFORE the Search for Tsunade started?”
Pausing for a moment, the blonde woman mulled over the question for a moment. “Iruka tried to teach him the Academy curriculum... Kakashi taught his whole team tree-walking and then there was Jiraiya allowing him to sign the Toad Summoning Contract.”
“So, he got schooling he couldn’t really learn from as other teachers sabotaged it, a most basic ninja skill, and one Summoning so rare and advanced it has no applicable advantage to D-Ranks missions.” The feline raised a paw and waved it while sarcastically remarking, “Whoop-di-friggin’-doo! It just screams, ‘Child of Prophecy’, don’t it?”
“...Point,” Gina relented. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts as she considered that. “So, basically, we have to save him from a horrendously failed education.”
The small feline nodded his head firmly. “Right: no different than when you taught a college course,” Toltirr stated. “Except... here, it’s more like a sports team and Naruto can only throw the ball through the hoop... and the bleachers behind it.”
“...Bad analogy.”
“Hey, the TV here gets religious mumbo-jumbo and Jamaican Curling trials! But needless to say, yeah; you’ll have to build him from the ground up,” the Chaos Deity admitted.
“So, when will we be... awoken, I guess would be the proper word?” Gina continued. “I mean, before Neji turned into an emo? Save the Uchiha? Some point in the anime where it was a filler arc?” she cringed. Please don’t let it be during the ‘Curry of Life’...
Tilting his head as he looked at the woman, Toltirr took a surprisingly serious tone. “Actually, there are some areas that are what we call, “Hard Sets”: no matter what you do, they WILL happen. Such examples inc;lude Naruto getting the gift of an orange outfit from Hinata on his eighth birthday, the kidnapping of the Hyuuga Heiress, the Uchiha Massacre, Naruto failing his Academy exam a third time, and Mizuki then proceeding to trick the boy into stealing the Forbidden Scroll and learning the Kage Bushin...”
Gina cringed at that bit of news. “So we’re not awakening until Chapter One ends?” she asked nervously. “You realize he’ll have twelve years of stunted development in all areas: social, physical, educational, and emotional, right?”
“Well now, I didn’t say THAT,” the small mischief god replied. “I said they were, ‘Hard Sets’. While that means they WILL take place... that doesn’t mean you can’t change HOW they will happen. So it’s very possible that... oh...” he swished his purple tail back and forth for a moment. “If you skip all the baby stuff and awaken at the age of six or seven, you may be able to save Hinata. Not sure what a bunch of kids can do against three adult Kumo Chuunin and one Jounin but it’s better than leaving her alone and allowing that whole nasty business with the Hyuuga Clan to happen.”
Considering this for a moment, Gina slowly nodded her head. “...So basically, we’re going to remember once we’re past the stage of initial childhood developments...” the blonde muttered. “Still means we’re going to only get half the time to make changes before the series’ ‘start’...”
“Hey!” the small feline snapped. “Have YOU tried to interject an entire adult consciousness into a baby’s brain? It makes their gray matter gusher right out the soft-spot of their little craniums! It’s messy and not all that appealing!”
Gina grunted in agreement... before blinking as a realization hit her. “Hey, wait a minute now! The kidnapping of Hinata happened before that! And there was only one Kumo Nin involved!”
“That you know of,” Toltirr countered. “Unlike the anime or manga, you will know all the missing parts! Besides, as I said before,” said the black feline, changing the subject. “With the difficulty of shoving you up another universe’s ass without them knowing their ethereal black cherry was popped—damned Bastet hanging around too much in all realities!!!—I can’t really give you a definite point where you might enter and become aware of it. I’m relatively certain it will be before the time-skip, but that’s not really the point...” he looked up to meet Gina’s eyes. “Just by injecting you, my little butterfly, reality will change. For all we know, the simple act of dumping you into the po’dunk of Konoha will change things.”
