Trunks was to barrel his craft through the atmosphere of this new dimension. he would only hope that it led him to the right one, otherwise, he would be stuck there with no answer as to how he would get out.

"Oh man." Trunks ejected from his pod and watched as it hurdled to the ground with a shattering thud. "Well, at least the air is breathable. And hopefully, the emeralds are as indestructible as… Well crapbaskets…"

Observing the wreckage, the emeralds have in fact splattered themselves among the wreckage, with some dusting, the sides of the capsule remains with their contrasting hues. He scraped what he could of the emeralds and stowed them in a new capsule.

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"It's been three weeks Tails, and we still haven't located the source of the chaos emeralds!" Knuckles grew ever more impatient.

"You make it sound like inter-dimensional searching should come easy like most scavenger hunts." Tails mumbled, typing away at a CRT screen.

"Well it should be! What things are like the chaos emeralds?"

"It's the same thing as trying to find Waldo. He's unique and all, but theres just too much to look around to find him."

"But we shouldn't be trying to find Waldo Tails, we need to find the emeralds."

"Knuckles, I wonder, how did you end up the guardian of the most powerful stone created in this world?"

"I do too funny tailed talking fox man."

"Pardon me interrupting the two of you, but for connecting plot's sake, did either of you two hear that loud crashing noise?"

"Nope." "UhnUhhh." They replied.

"Well, if no one is against it, I might go check it out."

"If I were an Eggman, I would use things like explosions to draw the attention of folk like me." Sonic butted in. "Let's say you catch me in the draft and I'll head over there too."

"Erh, wha?" Mat pointably confused at Sonic speaking.

"He means the board Mat. Keeping up with Sonic is not an easy task for any of us, so we'd opt for a light board."

"Wait, like the game Sonic Riders?"

"Huh?" Tails replied.

"Wait, you remember Jet, or Storm?"

"Huh?" Tails and Knuckles in sync.

"Right, so I gotta figure out THAT plothole for another time…"

The board Mat rode was a bright blue and cream colored device. For its size, it was of an incredibly light weight. Remembering mechanics of the actual game, Sonic grew a bit jealous to find Mat performing various tricks behind him due to the slipstream making a full half pipe.

"You don't have to be all showboaty you know, that's supposed to be my job." Sonic said.

"Hey man, I'm just filling the board's air supply. You know how these things work right?" Mat replied amidst mid flip.

"I have no idea how any of those work. They're a bit slow paced to the likings of me."

"Hey, what's that thing is above us?" Mat pointed with a concerned fashion.

"Looks like one of Eggman's flying fortresses." Sonic replied. "And by the way, the board folds into a compact storage cube."

"Sonic you just told me you knew nothing about these things. Are you alright?" Mat questioned Sonic.

"Huh, now that you mention it, I seem to feel like something is... changing."

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"And for my third wish, I wish Sonic to always become defeated to my own hands!" Eggman commanded.

"Huh, amazing waste of a wish but oh well, such is when you wish there to be no limitations to your next wish…" Shenron groaned and committed to the requests of Dr. Eggman. "Now, I say this with the most sincere of mind, you really should consider wishing for some counseling, socialization, or whatever your kind calls it to be 'Not defeating Sonic'."

"I will be wishing for no such thing, and for my next-"

"-Nope- your wish has been granted, and good luck fixing that you crazy b-. You know what, Big Green out!"

"No such thing…." Eggman echoed to himself repeatedly. "Did I just… revert my wish?"

"Ha, and you're going to be wishing I didn't kick your -"

"Now now Sonic, I'd like to keep this for a general audience." Mat interrupted.

"I don't know what all is happening around, but the very elements are being torn to shreds around us!"

"You idiot Eggman! You wished to break the inhibitor of the dragon and caused a paradox that's breaking down our very laws of physics!"

"Well if it isn't the sniffly story writer. You're going to fix this sherade and give me the benefit of a happy ending, or you and the entire planet of mobius will be up for bargaining!" Eggman cackled.

"That's all and nice but do you see I am simply a mere mortal like everyone else?!" Mat-

"Not for long!" Eggman revealed a remote and pressed it. Suddenly, Mat had been warped out of the Mobius dimension, and into his desk, back to regular reality. Mat took a long look at the cover of the story. He then flipped to the last page of the sketch book and filled in a square with the text "And then Eggman Won." before chucking the sketchbook in the trash.

A type of permeated limbo in Mobius ticked in Mat's mind as he moved on to his every day life. But one thought did occur to him. The time machine multiverse theory would have ultimately solved every issue from that timeline, the only problem being, it would have taken too long to venture down the path, perhaps more than a lifetime. But by Eggman winning, it costed Eggman everything to the perceptions of other dimensions, where in this limbo state, the Mobius dimension never had, and will never be. It simply became rigid the nanosecond Mat left. Unless… Everything Matt had thought didn't matter, as a separation of dimensions didn't mean that time had stopped in Mobius… Perhaps it meant Eggman on a separate timeline was either wrecking or had already wrecked havoc among his world.

Mat took a sip of his morning coffee brew, and begun writing once again. His impulsive nature of finishing something he started- nagged at him as the ultimate distraction. Mat could not accept that Eggman beat him out of his own story, let alone, leaving the world to its own dismay. He would set himself up to return once again, but this time as a God!