Day, Saturday
Year, 2222
Month, May 1st
The human civilization has advanceda lot. We are now travelling from one planet to anotherjust lik traveling from one state to another. This massive galaxy which seemed to be our only shelter is now like a neighborhood to us. But some crazy ones are still not satisfied, blinded by the hunger of knowledge, still seek for more. And one of them is Asher Larson, a MENTAL PATIENT and a CRIMINAL.
The mad genius, Asher Larson believes that one can travel not just between their own universe but even multiverses. He believed that one can travel in another universe while sitting on a chair in their house with a little gadget while drinking their favorite tea and so, to turn his belief into reality he crossed every limitations. Murdering, theft, gold digging, hacking government's most prestigious genius computer and so on...
But due to this the government opposed his experiments andjailed him in a special cell but him being a mad man was able to escape from sucha prison which left everyone speechless.
Asher was the perfect example of what happens when the lord gives his powers in wrong hands. He has commited everytype of crime just for his scientific experinments, studies and inventions.
People called him a crazy which suits him for sure. And the government also declared him a creepy launtic from the world's most intelligent person. What a promotion right?
And,
Today is the day when his dream will be a reality.
Asher plops on his favorite crimson velvet couch-his anly comfort in his chaotic sanctuary. With a confident creepy smile on his face, his fingers hovered over his little prettygadget which somewhat made him feelticklish. He passionately sniffs his little gadget by bringing it close to his nose hair, taking in its mechanical fragrance into himself, enjoying the thrill of trailer before the movie.
"Let's see what they will call this craziness when it works. Maybe I get some more cups to decorate my hut with." He grins, his voice low and eager with his eyes filled with malice.
He takes in a deep breath and stiffens his pose. Finally he presses some specific buttons on his little gadget.
The air grew heavy. A low guttural sound vibrated through the walls, and a shimmer appeared in the middle of the room. It twisted and writhed, growing rapidly into a swirling vortex of light and darkness-aportal alive and pulsating with raw energy appears in front of out of nowhere..
Like a black-hole it sucked averything around it. Before Asher could comprehend what he did he even starts to get sucked in. The pressure like a typhoon or maybe even strongerengulfed everything around, pen, pencils, metal rod, human skull and Asher, it left nothing within the radius of 10 meters of its appearance.
Asher laughed menacingly while being sucked inside, feeling the immense pressure on his body, his intestines dancing inside him with his laugh like those villains which will give you a chill in your bones.
The view started to blur out, he felt as if his legs were no more there; he felt as if someone was inflating his hands, legs fet as if they were being torn apart while the hair seemedto be being pulled in random directions, his vision kept becoming darker or ether too much colorful but his laugh remained in the path just like a haunting echo.
BOOM!
With a loud noise and immense pressure he was slammed on the solid grassy field by the mysterious tunnel or portal, the impact sendinga shockwave of pain rippling through his body. His breathe came in ragged gasps as he fought the ache gnawing at his muscles. "Aah.... *uck!" He moaned in pain, feeling like a 300 year oid ill weak grandpa.
The gleam of a floating white ball in sky pierce d through the darkness behind his eyelids like sharp knife. With a groan he forced his lids open, squinting against the radiant glare.
The scene infront of him before him unfolded in vivid clarity; an endless expanse of emeraldgrass, each blade dancing melidously undera breeze that felt impossibly pure, almost intoxicating. The air was alive humming with an otherworldly freshness.
He struggled to his feet, his senses overwhelmed by the surreal beauty around him, his heart pounding as he wondered where the portent had cast him-and why?
Drawing in a sharp, deep breath, his eyes widened in astonished disbelief as the words escaped his lips like a silent scream: "Is this....*ucking real...."
Before he could fully soak in the breathtaking beauty of this strange world, his gaze droppedto his own body-and froze . His jaw slackenedas he took in the sight:a bikini, bright and glaringly out of place, clung to him like a cosmic joke.
"What in the name of holy demons is this?!" He yelped, spinning around as if the grass itself might be judging him. "God this better not be some twisted dress code!" he grabbed at the straps, his face a kaleidoscope of disbelief and embarrassment. "Did I miss the memo for Bikini World?!"
And suddenly his meet someone else's gaze between his spiral tension ritual, that person's gaze like the vast ocean which engulf everything in it. And the owner of gaze gasps, "My! You shameless slut! Get out!"