Disclaimer: I figured it was time for another chapter. School's driving me insane, and a random uploading schedule helps with stress.

ponystoriesandothers: Well, if you've checked out the revised HOPE, then you can see that reference in the epilogue too.

Lunar Moon Butterfly: Can't really do that for a number of reasons, such as Hope has no need for searching up Gail, and that Gail doesn't have a way of getting to her. Besides, why would she want to bring Elaine back?

Cynder: I was curious, when I saw this wasn't your profile replying. Um... I think you meant The Lion GuardIAN. Lion Guard was a Disney Junior cartoon. I told Hourglass about your message too, by the way. Updates should be faster soon, but I have six-count them-six courses right now. One will end soon, as it's an orientation thing, but there's midterms and projects coming I have to deal with. However, GFA's sequel should be up in October. I really mean it this time.

Hourglass Cipher: Same multiverse? They exist in the same dimension!

Luckygurrl12: Different yet the same. Not everything's is the same as you had last read it. A lot of material has either been taken out, added, or changed entirely. I've just finished 40-59, and will be moving on to the next grouping.

RainbowCelin: I am. School is... stressful, and I have many midterms and assignments going on. I'm working, and GFA should be done this month. Thanks for being patient!

Compared to the other few times where her waking up was quite similar, we're mixing things up this time around. Also, while I never made this clear in other chapters and in the original GFA, Elaine dimension-hops with no shoes on. And, the outfit she has is the same she awoke in in the real story, and every other beginning in this collection too.

"Speaking"

Thinking

"Well, this sucks."

Okay, so I had experienced a lot in my life. But I'd like to think it was all normal, and nothing overly drastic. This, well... how exactly would one call waking up in some creepy slump of an alien city? Sucks, that's what.

My shorts and tank top were covered in mud, with scratches, burns, and various other injuries over me to create a horrible image that it'd be best not to mentally recreated, all soaking wet from having woken up in a puddle behind a dumpster in an alley. What the-why? Why there of all places? How on earth did I end up in some weird world like this anyway, suck in a spot where anyone with undesirable ideals could find me? What's worse is the severe lack of proper footwear. My feet are so sore...

It wasn't my world, that's for certain. The instant I crept around the bin, I had ducked back around. Aliens, all with light blue skin, antennas, and bright yellow-green eyes wandered about. Occasionally, I'd see visiting aliens of various species. The few with large fangs and muscles sent me cowering further. That is, until I spotted the blanket.

It was torn in several places, and frayed around the edges with some dark stain that... might have been blood. But it provided me cover, and that was enough for me. Taking it, I wrapped it around myself and made sure my head was completely covered. Satisfied, I took a breath... and entered the world I found myself in.

Which was why I was now camping out in some shady bar, still hiding myself, while drinking a glass of water the waitress gave me. Had to make sure it wasn't drugged, which it wasn't. She seemed to understand my need to hide, even though she couldn't see my face. All she gave me was a sad look of pity, and gave it to me without another word. Made sense. I doubted she could speak English.

Swirling the ice in the glass, I listened to the conversations around me, hoping to hear anything that would help me. Nothing. It was all strange sounds lots of words that blended into each other. "Perfect," I muttered, and leaned against the wall beside me in my booth. "Just... perf-"

The door swung open, and my head snapped upwards. This person was... odd. They were dressed mostly all in dark clothing, with a tattered cape and grey scarf covering their face. Their heavy boots thumped across the wooden floorboards, and the patrons of the bar quieted down to watch them sit at a table not that far from where I was. A set of goggles covered their eyes, leaving the entire appearance a mask. Hidden. Just like I was.

The same waitress who dealt with me approached them, and I watched as they had a conversation. Once she seemed to get the order, she went into the back. The instant the door stopped swaying, the room immediately went silent. Not like the hush from before. This was... scarier. One of the men, a red alien with green eyes and a muscular build approached them, and held up a sheet of paper. I couldn't read it, but I did see the newcomer tense slightly.

There was more silence... and then all heck broke loose.

Fists were flying, bottles were thrown, and I threw myself under the table to hide. The stranger had pulled out some kind of laser gun from their coat, and fired it at the attackers. They scattered, having no weapons of their own, and ran out the door. A few unlucky ones, like the red alien who tried to attack first, were launched out the window. The stranger's shoulders heaved up and down, and looked around at the carnage they created.

Is it... done? I inched towards the edge of the table, and their head snapped in my direction. I quickly shrunk back, watching their boots walk towards me and kneel down to my level. He reached forward, and as I was too stunned to react, he lowered the blanket from my head. I could hear a sharp inhale, and they retracted their hand and reached for their scarf and goggles.

"Wh... what?" So, um... I was understanding the theory of the multiverse as I was there for just a few days. Aliens didn't exist in my world. If they did, we must've had better luck than what we had now. But other universes made more sense. And now... staring into the face of a young Stanford Pines from a cartoon show in my own world, I realized how accurate that idea was. Holy c-I'm in front of the author of the journals. I... I... I think my brain broke, that's what.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" He asked. He didn't sound angry, but confused, mirroring my own emotions. "Do you have any idea how far away this place is from the nearest Earth dimension?"

