So I'm back with something new.
Mimi's Quest is on hiatus. I don't care about you. It's on hiatus. You can't change anything about it.
And so I would like to thank my sista Giovanna Farina, because she made this thing readable.

So this is a new fanfic, it contains Dimentio and it's probably the only thing SPM. But well, there will be more later. So our Dimentio got into an interdimension by mistake and it's illegal to go into the one he got in, so he's a prisoner and this is how he will get back home.
Also yes this is the same one on dA...

― "So... You, it's Dimentio?" asked the slightly surly guy, sitting on the metal bed, the only place in the cell to sit.
― "It appears so..." replied the man in black, eyes half-closed, but shining with a golden sparkle, with a terribly cold voice.
― "Wow, sure is friendly, here!" answered the prisoner, while scratching his three-day-old beard. He was in the same prison clothes than the fallen clown. With his dark green eyes, he looked at the magician, whose eyes were fixed on the wall of the room with a crazy intensity... "You OK?"
― "Technology does not suit me." he replied quickly, as if he wanted to get rid of this conversation, while shaking his heavy shackles. The prisoner laughed; yeah, he could understand him, him too, he didn't liked these heavy rings that sealed their powers away... He passed a hand in his short greasy black hair, uncomfortable in this situation. If only there was another prisoner... that could talk...
― "Oh, yeah, by the way, me, it's Jarks." he did, offering his hand to shake, by reflex, since he knew that the other will ignore him.
― "Ah." See, he knew it!
― "And so erm... you're from which dimension?"
― "Pinkhills." Jarks laughed, amused by the young man's humour. Pinkhills? Ahaha, yeah yeah! He could totally see the little bunnies running everywhere! "Seriously..."
― "Seriously." replied the clown coldly, almost offended.
Ah... it... didn't looked like he was from there.

― "Gentlemen." The man at the front of the room seemed high-ranking, possibly a general, but Dimentio didn't give a rat's ass about his rank. All he wanted was to leave this place, as soon as possible. The famous Jarks gave him a gentle punch on his arm, to get his attention, and with a sigh, he had to turn around to face the man in suit, who was also looking at him with a little smile. He grumbled, shook his head a little to move the two strands of hair between his eyes, then looked to the side, checking the other "gentlemen" of the circular room.

After a long week in jail, a guard finally realized that Dimentio was still alive and, with... the other, he brought him here, without a single sound ― which was fine with Dimentio as he wasn't keen on talking anyway ― then left him there, asking him to wait. This was easy for Dimentio as "waiting" was a skill he'd acquired during his week of prison. Others prisoners joined them, after a couple of minutes, and while the other idiot was chatting with them, he just watched the wall, like he did so well the last few days. He had no will to get along with these imbeciles, half of which smelled like rotting beer. If only his companion could shut up, just for a second, things would be so much better...

― "You are probably wondering why you are here, aren't you?" asked the tall blonde guy in uniform, with the same fake smile. No, not really, the only thing Dimentio was wondering about was when he could get out. "As a... criminal, you have a certain potential, you know?" Oh yes, he had the potential to make you a new face. "We, the government of Sherkerson, have high hopes for you." Please don't hope to get a prettier face. "We know that you have great powers..." Well, after all, he was ugly enough, maybe with his great powers... "You all broke some laws, by teleporting in our interdimension, without a license, but you know, we can arrange to overlook this..." Oh, really? What, by going on a suicidal mission? "All we ask, in exchange for your liberty, is to do a little single easy job..." There you go, he knew it, they were about to send them in something impossible to do because they were too weak to do some dirty work.

― "Wait, I won't do something illegal." Said a big muscular guy, and Dimentio had some doubts about whether that guy could be magical. After all, everyone in this place was a magician that could travel through dimensions... That one, he looked like more muscles than anything else.
― "Oh, worry not, my friend. Everything we ask is perfectly legal.. You will also be paid!"

There was then some whispers of approval, to which Dimentio sighed: so what? As soon as he got his powers back, he was out of here. He couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to try teleporting to a random place. That brought him into an interdimension, a world fixed in time, in the worlds. Since its creation, it has been always the same technology, the same houses, the same government, the same people, more or less. Even if there was day and night, people wouldn't age. He could spend a thousand of years here, and he would still be twenty-one years old. Of course, there was war here, between the people from other dimensions, lost here forever, and the people born here. Since he was in the capital of the natives, he already guessed that the nature of the mission; to dispose of some resisting group, somewhere in the desert mostly like, of people that got here by luck, because of faulty magic, and that couldn't get back home because of a lack of knowledge.

Yes, sadly, you couldn't leave an interdimension as easily as you could enter it.. As the structure of the time was completely different, you had to synchronize yourself with the dimensions, because you could lose an arm, or your life. This was also why time travelling was impossible. Teleporting in the past, even for a week, could kill you, because if you couldn't teleport exactly where you was at that moment, you created a pressure in that dimension, between the two bodies, a distortion. The bigger the distance between your bodies was, the more dangerous it was for you. And teleporting in the future... well, that was simply impossible, since you had to find the exact time sequence, and... well, Dimentio never heard of someone that lucky. He only heard of exploding bodies.

And so, these guys knew that they couldn't teleport back home ― especially if their powers were neutralized, like his. Dimentio knew how to synchronize himself, he didn't need the technology of this interdimension... he just needed his powers back!

― "All we need you to do is to find a group of..."
Ah, he knew it. No need to be a brain to guess that kind of thing.

Everyone agreed with that officer, that man... that blonde that didn't present himself. Nobody understood, with his pretty words, that they had in reality to kill some magicians, a well organized group ― well, he guessed... you could never know ― and that they had no chance to survive at all... without any kind of muscles (brain included). Yes, the only ones who had a chance were himself and the big muscular guy. Who knows, maybe he would be able to find someone or something to remove his shackles, on this job, and be able to get back home...

― "Well, it's a good thing that we could get things to work out like this..." said the blonde, smiling as always. "You will be freed tomorrow; you should prepare yourself, as it will be the last time that you will see our beautiful land..."
― "Wut?" asked some moron.
― "Um..." did the officer, not expecting this. "Erm... well... uh... yeah, okay, maybe the jails aren't that pretty, ha ha ha..." he laughed, sweating, and the others joined him. Yeah, that jail, terrible ah ha ha... The guards and Dimentio weren't impressed, though.
― "So, after the dinner, you will be transported to your destination. And now, I wish you the greatest of your nights. Gentlemen." the tall blonde concluded his speech before leaving the prisoners behind him, that were all talking about this "wonderful occasion". One by one, the guards separated them in corridors, then brought them back to their cells.

Back in their hole, Jarks, all excited, couldn't sleep. He couldn't understand how that Dimentio could be so cold. Come on, capture some fugitives? Piece of cake! Like they were getting their freedom by doing something as stupid as that! And they already knew where they were! They wouldn't even have to look for them! How can that young guy not be excited by this?

― "Come on, Dimentio! Smile a little! Can't you see how sweet on us is Lady Luck?"
― "Us?" asked Dimentio, confused. "Us?" he even repeated.
― "Yeah... us, us two, maybe the others, who knows..." did the thirty years old man, surprised by the reaction of the young magician.
― "No, I am not under the same label than you." he spat hatefully, turning around back to his wall, probably for the next few hours.
― "Hey, cheer up! A guy like you, he can do that without any problem!"
At those words, the young man shook his head a little, then slowly turned back to his companion, now smiling kindly ― ... which was scary, for some reason.
― "Yes, yes... of course, a... guy like me, ahaha...!"