ISN'T THIS WHERE WE CAME IN?
Written by Exotoro
The group is in the multiverse, with thousands of looks into different realities passing by them. An evil laugh from the Enemy echoes throughout the multiverse.
Unten: Give it up, Enemy!
Britt: Isn’t there a better name for this guy?
Ella Metals: His real name is Ektaz or Demos. Where’s his brother?
Ektaz: HE’S OUT OF THE PICTURE. I SENT ALL OF HIS COUNTERPARTS TO THE DIMENSIONAL CAGE.
TALKING ABOUT COUNTERPARTS, SHOULDN’T YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR OWN?
[Ektaz!Unten tackles his normal counterpart.]
Unten: He’s too powerful…
Britt: Damn it, Unten!
Ella Metals: Don’t you dare try to blame him!
Zander: Settle down everyo-
[Zander is tackled down by his Ektaz clone]
ScratchKat: Well, there goes the voice of reason.
Rachel: Guys, can’t we just get along?
Britt: No! You’re a sad criminal, why should we listen to you?
Rachel: Look, I did some shady stuff but…
Britt: Going out into a desert doesn’t change that!
Ella Metals: That’s where you were?
Hama: That’s odd, you don’t seem to remember that detail, but you remembered the detail about you and Jake and then kept it from us!
Ella Metals: Look…
Ektaz: HAHA, YOU HUMANS AND YOUR SILLY SQUABBLES. YOU’LL DESTROY EACH OTHER BEFORE YOUR COUNTERPARTS DO!
Three months prior…
Rachel: Alright guys, it’s taxes day.
[Unten hands her twenty bucks.]
[Rest of group (ScratchKat, Hama, Ella Metals, Jake, Data, Britt, and Zander) hand her money]
Britt: You know, we technically don’t have to hang out here…
Rachel: But you do, so you pay up.
ScratchKat: Where else would we hang out? The post office? No way hosay!
Jake: Actually the correct term is actually no way Jose…
ScratchKat: Who cares?
Britt: You don’t.
Data: Yo, did you read this, guys?
Britt: You need to tell us first. It doesn’t really work when you browse the internet through your eye.
Data: Multiverse discovered, key to open it unknown…
Britt: Ah yes. Interesting but until I can actually travel it, I’m going to remain super unexcited about it.
Rachel: I’d like to meet another self that was actually successful.
Britt: I’d like to meet one that met true love.
Ella Metals: Meh, I’m happy with my life.
ScratchKat: I’d like to meet a me made of marshmallows!
Unten: THAT’S STILL REALLY GROSS, SCRATCHKAT.
ScratchKat: …you guys smell that?
Britt: Nope… wait a second.
Unten: What is that?
Jake: It’s coming from the vents.
ScratchKat: [Rubbing oil on his body] I got this.
Rachel: Yeah, you go buddy. [Picks up newspaper with the headline of ASSHOLES RUIN SPACE PROM 2014]
[ScratchKat enters the vents.]
Ella Metals: Can you see it?
ScratchKat: Hell naw.
Zander: Keep going deeper in there!
ScratchKat: Oh hang on, it’s a bunch of… tapes?
Ella Metals, Zander, Jake: Bring them out!
[ScratchKat exits out of the vents with some of the tapes.]
Ella Metals: These smell dusty.
ScratchKat: Must have been the smell. Shame we don’t have a VCR…
Data: You’re kidding right? The TV in here is the only VCR in town.
ScratchKat: Wow, I’ve literally never noticed that.
Ella Metals: Everyone’s noticed that! We keep winning awards for most outdated technology!
[Cut to Rachel putting up a bronze trophy of a film reel inscribed with “Most Outdated Technology in a Public Establishment.”]
Rachel: Still undefeated.
[Cut back to tavern.]
Ella Metals: I’m going to put in this tape.
[She inserts the tape.]
[FBI Warning appears over the tape. It fades to a gas mask, which moves to reveal a Unten without his left arm in a chair.]
Unten: I don't know what you're talking about!
Voice: Look Unten, you're making this harder than it need to be.
Unten: I don't know anything about the key!
Voice: And yet you have it.
[Grimy hand comes in front of the camera, holding a small key with a little amber colored gem.]
Voice: They call it the house key. What are you doing with it?
Unten: I swear I had nothing to do with it-
[Video abruptly cuts]
Rachel: Disturbing. Wonder when this took place?
Unten: Was that me?
Ella Metals: ...let's do something else.
Jake: I know there's a party going on tonight. Let's go to that!
[Rabbit jumps out from the open vent, followed by a couple thousand baby rabbits.]
ScratchKat: [while walking away] Did anyone see that?
Rachel: Get your fat ass into the car!