Hey guys, it's been a while, hasn't it? Anyways, this story was somewhat spawned from another story by LaughingTragedy, who has been collaborating with me for the recent chapters of that story, The Traveler's Files: Hetalia. You should go read it, as this story might make a little more sense that way.

Anywho, this story revolves around my adventures through the omniverse, and is a collab between LaughingTragedy and myself. Don't like, don't read. I own nothing but myself, and the shopkeeper belongs to LaughingTragedy.

Now, let's get this show on the road!

A teenage girl in her late teens entered a dusty antique shop that wouldn't be there tomorrow, although she didn't know it. The girl had short-ish auburn hair, stormy blue eyes, and stylish red-framed glasses; she wore jeans and a form-fitting Slytherin tee. A pair of red Converse sneakers rounded out her outfit.

This girl's name was Myrna, and she was on a mission. Said mission was to find good bargains on cool or interesting items, i.e. to go thrift shopping.

She went to the counter and rang a little bell that was there.

"Yes?" Myrna jumped when a strange accented voice came from behind her.

She turned to see a middle-age African American woman in what appeared to be a witch's dress. She seemed nice, although a bit otherworldly.

"Ah, hi," Myrna said, looking around. "I was just wondering where you keep the best and least expensive items, if it's not any trouble?" This shop had a lot of cool stuff, from the looks of it, and she was excited to see what she could find.

The shopkeeper got a devious smile, "Oh, I know just what you're looking for." She pointed towards the darker corner of the shop that she was apparently too cheap to put so much as a lamp in. "Go past the sketch pads, behind the red door, and you'll see a few items I'm sure you'll enjoy."

"Great, thanks!" Myrna grinned, following the shopkeeper's directions. She wasn't too sure what had been up with that devious smile, but all thoughts of it left her mind when a crimson red long coat caught her eye. "Oh!"

Rushing over to it, she tried it on to find it fit her perfectly. "This is awesome! I've always wanted one of these in this color!" She twirled, watching the coat flare out behind her. Checking the price tag, her grin widened. "And it's only 35 bucks! Wow!"

Myrna started singing Thrift Shop under her breath as she continued to browse. "I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket …" The next thing she found was a pair of black fingerless gloves, and upon trying them on she found them to be extremely comfortable. She didn't really see anything of interest after that, and was about to go back to the counter and pay for her finds. Then she saw it, a bit of brown leather poking out from underneath a pile of moth-eaten scarves.

Pushing the scarves away, she gasped. "Holy shit…"

There, on the wrist of what looked to be a fake skeleton, was a wide, brown leather wrist strap with a strange thin device on it, better known as a vortex manipulator. Or at least, it was a model of one. Real vortex manipulators didn't exist, after all.

Myrna was shocked, to say the least. "This is incredible! I've been trying to get one of these for ages!" She took the vortex manipulator from the fake skeleton's wrist and put it on her own, and was amazed to find that it fit her perfectly, almost like it had been made for her. The girl turned her wrist this way and that, admiring her find with glee. "This is awesome! I can't believe no one's bought this yet!"

She touched the device on her wrist almost reverently, then froze when the screen lit up. "What the… is it supposed to-"

When the shopkeeper heard a loud BZAP come from the room Myrna went into, she smiled.

"Hopefully she'll do better than the last kid who came in here."