The blonde scientist gulped. “True... but what could us simply existing there do to—”
The small feline held up a paw, silencing her. “Think about it. Maybe the Kumo Nin will come after you first? Maybe the Uchiha won’t be so anal with your family there to give the proverbial yank on those forests shoved up their asses? Maybe Mumsey will kill Danzou for...” he blinked his eyes. “Well, she won’t really need a reason. He’s just an asshole, so maybe you can pass that award onto him.”
Suddenly just aware of how heavy the medal was in her pocket, the scientist spoke once the Elder God took his paw off her mouth. “So what you’re saying is that no matter what, canon may change before we are even aware we are supposed to be changing it?”
“Yep!” the small black and purple feline answered. And if you need proof, I have a ton of realities that you didn’t crash to prove it, all thanks to a ditzy tanned blonde great-great-granddaughter of Washu.”
Gina sighed heavily. “All right... fine...” she frowned. “One more question. Any chance I can get a lab?”
“Sure. Save up your Ryo and start from the ground up,” Toltirr replied honestly. “It’s what Orochimaru did. Just don’t go kidnapping villagers to use as test subjects like he did; ANBU and the T&I Forces tend to frown on that.”
And to that, the woman offered her own frown. “No offense, but Konoha seems to be an odd mix of Feudal Japan and Modern Day. It’s like Japan skipped the Industrial Revolution and took odd gleanings from modern day. There’s telephone poles, electric lights, radio head-sets, refrigerators, TELEVISION... even the odd computer or two. But nothing, and I mean NOTHING that is on par with what I’m used to... nothing that could come close!” she clapped her hands together and pleased. “So please, help a girl down on her luck and make her a sub-space pocket she can access with ‘Ass Pull no Jutsu’ and get herself squared away nicely to become a Super-Science Ninja?”
Toltirr shook his head. “Sorry! No can do: Ass Pull no Jutsu is copyrighted property of the Uchiha Clan,” the fickle feline quipped. “It’s better known as the Sharingan.”
“...Seriously?” Gina asked. “I do know Puppy-Eyes-no-Jutsu!”
The diminutive deity stared at her flatly. “...I’m a cat, my dear.”
“...Kitty-Eyes,” the blonde amended.
“Won’t work either,” Toltiir stated firmly. “Besides, didn’t you build a workshop out of the stuff an undead asshole left in a dungeon cell with you? A dungeon cell on JADE?”
“...Yes,” the adventuring archaeologist replied after a moment. “But much like a cell phone user, I’ve seen better, thus I want it instead of the crap I had a week ago.”
Rolling his eyes, the small black feline grumbled, “And just look where that attitude got you!”
“Enough of the moral lessons; make with the reality whammy.” As the feline just glared at her, Gina politely begged. “Please. It’s my birthday: thirty-three. No one should go without a present on their birthday...”
“...Fine. I’ll give you a hint,” Toltiir stated with a sarcastic smile. “You can build the tech there, but you have to make it fit in.”
Gina snorted. “Fit in, in a world like that?” as the deity glared at her once more, the woman replied in a soft voice. “...Birthday? Happy birthday to me?”
“...Fine...” the small feline replied after a moment. “Just make it pop out like a Summoning Contract and the local deities probably won’t either notice or give a damn.”
Blinking her eyes once, twice, the blonde stared incredulously at the small feline. “...Seriously?”
Toltirr merely shrugged. “Hell if I know! You’ve seen the series, so we can safely assume they must either miss a lot or have some great stuff cooking in their basement...”
Considering that for a moment, the woman just shuddered. “True. With all the times Orochimaru, Madara Uchiha, and Nagato and the Akatsuki were pushing to attain godhood of their own and/or take control of all sentient life on their planet, you’d THINK any local deities would take notice. What happened: were they waiting for Naruto, a ‘child of prophecy’ to take care of it for them?”
“Probably a bit of Column A and a bit of Column B...” the small violet and black checkered feline god answered honestly.
The scientist blinked her eyes at that reponse. “But I only gave one suggestion.”
