Chapter 2: Ze Purple Stuff / An Explanation

"What the schist?!" the other me exclaimed in unison with mine.

"Who are you?!" I started. "Why are you here? How are you here? What do you want?"

"Um, do I have to answer in order? I don't really know the order any more. Um, my name is Kylie, I don't want anything, I don't know why or how I'm here. I was just minding my business, about to go drag my sister to bed and flash, I'm here in what looks like my room, but there's something off, almost like it's not mine." I looked into her hazel eyes, brown hair, freckles, everything an exact copy to me, down to the last blackhead. "Actually, there is something I would like to know. What am I - no where - wait - I don't know anymore."

Out of the blue, or shall I say, the air of my closet, fell a piece of paper. We both reached down to pick it up. "Sorry you can pick it up." She continued to reach for it.

She started reading the paper. "Ooh, it's written in purple ink, a nice deep shade I might add, too.

"Welcome to the First World. This is your first jump. You are from the Second World. Use your power wisely, don't share your identity, etc. Pretty much just be a good judge of character. Only tell people who only need to know, like Fury or something, I don't know.-"

At this, we both paused, confused. "Fury?"

"No idea."

"-Any way, I will be your instructor. Occasionally, you might get missions, and one day, you might get to be my rank. I doubt it, though. You might be wondering what I'm talking about. Basically you can jump in between realities/dimensions. Each and every one is different. Until you can recognize it and control for sure where you jump, I will drop another paper telling you what world you've landed on and if I'm feeling like it, I'll give you more info on it. If you feel like asking a question, soon some purple paper will come along with a purple pen, basically like an unevil Tom Riddle's diary with direct contact to me. But don't be annoying. Only contact me with legitimate questions. No "How old are you?, Do I annoy you?, What is your name?, etc". You do not need to know my name, everyone annoys me, why is age relevant to this? You should always tell your equivalents (a.k.a. you from other universes) and get ready to make up some nicknames. To activate the travel just think about it or I will just send you if I'm bored and want to see you go somewhere unexpectedly. That's about it. Bye. Oh, and each time you meet another you, you'll get a comm system that connects you all together."

(A/N: the person is female, I just didn't know how to say this without being weird and it makes my life easier to say "She said to do this.", than " The mystery person who gives me orders and guidance said to do this.")

Promptly, four things fell from the air. A royal purple notebook, an eggplant pen, and two pieces of jewelry. The first piece was a charm that had a 2 etched on the back of a royal purple and lime green butterfly. On the front there were two deep blue gems that seemed to double as buttons. The other was also a charm and had the same color scheme, but instead of a butterfly, it was a book that could open up to reveal two dark blue gems too. This charm had an 1 on the spine and both had both had no instructions.

"Uh, I guess the book is for you, because of the one on the back and you're the first world." my twin said hesitantly.

"It makes sense for you to be the butterfly too, because you can apparently travel through worlds and butterflies can, well, fly, and it's our favorite animal (insect, but I'm assuming you also fill out butterfly under your favorite animal column) so that's why it's a butterfly."

"I'm starting to see why people call us crazy, but it doesn't bother me, so go ahead, nerd out."

"More proof that you are actually me."

"Kylie?" a voice that wasn't mine called out.

"HIDE! Hey, uh, Sam? Can you please go clear off the table from any of your messes? Just real quick, ok?"

"...Fine." She walked away.

"Ok, so how about you go back to your dimension now, and come back tomorrow? I'm assuming that you're also gonna be home by yourself too, since Shammie has a dentist appointment."

"Yeah! What time? 9:30ish?"

"Perfect."