<Change of View: Everlynn in Fuchsia's body>
"-spin the valvEUAGH!"
Maker suck it, I knocked myself over!
What was that all about? I'll swing back around to- wait...
This grass is different- and those arms just got in front of my eyes...
Pink arms! I feel them like they're-
...
What happened to me?!
"I'm bipedal..."
I'm not flying anymore, I have a body with legs and arms!
Where are my mechanical arms?! My metal body shell and propellers?!
Oh good lord, I can move and feel my hand running over my other arm...
"Where is this place? What is this?" I tried not to raise my voice, I didn't want to attract anything else while... this was happening.
I could be anywhere at any world, I don't recognize this area!
There's a cliffside in front of me, and I was right on the edge of it! The view of those forests over the cliff looked nice but, man, I could've actually fell like M and N...
M and N? Oh nonono no no, where are they?
I slowly got up on my newfound flesh body legs, finding it hard to adjust to. I can feel the air perching on my skin, my gut expanding and retracting from this breathing, it was still as bizarre as the last time I reformed into an organic being. I don't think I had my senses so... abruptly changed though.
"Muncher? Nipper?" I called out.
There was no response.
Hey, there's a book, and a pencil lying next to it- and it's lead tip was broken.
The Diary/Journal of Fuchsia, Copy 2, the title read.
They named themselves to a color? Interesting, but...
My entire body's all in a magenta-like color.
Hell, so I'm Fuchsia? That explains the diary-slash-journal and the pencil.
So it's an excuse to read a diary-journal meant for Fuchsia when I'm apparently them... not that I won't read anyway considering the dire situation. I'll apologize later to who Fuchsia is if they didn't have anything to do with this... If I find them or they find me.
Page 24, Page 104, ah, Page 234... Page 325. I got the latest page.
From the glimpses I had of the pages I scrolled through, it looks like this Fuchsia character's also been journeying other worlds, and that they had friends accompanying them.
...
...For all the time of my life spent with the Gateway, I never met any other similar multiverse travelers. Chances were it should've happened at least once or thrice, but a situation like that just never occurred.
Why?
Why now after so damn long?
Why, after 5 years passed since the disappearance of my former best friends, Nebula and Jacques?
Why now after taking me away from helping my two new friends, Muncher and Nipper?
No, I should put it away for later.
So...
Page Entry 325/850
Title: 8 new worlds linked to gates. Recycle of old static-based sub-world portal-transportation parts.
Grey's heaps of scrap taken from the decommissioned static portal transports was put to use for stabilizing fields and supplementing our leap-portal technology.
Some of this was to re-exercise his knowledge ever since the incident involving his actual permanent death and eventual revival 1 week ago.
He didn't offer me to help, but suggested that Purple take part in gathering data from the new linked worlds, which, in a sense, I understand. These new worlds were located nearby other pre-discovered worlds, with confirmed environments too lethal for normal stickmen like us.
I see your constant death loops, and raise you a portal inside a black hole.
Anyways, Blue and I spent some alone time with ourselves.
We talked about t /
It cut off right there.
Sub-world portal-transportation? Worlds linked to gates, and leap-portal technology?
I've only encountered them in about four or five worlds, and even then they usually have only one of those at a time.
The sudden offset line matched with the pencil's broken lead tip... so Fuchsia might've been unaware of this body swap? Seems likely, but for now this Grey looks like the one I should get to.
I hope they let me explain, otherwise... I don't know, maybe just run away.
...
Did I hear voices in the distance?
That sounded like "...king hair... get bac... here..."
I think I'll move. For now I carried the book at my side as I tried my best to walk as fast as I could to the source of the voices. Egh, steady, jeez...
Through the dirt pathway I go.
Convenient place for it! Considering the amount of forest this place has.
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<Change of View: Muncher in Blue's body>
Muncher... opened their eyes to a strange sight.
Instead of the vast space of the Gateway world, standing near the entrance to a pipe-based world, he was located on a circular dirt pathway, connecting a village with four houses of beige color to itself.
In the middle of the circular path stood a granite statue of a blue stickman posing with a hand behind their head and their other on their hip, wearing a sheepish smile, and the engravings on the base of the statue's side facing Muncher read:
For Blue
2016
'Unifying us together, even in death.'
Thank you.
Orange sez: Blue is alive now! Time Magic!!! :D
A black stickman stood at the sides of his vision, standing as tall as him.
They were droning on a bit about something, before they looked over to Muncher.
"Well, Fuchsia's good, she's the closest one to get- Hello?" The black stick-figure asked.
He jumped back, registering the situation for what it is: unknown, and potentially dangerous.
