Emmet slowly blinked his eyes open and the world around him blurred into view, a dismal place whose only light beamed far out of his reach. The first sensation that came to him was that his entire left side was sore, it was always sore, why wouldn't it be from lying on cold, hard, dirty concrete for who knows how long.
'Good morning, Dry'er' he thought to himself in a slightly-depressed tone.
Today was yet another day of watching his idyllic home from afar; joyful scenes that played out before him repeating over and over again. He wondered if anyone even remembered anymore, if anyone bothered to care that he was gone, after all, he knew someone who was absolutely obsessed with spaceships, and yet not even he came to his rescue.
At the beginning he was hopeful that his friends were worried about him, that eventually he would be reunited with everyone and go back to his rough, yet still welcoming, Apocalypseburg, but no. In fact, things appeared to vastly improve after he left, almost as if they were all celebrating the fact that he was gone. A big, months long, going away party that he wasn't invited to.
He wasn't wanted, he wasn't needed, he never was in the first place. Unikitty, Metalbeard, Batman, Benny, Lucy, they were all much happier now that he was out of their lives. They didn't have annoying Emmet around to ruin everything like he usually did. To them he was about as useful as a piece of garbage!
Whoah. Okay. Everything went dark. Emmet blinked in confusion and attempted to look around, but was greeted with nothing but a dusty ceiling. A ceiling, he was on his back! He had actually moved! He almost couldn't believe it, and was overjoyed with the promise that somehow he could escape! Emmet struggled again, slamming his hands onto the ground and clattering towards the edge of the Dry'er. He writhed and twisted, finally enabling himself to stand upright and once again look out upon the sight which he had become accustomed to after so much time, granted now from a vastly improved angle. Lucy said he should toughen up? Well, she would get her wish.
With his newly acquired ability, Emmet rushed toward the closest table and grappled onto a loose wire, which was surprisingly easy to scale, and found himself in a categorized collection of various parts. If he was going to be tough, he'd have to get rid of that everyman haircut and bright-orange outfit.
Emmet rummaged around in various bins, before locating something he liked, albeit a slightly shaggier brown haircut and a darker vest, but at least it looked cool. After making his way to a nearby mirror to examine himself, he decided that his face was definitely… non threatening, and so drew himself a new one, officially becoming- The Cooler Emmet! Okay no, that wouldn't work.
'Cool, Awesome, Better...' He paced in front of the mirror the best he cold, thinking to himself, 'Mind-blowing, Radical-Radical?' He came to a halt and looked at himself once again, 'Yeah Yeah, Radical Emmet!' He felt proud of himself, but the more he thought about it, he figured people would just default to calling him Emmet that way, he'd have to be more creative, come up with an actual name, but he still liked the 'Radical' part. 'Radical Emmet, uh Raem...Uh Ree..Reh Rex!' That sounded alright, he didn't know what the X stood for yet, if anything, but would probably think of it later. Maybe something like X-treme but-better.
He looked at himself once again and smirked, just on the inside because his unchanging plastic face couldn't really convey that. From this point forward he would be Rex! He triumphantly posed, Rex Danger… vest. Sure, that'd work. It was the only thing he could come up with, really.
He took a moment to think about what to do next, but that train of thought flew off the rails when he was interrupted by the sounds of laughter coming from nearby, turning to see the giant monster once again indulging in her sickly sweet musings, having fun with the various people in her grasp. He turned away, disgusted, how could the world have come to this? If only he could go back and stop this from ever happening. Or at least stop himself from crashing into the Stairgate's asteroids.
It was almost as if a light bulb popped over his head, he could go back. After all, there were various vehicles and machines perfectly capable of time travel in the area, all he would have to do is "borrow" some pieces, travel to the moment before he crashed, and-wait. Rex shook his head, all that would do is stop himself from existing, in fact, anything time-travel related would probably end up in some paradoxical mischief that would get him wiped from reality. If he wanted to do something, he'd have to do it here and now.
Rex gazed at the New Apocalypseburg, splattered with colorful paint, adorned with bright lights, and a mix of Bricksburg residents and those from beyond the Stairgate. The metaphorical light bulb above him flickered into life again, and he backed up until he was pressed against the mirror, then made a running jump towards the table in front of him.
As soon as his leg clicked into place upon the brick ground, the four walls around him swirled and melded into a beautiful blue, with fluffy clouds passing calmly by and a big, bright sun to shine down upon everything. Various animals populating the trees and forest floor around him sprang to life, then immediately ran away due to the sudden appearance of a strange figure in their home. He was ecstatic to feel the bumpy grass beneath his feet, though even with being so far away from Apocalypseburg, Rex could still hear the bubbly pop music emanating from the distance. "Yuck," He commented, gasping and holding his hand to his mouth immediately afterward; it had been so long since he heard his own voice that he almost forgot what it sounded like. Admittedly that would have to change too, but everything was going to change, and this time it would be for the better.