Xisuma groaned as he got up the ground to rub his head. Everything was hurt. He jumped back as an alarm rang all round him.

"What the hell!" Xisuma cried out, immediately waking up. "Exactly!" He turned towards the side where Doc screamed out and got onto his feet quickly to examine their surrounding.

The only good news he managed to collect was that they were all still together. The remaining news were that: One, they're in another fucking dimension. Two, they were in some kind of holding cell.

"Where the hell are we?!" Iskall cried out, looking out the white glass panel. Scar narrowed his eyes as he looked outside the holding cell they were in. His eyes widened as he recognized the build immediately. He turned towards Doc with an unidentify look in his eyes, "Doc." Said man looked up from where he and Ren say on the flood. "Yeah?" Doc asked curiously.

"Doesn't this build look oddly familiar with the Area 77 hangers?"

Doc widened his eyes in realization. He attempted to jump onto his feet but only to stumbled backwards. Ren got up and caught Doc quickly, scolding at him. However his scolding fell on deaf ears, as Doc's focus was on the area surrounding them.

"Holy shit. You're right."

They all jumped as they heard voices coming from the sides. Iskall slammed on the glass panel, yelling incorrect words at the people. The voices stopped talking, they all assumed the people paused at his screaming.

After a while footsteps picked up, soon three people showed up in front of them. They all stared at them with a shocked expression. Xisuma's shock wore off quickly and he immediately yelled out.

"FALSE?!"

That seemed to brought everyone back. "Xisuma?!" The blonde hermit cried out. She was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with white stripes, her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, she still wore her gloves however. In replacement of googles were multiple colour flowers. However, they can't tell if it was always there or just because she was a hippie. Above her sweater was a dark green sleeveless vest. She wore blue jeans that were up to her ankle with sandals on her feet. And last but not least, her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

"What did you all do to your clothes?!" A familiar voice cried out. They all stared at the Brit in shock with a gaping mouth. "G- Grian?" Mumbo asked out. Said hermit frowned at him confusedly, "Yeah?" His eyes were slightly glowing in the dark. 

Instead of the dark hazel brown eyes, they were a bright yellow in a fashion similar to a Phantom's. Speaking of Phantom... Dark blue Phantom wings laid on his back, five fingered Phantom-like claws replaced his hands. The same dark blue scales from his claws faded all the way to his elbows. He wore a simple black T-shirt, dark grey jeans along with light blue sneakers.

"We need to get you guys out of here!" Impulse called out, taking out an enchanted pickaxe to break down the glass panels. His appearance was the so far the only one not alternated. "Change of plans!" False yelled out, she turned towards Grian and Impulse, who had removed two blocks height of glass panel. "You get them out of here and I get my time machine back."

"Are you serious right now?!" Grian cried out, staring at False in shock. "Hey!" She called out, shrugging. "We spent too much time on setting up distractions for  Area 101 to get back my time machine and the stolen nuclear reactor Xelqua had. You already got the nuclear reactor back! So I'm not waiting any longer to get my creation back!" She yelled out running towards the entrance of Sector-4 or rather S-4 for short. Grian groaned at this, however he quickly recovered and started evacuating the alternative hermits.

"Come on! This way!" Impulse cried out, leading everyone towards an opened holding cell in S-2 with Grian on their back. They all ran after him to find a one block hole in the ground. Impulse jumped in the ground and gestured for the others to do the same. And so they jumped after him into the hole. Grian crouched down, the last one about to jump in but before he could, a very familiar female voice called in.

"Freeze!" Grian's eyes widened so as Impulse. "Get up from the ground with your hands in the air." Grian quickly threw in a grass block towards Impulse before standing up and doing as he was told. Impulse immediately placed down the grass block, hiding him and everyone else away from the Area 101 scientists and builder.

"Well, well, well. Look who do we have?" A voice easily identified as Stress called out, footsteps getting closer to the hole. "A hippie." Five buzz rang out, four more muffled than one. Silence entered as Impulse and the other four –or maybe three?– from upper them opened up the server chat. Everyone gathered around Impulse and read the message displayed.

FalseAdventurer has left the game.

"Oh crap!" Stress called out. "How can we forget about the time machine?!" A voice easily identified as Mumbo yelled out. "Scar! You stay here with Grian while me and Mumbo go check out S-4, okay?" Footsteps fading away was heard shortly after that.

Impulse directed the alternative hermits away from the area. After a long walk, Impulse spoke up, "So..."

They all turned towards him with raised brow, still walking forwards. Further away from area before.

"How did you get here exactly?"

"We jumped into the void," Xisuma reply easily.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Silence. It was itching his skin, suffocating him in the awkwardness of everything. So he asked another question. -quite jokingly might he add, it was just an attempt to lighten up the mode-

"So you all are from another dimension?"

Xisuma tensed up. After some hesitation, he replied back.

"Pretty much."

"O- oh..."

"Well. Welcome to our dimension, I guess?"

"Thanks..."