Stanford Pines
I am a fucking screw up. Whether I'm in another dimension or I'm at home. I utterly failed everyone I loved, my parents and Stanley. The last time I saw Stanley, it was about 10 years ago. And I hadn't seen him for years before that. And when he came back into my life, I shrugged him off to just hide my journal. Stanley had my back, and I abused that. He was the one that defended me from bullies targeting me about my 12 fingers. I shouldn't have been mad about him ruining my perpetual motion machine. That's what pushed us away from each other.
It's been 10 years since Stanley sent me flying into my interdimensional portal. I just didn't know what I was going to see. Judging by the fact that Fiddleford lost his mind when he entered the portal, I was certain I was going to lose mine. Once I got sucked in, I landed on some bushes. I had thought I was still on Earth. Well, I was certainly wrong. I looked up into the sky and saw three moons, and two suns.
"This made Mcgucket insane?" I wondered, viewing the surroundings around the bush I landed on. The greenery seemed normal, judging by look. What appeared to be pine trees surrounded me, and I found myself being inside a forest. The atmosphere seemed breathable, and I so far saw no wildlife. There was also no remnants to where I teleported from either, just lots of small pieces of debris.
I had to survive on my own, otherwise whatever alien species that I'd encounter would kill me. After a week of arriving in this dimension, I had a survival system in place. I had made a sort of minimal tree house sort of hut. I had found a pretty sturdy group of pine trees, and I had built a place to live 10 feet off the ground. Everyday I'd wake up, scan the traps I placed around my home for any signs of edible life, and go to the bushes I landed in and look for berries. So far, the berries from the bushes and the water from a nearby river kept me alive for four months.
It wasn't until one morning, where I had just woken up to do the same cycle I had done for months previous. Looking out of a window in my tree house, I surveyed the horizon that lined the river I got my freshwater from. Squinting my eyes for any new activities, I noticed a slight grey smoke cloud emitting from a place on the horizon. Me being a curious little bitch, I decided to wait until nighttime to wait to investigate it.
The suns have set, and I had set out to investigate the smoke. I had crossed the river, which was in an inlet that lead to a hill. I got down to my knees and snuck up to the top of the hill. My eyes came to the top, and I saw where the smoke came from.
A crashed spaceship had landed in the vast grassland. It seemed to be abandoned, considering that there was no sign of any pilot. I walked up to it, wielding my stone machete just in case. The ship was about the size of a one story home, with a wing on two sides of the ship and a narrow aerodynamic design.
Inside the spaceship lined lots of computer software, no different than what I worked on back at home. There was writing, but in was in some alien gibberish, and I tried to see if any part of the ship was still usable. Testing out different levers and buttons, I eventually pushed one right, and the ship started to take off. The flight system was very similar to a helicopter, and I luckily knew how to pilot one. I took off into space, and I began my criminal life.