Chapter Two: Going Through the Purple Late at Night

Jesse was frozen in horror as the two other-world 'admins' told their tales. One world was totally wrecked by a gazillion suicide-bombing beasts…and a colossal pig summoned from intense vengeance and fury, while the other was taken over by a pair of nemesis-terrorists, with basically everyone else that he care about killed.

"I'm sure we can fix it. Like we fixed – err, Firmitudas," Petra smiled. No one seemed to smile back. "It took years to rescue all those dogs!" "We've been enemies for even longer than the time used to collect all those pets of yours!"

"Well, we can't eliminate all the creepers," Lukas said. "They can naturally spawn in any world!" "Any world not on peaceful difficulty," corrected one of the duo under their breath. "But then, once those two are down, they can't come back!"

"Then explain how they literally come back every couple of months or so after each attack like the freaking Terminator. Even if they die, they can respawn. Unlike this world."

"We can still beat them. We like, owned the Old Builders like we're supremely prepared pros and they're noobs," Jesse countered. "You forgot the fact that all four of us had to respawn at some point," Petra corrected in some deadpan tone.

"Well, we're better off giving it a try. After all, there's no seeing whether we succeed if we don't try," Jack said. The sounds of a jukebox's music played from across the street. "Cast the shadows out from sight, a final stand, a shouting cry; all the wrongs now turned to right, so fight the past, take back the night."

After about an hour of convincing, "Alright," came the replying sigh. In mere minutes, they had taken horses, and hurried to the Old Builder temple, pretty much abandoned five years before.

"I never knew you knew Take Back the Night," Radar said. The New Order smiled knowingly. "We know one of the main people involved in it, you know. It's just that he's…well…gone on the next great adventure."

The trip took hours. By the time the eleven (animals include Lluna, Nurm, Wink and Bleu, one of Stampy's parrots) had reached the temple, the moon was supposed to be high in the sky, but it was not. Of course they had to go on a new moon night. Jesse was wearing his Golden Apple armour, by the way.

It didn't really take that long to get through the portal to the tiniest dirt platform, then down to the land now called Oaken Valley. But what…or rather, who greeted them was quite a surprise.

"Jesse?" A woman who resembled a female Jesse wearing a cherry-red dress and some form of armour that resembled Blaze-Rod-Aiden's (but diamond-ish), unlike the golden gown she wore as the Founder of Sky City so many years before.

"Oh, hey, Isa, just cutting through. We've got another world to save and a wolf pack and a bunch of people to avenge," Jesse greeted. Isa sighed. "What…fine, but…forget it, I'm coming with you."

Several people raised their eyebrows but said nothing. The cyan enchanted flint and steel lit the portal to the Portal Network, and after around two hours of pointless walking, "there it is."

Their destination was on the half of the hallway that the New Order never managed to get to while trying to get home. "This is it."

The portal that they were looking for actually resembled the portal to and from Sky City/Oaken Valley. It too was shaped like an egg, though the Sky City portal was like a regular egg and/or spawn egg, the SLW was shaped like a dragon egg, though with strangely alien extensions.

It was a square of quartz, with glowstone at the corners and one on the three sides not contacting the floor. Around that (not the floor side) was a framework of quartz fences and on top of three iron bars were three cakes. On top of the 5x5 general square frame – on the third block on the topmost side of the square was a weathered sign that said 'Portal to Stampy's Lovely World'.

The 3x3 vortex was a purple much like a nether portal, but for whatever reasons, streaked with a deep red, like fresh blood dripped on a piece of pure white tissue paper. Moreover, whatever the swirling gas-liquid substance was, it was not its usual shape, or the gentle, trapping swirl of a nether portal. It was a jagged shape, like glass shards; and arrows, no matter tipped, spectral or normal, it still looked like arrows; along with a quicker, more rapid swirl, like the smoke of status/potion effects.

A/N: The original portal has a purple vortex, without the red, plus different patterns in the vortex. See Wonder Quest's Episode 24: Saving Time (And Wonderberg), aka Season 2 Episode 12 for the canon portal. The portal has been adapted for usage in this fanfiction.

"Once we've gone through, there's no turning back," the master of the World said, in the silence of the hallway in the late night summertime. No one appeared to want to leave. After all, the more backup he had, the larger chance he had of taking back what was rightfully his in the first place.

Without saying another word, the twelve leapt through the portal.

A/N: What's the situation through the portal? Try to describe it using five words, and don't forget to R&R!