“And I gave the other,” Toltirr replied. “They probably got so stoned off of whatever recipe they got from the Sage of Six Paths that they’re hoping Naruto will fix everything for them... which is a laugh, considering none of them saw fit to supply the kid with the needed skills nor gifts of legendary artifacts or jutsu to help him along his path. I mean, you’d THINK they would have at least let him be adopted into a good family for cryin’ out loud!”
It suddenly clicked with Gina. “And since the local gods or whatever passes for a pantheon there can’t get their shit together—with the exception of being vengeful assholes if someone else should even DARE to set a toe on their turf let alone try anything—it’s up to you to fix things through us lowly mortals who would otherwise go unnoticed by that world’s forces that be?”
“BINGO!” the chaos kitty cheered. “And looks like you figured it out just in time too! Your sisters have returned!”
Turning about, the glasses-decked blonde gawked at the sight that greeted her. “GIRLS! What happened!?”
Britanny coughed out some smoke, the werecheetah having to lean against Brianna; her clothes in a state of disarray and strips of cloth and denim missing. “Roaches...” she gasped out in a raspy voices. “Roaches tried... to make me a drug mule. Started sticking millimeter-sized bags of... roach-crack... in cracks I didn’t even know I had!” she wailed tearfully.
Brianna could only nod in agreement, patting down a few burned areas in her outfit her breastplate and lift shin-guard completely missing along with a huge gash visible along the left side of her Kevlar bodysuit. “Speaking of which... Toltirr! Where did they even get plasma guns and railgun tech!?”
“In this bar, probably fell out of someone’s pocket, or they downloaded the plans of the local networks—the WiFi is about the only thing free here,” Toltirr offered. “Just be glad you escaped before they shaved you and tattooed you to mark you as their property.”
“They did shave me!” Britanny yelled, holding up her left arm to show off a bare rectangular patch on her bicep.
“...Did you not hear the, ‘and’ when I was talking?” asked the velvet-purple cat.
The blonde lycanthropoid glared at the little cat bastard. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” asked Brianna, not sure she’d like the answer.
She didn’t. “For one, I run a bar. For two, the deities who deal with bugs have a union. And for three, that union is filled with underage people. And if you think your ABC’s are tough, you haven’t seen what we have... er, had here.”
Brianna grunted. “Fine. Whatever...” she shook her head in annoyance for a moment before she turned her attention to her eldest sister. “So, Gina...” she stated firmly, ignoring how Britanny was starting to rant about uneven pelt growth. “Did you find out what you wanted?” she leaned in closer and whispered, “Is this guy legit or what?”
Gina slowly nodded her head. “He’s the real deal... and he’s going to help us as best he can...” she cringed. “But believe me when I say we got a long and arduous road ahead of us...” the blonde scientist sighed. “Just one more thing...” she spoke up as she looked towards Toltirr. “I know we have to save his reality and make Naruto a better person... but do we also have to help him achieve his dream of becoming Hokage? You know how the people see him! We’d have to kill everyone over the age of twenty to get him to be accepted one-hundred percent!”
“That’s one way of doing it,” Toltirr conceded. “Of course, you could wait until he’s older; after the time skip, and not likely to change the village to Hidden Ramen, plus winning their hearts and minds...”
The werecheetah stopped her ranting and merely stared in shock at the small feline. “...Are you saying we have to pull an Obama?” Britanny asked with trepidation.
“Yep,” Toltiir stated. “You even have that, ‘was he born here?’ issue already hanging over him.”
“My point,” Gina stated, trying to get things back on track. “Is how long might we have to stay there, what is the end point for the main us to be pulled out and sent home?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Toltirr stated, waving lazily. “You won’t have to worry about staying in some sappy epilogue, where he dies an old man, having fathered children with many of the female cast and so forth...” left unsaid was that THEY might become part of that female cast. “No, you will be pulled out when I feel that they won’t nuke themselves into oblivion and the world will carry on... or until the series is spun off to focus on the lives of his kids; whichever comes first.”