"N... not really. Please, I-I don't know where I am, and-they're coming back!" We could hear sirens outside of the bar. Even with how sketchy this city was, there still was law enforcement. Ford looked from the door, then back to me. He seemed to be debating his next course of action, but ultimately, with an annoyed groan, he reached under the table and pulled me out.

"Come on. Best not to let the law enforcement find another human here in this mess." His hand wrapped around my wrist, and dragged me towards the kitchen. The few staff watched us in stunned shock as we ran through, and I caught a glimpse of the woman from earlier giving me the briefest of smiles. As if she knew I was going to be fine with him. Exiting out the other side, we took off through a maze of alleys. Ford's head snapped in various directions, listening for something.

Not sure what though. All I could hear was shouting and footsteps starting to get nearer. "Where is it?" He muttered, taking a few more seconds before breathing a sigh of relief. Did he find it? With renewed vigor, he ran towards a side hallway where a boarded up door stood, a foot off the ground due to cracked rock steps. He pulled one of the boards upwards, just enough to let us pass through.

Once we were inside, he lowered it, and moved to the side wall. Following his example, I got out of the way from the outside light. The aliens rushed past outside, but besides the shining of a flashlight through the door, nothing gave way of our hiding place. Ford finally seemed to relax, continued forward in the abandoned brick warehouse. I paused to join him, sparing one last look at the light before jogging to catch up. The cool cement floor was a relief on my soles, having been forced to walk on small rocks for so long. "... th... thank you, sir," I finally responded. Ford didn't look back at me, but I figured he must have been listening. "Where are we, exactly?"

"No dimension important," came the blunt reply. "Normal society, exception having advanced weaponry. You just happened to land in one of the rougher areas of this planet." Ford stopped for a moment, and finally took the time to look me over. His eyes lingered on my bloodied arms, and I could see a trace of concern in them. "You need to get those treated. I am not sure how you've been on your feet for so long, but not doing anything soon, you will surely die from blood loss or infection."

Well... that wasn't a pleasant thing to hear. "Hard to do that when you're trying to hide," I commented. "What do you suppose I d... do?"

Farther ahead of him, in the middle of the room... was a rip. A rip that reminded me a lot of what was behind one Bill Cipher when he visited Ford's mind way in the beginning. No evil laughter though, and instead of the red magic outlining it, this was a silvery color, with strands of space fabric holding it up. "What the-?"

"A wormhole. It's the only way to travel across dimensions if you're not one of the lucky ones to wield a pair of dimensional scissors. They're hard to find, but with a good ear you can track them down." He gave a brief smile in amusement, and tugged down his scarf enough for me to see a collar around his neck. "Also, possessing an interdimensional communicator that allows one to speak every language in the multiverse and detect frequencies such as the one a wormhole creates does help. It's how I came to this dimension." He moved closer to it, and adjusted the case on his back. "Which one are you from?"

"Earth, but... a world where everything made sense. No magic, or advanced technology." A world where you're a cartoon character. "Why do you ask?" Ford didn't respond again, and I could almost see a war raging inside his head. "Sir?"

"Stanford Pines." He turned around, giving me his name instead of properly telling me to stop calling him sir. "Are you coming with or not?" He gestured to the tear in space and time, which itself created a faint gust of air, blowing the dust and dirt along the floor. Going with him? That was... dangerous. If anything I knew from the show compared to this, then I'd be either on my way home without a problem, or joining him on his mission to fight Bill Cipher, one of the most powerful beings alive in any dimension.

Well... I shrugged, and moved to stand beside him, hands in my pockets under the blanket. "It's not like there's any more for me in this world. Okay, Stanford. But, uh... is it safe?"

"As long as you don't try breathing while going through it, and make sure to bend your knees upon exiting, you'll be fine." He pulled his scarf back over his face, and put the large goggles over his crackled glasses. In the moments I did see his face, I saw someone who, despite looking like he was in his early thirties, had already seen so much. As if he had lived several lives already. "This would be the point where you would offer me your name."

I smiled at the little harshness in his voice, but I also knew he was happy to see another human stuck in a situation a little similar to his. After all, it must have been lonely jumping across worlds. "Hmm." The crackling of energy filled the quiet, besides our voices, showing that in the next few minutes, I'd be hurling myself deeper into the unknown with a man I just met. Hey, I already messed up the moment I woke up here. What's wrong with going the extra mile? "Heh. It's Elaine. Elaine Milton." And it's nice to meet you, Ford.

And that's that.

I have posted all chapters I hope to do for the anthology. Now, we get into the really fun stuff. Now... we vote. Relating to every chapter you've read, minus the deleted scene of Weirdmageddon with Pyronica and the alternate ending to the battle, I want to know which ones you want to see more of. The ones with the most votes I'll carry on to a point I deem worth making a decent ending.

Out of 9 chapters, that means 7 you get to pick from. I won't continue all of them, as I think 3 or 4 would be enough. Which means it's up to you to decide what you want to see more of.

40-59 are up. The next grouping of GFA I'm working on is Weirdmageddon. Trust me, that's gonna be toned down. Well, not all of it, but I am going to try and dial back certain things, while improving on a lot of other material.

Until next time!

Angel