Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls I present to you my only current idea for a next-gen story

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Taylor was falling fast.

How the heck did this happen?

She had just been watching Jackie tinker with some device.

"If I succeed, I'll be able to see the multiverse for myself!"

"Oh my goodness! Is that what happened to me?" Taylor realized as she finally got her wings to work.

The device had gone haywire and zapped her! Then when she blinked she found herself falling out of the sky.. it was the only explanation she could think of really. It was the only one that made sense. But how would she get back home? Jackie had so kindly neglected to mention that part and now, she was stuck hopping dimensions until she figured out how to get home.

Great.

Not really.

Taylor landed with a soft thump and took in her surroundings.

The forest. A dark, dense, positively creepy forest. With a sigh, the distressed girl got to her feet and set about finding some much-needed help. Well, truthfully, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to say if she encountered anyone. They would probably write her off as a crazy person. She really didn't want to be considered crazy. She also really didn't want to be stuck in a forest all night long. Now that would be crazy. She kept walking hoping to find someone, anyone to help her really when she came upon a hill with some trees. Maybe she could sleep there if all else failed? She ventured forward to inspect her possible sleeping quarters only to pass through a dome of some kind.

The land before her was flat and barren with only a single trap door leading into the ground.

A trap door which opened.

Taylor was taken aback to see her aunt Molly pop out.

"Come on kiddo, it's not safe up here," Molly said to her.

So the dumbstruck Taylor followed Molly down the hole into what she would later describe as a hive. Monsters and humans rushed around the massive concrete structure with purpose. Taylor was unsure what to say as Molly led her to a quieter part of the hive where a single door stood.

"You'll want to see this, Ma'am," Molly said as she knocked on the door.

"Come in,"

Taylor gasped as they entered the large office.

Her mother sat at the desk before her.

But it wasn't really her mother.

This wasn't the woman who baked cookies and sang Disney songs while cleaning house.

This was a battle-hardened commander with scars.

"Leave us, Molly,"

"Yes, ma'am,"

"Take a seat," Christina prompted when Molly had left.

Taylor did as she as told.

"What's your name?"

"Taylor, Ma'am,"

"Come with me,"

Taylor followed, growing more and more confused as she did, her mother led her to what looked like an infirmary only to freeze in the doorway.

Her father lay comatose on one of the beds.

"Don't be scared," Christina coaxed.

"What happened to him?" Taylor asked as she passed by her father.

"He saved someone's life. He's just recovering," Christina replied as she bandaged the scapes Taylor didn't know she had, "Where did you come from, Taylor? And where are your parents?"

Right here. Taylor thought as she struggled to answer.

For this story, I think it should be very clear where this was going.

I had planned:

For Taylor to end up in at least four different stories.

But IDK.