Gina nodded her head. “I think we can deal with that.” She turned her head to look towards her sisters. “So what do you think girls? Can we do this?”
Frowning, Britanny unconsciously rubbed the bare spot on her arm. “Well, not like we got much choice...” the werecheetah said in all seriousness. “I mean, it’s either get this right and get our reality rebooted... or stay here in a seedy bar with killer cockroaches who stole my wallet!!”
Nodding her head, Brianna agreed, “Best to just get this over and done with.”
Clapping his forepaws together, the diminutive deity of mischief replied, “Very well! Now then, ladies, walk up to the well and step in it.”
All three women looked over to the well at the center of the bar... and then turned their attention back to Toltirr, looking at him with an expression that flawlessly conveyed, ‘Are you kidding?’
Shaking his head at the women’s immediate refusal, Toltirr firmly stated, “I’m serious. Mimir’s Well is a very powerful and ancient magical focus. Its waters are what feed the almighty Yggdrasil—seriously, the gods were going green WELL before humans were—so that should give you an idea that this is more about wanting to use its ability to see through all words to send you to where you need to go and less about me wanting to give you dirty girls a bath!”
All three women looked between each other for a moment and then back down into the waters of the plaque-bearing stone structure in the center of the bar. The liquid was still, allowing the sisters to see the scenery of a village and what looked like a parody of Mount Rushmore not too far from it. Again, it was Gina that looked over at the cat.
Rolling his eyes, the black cat with purple polka-dots replied, “Look. I promise you, it’s all right. It’s not even that deep, despite how it looks. Just step in and everything will be fine.”
Sighing, the blonde scientist slowly nodded her head. “Come on, girls. Let’s get this show of errors on the road.” Even with that said the woman still had some trepidation about all this, even as she lifted a leg over the stone wall and into the water, breaking the surface and causing the image to distort. She shivered a little. It was cold; ice-cold... but at least she could feel her foot touch a solid surface. Releasing a solid breath as she just didn’t fall in, Gina nodded her head at her siblings. “Come on. It’s cold but fine.”
Grumbling about wet fur, the werecheetah was next to climb in, followed by the youngest sibling. Surprisingly, there was enough room for all of them. When the trio was settled within the surprisingly shallow well, the glasses-wearing woman tilted her head towards Toltirr. “Okay, Elder God... any last parting words?”
“Well, yes actually. Two things...” the small feline replied. “The first is that while your focus should be on Naruto and bettering him, the fact is you will still get some time for yourselves as well. A ‘Transitional Tangent’ period will take place; the Time-Skip.”
“Time-Skip?” Britanny quipped. “What do you mean a ‘Time-Skip’?”
Gina caught on immediately. “You mean the two and a half/three year period between the first Naruto series and Shippuden?”
Toltirr nodded his feline head. “Yep! While there are some things you can’t change about the world... that Transitional Period is up for grabs. It’s the only chance you’ll have for yourselves to make any major changes in your lives and the lives around you... but you’ll have just over two years to do it.” The chaos kitty then shrugged his shoulders. “True, your memories of that time may be a little fuzzy, but if you go into it with any thoughts or plans firmly in mind, you may just accomplish your goals when it’s over and Naruto returns to your lives.”
“That... that’s comforting...” Gina admitted, wondering if she could get a huge-ass super lab when Shippuden starts. “And the other thing.”
The cat walked over to the side of the well. “Simple: hold your breaths and try not to swallow.” With that said, he reached a hand up to a small lever on the side of Mimir’s Well and pulled.
*FLUUU~UUUUSHHHH!*!
“AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” was the trio of screams as the floor of the well beneath them seemingly dropped out as they sunk in suddenly, the waters swirling face as they disappeared down the drain, flushed away as it were into another reality.
Nodding his head as water slowly started to refill the well, the small feline grinned. “I really need to do that more often...” chuckling, he jumped up onto the ledge and looked down, to catch sight of...
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