Coming to Reality:

Chapter 3:

In the last chapter, the squad investigated several places and then Rico's igloo after realizing he may be the source of the disappearances. They found a mysterious portal in his cellar that was created by the geyser that formed as a result of a jackhammer Henry had used earlier. Rico jumped in – without a plan or anything.

As to the question, "Is it the Box Dimension?", well, you'll figure that out in this chapter – at the beginning, that is.

Also, sorry that I'm so late on posting this. :3 I've been busy this week with school and stuff like that.

Rico awoke to the sound of quietness. He had no idea where he was. As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized he just jumped down a portal and needed to know where he was. He looked at his spy gadget. It had been 3 hours since he jumped. That meant his squad already came. But where were they? He had no idea where on the island he was or even if he was still on the island. Instead of counting his puffles as they enter his igloo (which is 'instead of jumping to conclusions' to you, kids!), he needed to see where he was.

He looked behind him. His back was up against a hard wood desk. He looked at the leg of the desk. It was huge! He was half the size of it! On Club Penguin, it was vice-versa. Something was wrong here. He saw a giant bed. He waddled over to it and looked at it. He went around the side. There was something in there. He couldn't tell what. He looked around. He took pictures of everything with his spy gadget for future evidence.

He saw a door. He headed towards it and opened it. He left to go get some evidence and pictures. He left the door open slightly. He was a penguin still and he was still tall enough to reach a door knob. There were many rooms for him to explore. But he didn't want to go through all of them. He just wanted to check the barren rooms to avoid being caught.

He made his way out of the room and entered an empty hallway. It was nighttime. The hallways were barren. No one was around. He made his way into the first dark room he saw and turned on the flashlight of his EPF spy gadget. It was a bathroom. He couldn't see anything on the counter because it was a bit taller than him and he didn't want to jump and make noise to attract attention. He took note of what he saw to report it to the Director if and when he ever returned. He headed back into the hallway.

He saw some closed doors. He also saw a banister and a plant-shelf. He knew there must've been stairs. There was no time to go down them. There was one open room and that was an empty bedroom. It was full of random posters. They all had a creature on them that he had never seen before. It was like a penguin morphed into a tree with extra tan tone.

After being scarred for life, he headed back into the bedroom that he was in to start. Oddly, he knew the way around the hallway and back to the bedroom like he had been there before. He certainly didn't recognize it if he had. He entered the bedroom and whatever was in the bed was no longer there. A sudden burst of energy exploded in Rico's chest. He had no idea where this creature was and what they were doing and if they had seen him. He made sure he had his gun on him just in case. Of course, they'd probably wonder why a penguin has a gun and they'd also probably laugh because a gun that size probably wouldn't do anything to whatever was lurking around the house.

Rico pressed up against the bed, hoping that nothing saw him. He was breath heavily in fear that something was going to happen. He cocked his gun and barrel-rolled from behind the side of the bed into the open.

Rico's heart leaped. He was startled by what was staring at him. It was the same creature that was on the many posters in that room he had been in. Rico didn't know what he was going to do, but he did something.

"Okay, if you're going to hurt me, just know I'm part of the number one agent squad on an island called Club Penguin and I have concealed carry on me at al-"

"I'm not gonna hurt you," the creature said. It was sitting in a chair. It looked very enthusiastic.

"Wait, you're not? Then what are you going to do?" Rico asked putting his gun away. He was confused.

"This is great," the creature got out of the chair it was sitting in and stood up. It turned to the giant desk that had tons of computers and started clicking and typing.

"Who are you? And more importantly, what are you?" Rico asked, waddling up to the creature.

The creature briefly typed something and then sat back down. He turned to Rico with a smirk. "Allow me to introduce myself and explain what the heck is going on here, because I'm sure that's your third question,"

"My th – how did you…know?" Rico was puzzled. This creature seemed to know a lot about him. It seemed like Frost 2.0.

"My name is Bob," the creature explained. "I'm a human,"

"Cuban? You're Cuban?" Rico asked.

"No, I'm a human. Not Cuban." Bob replied.

"I was gonna say, heh, Cubans don't have curly afros…or whatever you have…" Rico said noticing Bob's hairstyle.

Bob rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you can talk about my hairstyle later," He cleared his throat. "Anyhow, as you can tell, you're in an unknown land…"

"Yeah, I'd uh, like to get back to Club Penguin, can you take me there?" asked Rico.

"Not right now," Bob replied. "I'm 15. I can't even drive yet,"

"Drive? I was just going to ask you if you had a jetpack," Rico said. "Not drive,"

"Things here are different," Bob said. "We don't use 'jetpacks',"

"You don't? What do you use? Propeller caps?"

Bob laughed. "No, we use vehicles…you know, Mustangs, Chevys, Toyotas, Hondas," Bob could've gone on but Rico interrupted.

"You drive a horse?"

"No, a Mustang is a car brand," Bob replied. "Horses – pfft, some do…on the farm,"

"Ah, well, good for you," Rico said. "Why am I here?"

"A few months ago, I set out to accomplish something that no one said I could," Bob replied.

"And that was what?"

"Bring penguins from just a virtual world of 200 million to the real world," Bob said.

"What? You're making us leave our habitat?!" Rico said.

"Not for long," Bob said. "No one said I could do it and I told them I could. I just wanted to show them that I can. And now that you're here – gosh! I just…it's better than I expected!"

"So this is an experiment?"

"Well, yes and no. Before I was challenged, I wanted to do it because I wanted to meet you…"

"Meet me? Me specifically?" asked Rico.

"Yes, you…" Bob replied. "I am the one who MADE you!"

Rico looked both ways without moving his head. "Uh, did I mistake you for a boy or somet-"

Bob rolled his eyes. "No, no, no. I'm a boy. I don't mean I…well, made-you-made-you. I mean I created you for the game."

"Game?"

"Club Penguin is a game. I made you. You're my account."

"What?!"

"The only reason you're on the island is because I joined Club Penguin and made my username Rico1206!" Bob said.

"Ohhhhh! That makes sense," Rico replied.

"I brought you here because I wanted you to meet me and I wanted to meet you. It's different that sitting in front of a computer and typing your words,"

"You controlled me?" Rico asked.

"No, not always. You're constantly doing things. Like, saving the island. I can't be awake all the time," Bob replied.

"That's rather…weird…" Rico said.

"Well, I guess so," Bob replied.

"So uh, I have to uh, report this to my friends, do you know where they are?" asked Rico, pulling out his spy gadget.

"They're in Canada," Bob said. "British Columbia, to be exact."

"Great! That's only…" Rico said, looking for help.

"A long time away from here," Bob finished the sentence.

"What? What do you mean?" Rico asked.

"We're in Ohio. We're in the U.S. Not Canada. We live very far from British Columbia," Bob said.

"You're lying," Rico said, fear stricken.

"No, I'm not," Bob said. "But we can figure out a way to get you and your friends back to the island,"

"Great, let me just call them and…"

"You can't call them," Bob said. "You have no reception,"

"I'll go find a spot," Rico started for the door.

"You don't understand," Bob said, annoyed. "This is the U.S. We're far from your island,"

"And that means what?"

"Your EPF reception – it doesn't work. Your spy gadget and spy phone are useless," Bob said as Rico fainted.