Expecting to put himself in moderate distance-
He fell over backwards, miscalculating his longer legs and weaker jump.
Ow!
"Oh my-" The black stickman ran over and crouched down, before putting their arm below Muncher's shoulder and supporting his head back up to eye level with them.
"What- Why did you do that?" The black figure asked.
I don't know, was what Muncher wanted to reply with.
"Uhh..." He couldn't get the words out of his mouth, making this a bit more awkward.
The black figure he'll call Black for now, tilted their head in confusion.
"Umm... I'm not to be here." Muncher began. "I'm not supposed to be here...?"
He felt his vocal cords vibrate without the threat of itching caused by the drying of his throat, leaving him rather confused. Furthermore, he sounded different, and-
Is this a tall blue body?
He wiggled his feet, and the ones laying down on the ground in his vision wiggled in response.
"Not supposed to-... then who were you gonna go to?" Black asked before noticing Muncher's surprised look.
Black turned over to the presumed direction where Muncher was looking.
Muncher let out a splutter.
"I'm changed!"
"Huh? What change- you changed?" Black whipped their head around with a frown, getting utterly more confused the further this went on.
"Do you need some rest?" They tried to suggest.
Shaking their head to clear their thoughts, Muncher piped up.
"I'm- I am not your friend. I'm... sorry. My name is Muncher." Muncher's raised hand were the subject of interest to him.
Just like his new body, it was all blue.
Five long digits marked this as a hand built for easy grasping he oftentimes saw on other beings.
Before Black could respond-
"Back you puking hairball! Get back over here!!"
A yellow stickman with animal-like ears and a tail running as a quadruped zoomed past Muncher and Black, carrying a book in their mouth-
*ZWIP* *ZWIP*
"Gah!!" Both Muncher and Black ducked their heads down as lime-green electric beams zipped towards where the yellow figure disappeared to, followed by a green stickman with lime-green glows from their palms chasing the culprit.
They didn't appear to take notice of the two.
Black stood up as the green figure disappeared off into the distance, before looking over to Muncher, their hands over their hips.
"You still don't make sense. That sounds quite ridiculous." Black sighed, before offering a hand to help Muncher stand back up.
"But for all I've known with Blue, he doesn't- I don't see him doing this. So, I believe you for now."
Muncher stared at Black's hand for a few seconds, before nodding with a little grin, accepting Black's hand.
This was going to take some getting used to.
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<Change of View: Nipper in Purple's body>
Oh my gosh...
They're such cute little monsters!
Tiny, round shadowy things that barked really loud and they had really tiny teeth, I don't know if I should be scared, but even in this very very dark place I don't feel even disturbed-
Ohhh wooaah that's a lot of flashing lights, crackling, and uh... is that a wormhole destroying itself-
Holy wow, these shadow creatures were making this light show. So much smoke, I wonder how I'm not coughing? Now they're gone-
And are those ghosts of Muncher and Ev-
Gah!
That's a lot of chlorophyll everywhere! And bits of Everlynn. Oh dear, I remember this.
This was when I was captured by the people that called themselves, Erigstatues? Eringstatres? Well... By the people called ES and interrogated.
They wanted access to the Gateway and tried to do torture until my bro and Every busted in and got me out.
And then a dumpster smashed and crushed my friends, and my leg. Pain...
This kind of thing happens, but with the respawn system in place it wasn't as serious as it normally is for people unregistered to the Gateway.
Aside from all the juice that just got everywhere, but that we got over easily enough-
Uhh...
What?
I looked down... and I see purple legs and arms and- that's not right.
That's not me, it's not how I usually look like.
I'm tall though. It's actually quite nice!
I did a little hop. I think I did, I'm not sure about the wind from up there.
How do I get out of here?
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<Change of View: Grey>
"-uckoo crazy! I need the laser tranquilizer-"
I raised my voice up. "It's in CES-450-B and it's password is 53051683, now leave me be. I'm in the middle of fixing the communicator!"
Green ran off in the direction to the CES lockers.
"Watch where you run! I'm serious!" I called out. If I hear crashing... that's going to be the third time today and I am going to taze anyone doing this again.
With that said, I went back to replacing a faulty wire. With the active flashlight illuminating the empty spots, I set the new wire up carefully. I made my exit and closed the vent on the machine.
I briefly saw the silhouette of presumably Green leaving the laboratory with something in hand. Looks like he found what he was looking for.
I put the key in and started the communicator up. Purple should be back soon through the portal I've set up.
Oh, beeping's going off. The screen's warning me about differences in Purple's mental makeup...
Wait, what?!
What happened?!