To cure my overwhelming annoyance/OCD at this not being finished. Grain time, buckle up. (Yes I'm aware it's been like years lol) (don't judge me) (seriously don't it's hard to explain)

Blue was sitting around playing with bits of gravel when he heard the machine make that familiar (but dreaded) WHOOSHH again. Sitting up, he announced into the chat:

Blue: "PORTAL ALERT. ALL ALTERS (AND WHOEVER ELSE IS INTERESTED IG) HEAD THERE NOW."

Xelqua: Oh...again?

Doc: I thought I fixed it...looks like there was one more dimension the machine interacted with...

Grian: What now? I wonder...

Five minutes later, everyone was at the machine. 'Just in time too,'  thought Charles, 'that doesn't look too good...'

The portal was being extremely noisy, and looked like it would fall apart at any moment. After what seemed like hours (it was twenty seconds), someone tumbled out of the portal, which, with a noise that (if it were human) sounded like a frustrated grumble, then finally fizzled out. The machine then crumpled into a heap of scrap.

The person, meanwhile, was getting to their senses. Grian noticed that their wings were light brown, and seemed to be made out of...wheat??

"Oh no. Oh my god."

Scar, realizing, let out a giggle, and whispered something to Doc, who haphazardly looked at Grian. "Okay, Grian. So this person...seems to have fallen out of a universe that has been created due to a joke Cleo made during the head hunt..."

"Ummm I called him Grain didn't I?" Cleo remembered. Sure enough, the newcomer was rather...brown. Bread brown. Their sweater was brown, their eyes were brown, their wings were brown, their head was...a waffle.

"aHAHAHAHAH! IT'S WAFFLE GRIAN and GRAIN at the SAME TIME!" Grian laughed. "THAT IS- I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY."

"krchhhkllckltshh--tshwatsh-appnin?"

Grain (as he was now known) was making a weird crinkling sound out of their head (which sounded like wheat rustling), punctuated with clicks and tics, which gradually changed into coherent (sort of) words. 

"Whym-i-clik-ere?? whoo-ryoupeeple? tic-wwereami?! thissisn't theplaine!"

"The Plaine? What's the Plaine? Or Plane? Plain??" Xismua, taking charge, asked.

"Tshwere-i-live. hhuge-clik-opnspace. nthingreally-tic-shere."

"Hang on. Lemme just..." Doc pulled out an absurdly thick device resembling a calculator with an antenna on top. As he pushed a button, the device beeped and let out a green holographic net, which moved back and forth between Grain, scanning him.

"What's the verdict?" Grian, very interested, asked.

"This temporal energy signature...it's unlike anything I've ever seen. Grain's universe is indeed a flat open space, with no other lifeforms. However, his physical energy signature... It seems to be held together by a lot of other physical signatures."

"Uhh, what?" Grian was really getting confused by this point-too much science for him.

"Also, his player username is "Summoned". It's like he poofed into existence via a number of consciousnesses- possibly millions- pretending or believing he was real and in the process actually making him real."

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"Thhts-akthlly wht-clik-append. i-wss calld. made. noidea who."

"Tracing source of combined physical signature...it's, uh...oh. Oh wow. This is very strange. I can't find a reason for it-"

"TELL US WHAT IT IS!!!" everyone yelled.

"Okay! The signatures-they're not actually in a universe. They might be a part of something bigger. No idea. They might be the ones who created the multiverse in the first place!"

Pause.

Keep pausing.

A bit more.

Nearly.

"Cnniy-hvesomting-toeat? Hllo?"

Shut up.

"Nnnno? Dang-tic-it."

Everyone proceeded to freak out.

Haha the end you'll have to wait for part 5