Masterminds: A Waverly Place Fanfiction Story With Surprise Characters From Different Shows
Part 11:
Jeffery, within the whirlpool of color, was circling towards the prism.
But... He perceived it as moving straight for this pocket dimension.
He instinctively pushed himself to run to the left of the prism.
He sighed with great relief.
He was losing the prism.
That is...until spirals formed and circled around from the sentient audience.
They were expectantly gathered again around the inevitable spectacle.
Apparently... Dream figures were still trying to find their seats.
This led to creating narrow paths for Jeffery to follow in the blurred crowd.
Due to the crowd's blended rush to find good views? Jeffery just saw these onlookers as clouds keen on swallowing him up.
And... So?
He treated the seemingly transparent blobs as such obstacles.
He gasped in breath and alarm.
Blobs of figures with more layers of visibility than ever expected charged past the crowded blurs.
They were charging towards Jeffery's path.
These blobs gave off the appearance of reflective mirrors.
They were coming up ahead...trying to imprison Jeffery.
But... Before they could imprison him?
He swung off of some of the blobs of figures.
Strangely... The figures within the mirror blobs paid him no attention.
They maintained their course towards the prism:
As if nothing else mattered or gave them anything that matters than finding seats.
Among the crowd of still watchers were fading figures...gasping for air.
The collective of passive onlookers were just starting to take their seats. They were not even sensing the dream bodies that begun to thin out of existence in the path of the mirror blobs.
The sounds of the disappearing act were masked by the sound of snack foods.
There were snack foods appearing at will to the remaining mind figures. They were to be eaten as complementary enhancement to their viewing experience.
Jeffery's momentum was carrying him towards another prism above.
But... It was actually the mirror masked figures forming an attack formation.
They were above the solid prism below.
The attackers somehow launched themselves above the prism as a unified blur.
They were giving off the illusion of a huge reflective prism.
The reflective prism was to Jeffery's perspective:
Because of no one below having enough range to view the same formation.
He deduced, "time to end this."
And... Without realizing it?
Jeffery had ended up launching himself towards the formation.
It was due to impulsively swinging around the formation creators during their launch.
He ended up being propelled towards their falling trap formation...targeted at the arena prism itself.
Jeffery thought he had slowed down enough to have enough balance to kick the prism into pieces.
But... It was really from the approach angle that gave him that sensation of assumption.
The eerie background vanished in an instant to his viewpoint.
Jeffery had actually unintentionally tumbled out of the formation through an unapparent bottom.
And... He had destroyed some figures in the process.
Jeffery shut his eyes against the flare.
He reactively groaned some.
The flare had come from the prism's transformed adjoining light of colors below.
An entire side of the replica like prism was shaken away:
Shaken away from the blobs of figures...and their collective grips on each other.
They were plunging to mental oblivion of surface thoughts from dangerous heights against their intended target.
Shrieks became as accelerated in mind time as the impulsive doomed figures they originated from.
They echoed in an unheard pocket dimension of their own.
Their bodies thinned out into mud puddles.
And... Just as sudden?
They vanished from existence.
And... From an unanticipated ripple of aftereffect?
They suddenly had a lack of needed support to hold up the sides together.
The rest of the mirror cloaked collective formation fell apart.
The figures within the collapsing prism shaped their arrangement instinctively.
They did so to swing off from one another in time.
They were fleeing in flight and retreating to regroup:
Away from this mutated dreamscape.
And... Just as quickly?
The scene completely changed.
Jeffery was transported by a mysterious figure's wormhole to a section of his brain.
This section of his brain has miraculously remained undisturbed.
More specifically? This section was the origin of the collective wormhole disturbance that started the colorful mess encircling it in the first place.
It therefore had made enough gravitational forces to form its own pocket dimension:
Of as sharp of both thoughts and dreaming as from within the prism arena itself.
