Hey all, this is my first MLAATR fic, in fact, it's my first fic ever, and it was just on the spur of the moment, so feel free to criticize it.

Comments and complements will be welcomed with open arms, constructive criticism will be appreciated, and flames will be ignored.

I do not own MLAATR, or any other such cartoons that may be mentioned.

Reality...how do we define something so universal, so all consuming.

Imagine, if you will, that there are an infinite number of universes, anyone could be identical to any other, or different by but a single partial, or be as different as to have different laws of physics.

Normally, they would be far apart, but suppose one of the universes overlapped with another, just long enough for ...something... to cross over. It is a rare occurrence, but it could happen.

So, now we join our dear Jenny, enjoying another night of sleep mode, here dream chip functioning normally, when this whole mess begins.

Jenny was up, it was about 1:23 am, and she was down in the kitchen drinking down a fresh oil (she had been running low).

As she headed back upstairs, something moved out of the corner of her eye.

"Who's there?" Jenny said

There was no answer, nor was there anyone there

"I know I saw someone, and mom wouldn't be up now..."

Thinking her dream chip may be acting up, she headed off to bed, and switched into sleep mode.

That night, Jenny's dreams were far from pleasant, she found herself in what looked like a ruined version of Tremorton, rubble strewed about everywhere, and many buildings were in rubble, or gone all together. Even the sky itself seemed tainted, and was a harsh crimson tint. The plants in the park all seemed dead, and there were no animals to be found.

"What is going on here? This can't really be Tremorton, can it?"

Not knowing what else to do, she looked for her house.

Jenny ignited here pigtail jets and headed to her house only to find it burnt to the ground, there was no sign of here mother.

"MOM!" Jenny rushed forward, and began tearing through the rubble, looking for here mother.

She found her...

The sight of a corps, more than 2 years old, and clad in the clothes of here mother was too much for Jenny, she knelt down and wept tears of oil.

A while later, and still crying, she sat up, and said "I am going to find out what is going on here, no matter what!"

She set off to the one other person she could truly turn to, and walked over to Brads house. Thankfully it was still in one peace, but it looked horrible, its windows were all boarded, and it looked like no one had lived there for years.

Not knowing what else to do, she headed in. the door broke off it's hinges, and it had nothing to do with her strength.

The whole house was in shambles; it looked like a hurricane had hit indoors. After searching a bit, she came to the living room. She headed toward the table, and saw a picture of Brad, Tuck, and there parents, all looking happy. She picked it up, saw the broken frame on the ground, and noticed something on the back.

It looked like someone had taped a note to the back. Jenny took it off and saw it was the same kind of paper that Brad always put in his notebook. The words were scrawled in a hurry. She read aloud: "it's too late, we couldn't stop it, couldn't bring her back. Now there is nothing left, and I can only wait for the end. May god have mercy on all of our miserable souls"

"What is going on here?!?" she exclaimed, shocked at the things she was seeing

Before she could do anything else, a small figure darted out of the shadows, snatched the note and picture from here hand, and dashed out the back door, looking back only once, and then racing away.

Jenny had been too shocked to do or say anything. She had never seen that person before, but she remembered those eyes, and that terrified expression...

"Tuck?"

To be continued...

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