Beyond

*Trent’s pocket dimension*

“Where am I?” a lone figure wondered out loud as he looked around. He had yet to notice that he was just floating.

“Everythin’ is white and lots of tiny holes in them,” he thought out loud before he looked down. His eyes widened when he realized what it was.

No, who. It was him. Badly injured from Time Warp’s attacks and his bowler hat was missing.

“Boy howdy!” Mr. Slick shouted in surprise, “What’s goin’ on?”

Ignoring the body for a moment, he glanced at himself and froze when he realized something.

“I am a ghost,” he whispered in horror when he noticed that he’s actually see-through. His ‘clothes’ were the same colour as his fur. He touched his upper lip and realized that he has no moustache.

Before he could panic any further, a loud rumbling sound can be heard before a simizoid suddenly teleported in front of him.

“You are not supposed to be here, foolish mortal,” the simizoid snarled.

“This li’l ol’ fella didn’t want to be here in the first place,” the salesman grumbled, “He had been teleported here against his will.”

“That is what everyone that had tried to enter the holy place of Trent said when they had been caught,” the simizoid growled, “You are one of them.”

“No, I am not. I honestly had been sent here against my will,”

“Lies! One being once told me that and I believed him. That had been my biggest regret. You know why? That being was Time Warp and he actually drank from the river of time to become even more powerful!”

“Time Warp is the reason why I’m here–”

The moment the salesman said that the simizoid suddenly disappeared and had been replaced with a 150 foot simizoid skeleton. Their purple eyes glowed menacingly.

“I knew it! You just admitted that you are one of Time Warp’s allies!” the simizoid snarled.

“No! No! Ya got it all wrong!”

“And to prevent you from succeeding, this is one way to do it!”

One of the small holes suddenly became much bigger. As it did so, the simizoid flicked Mr. Slick’s body towards the hole. It was actually a gateway to another universe.

“No, no, NO!” the nebulanian screamed in terror as he quickly flew towards his body. He tried to grab hold of his body and pull it away from the hole, but it was no use. His body had been sucked out and into the new universe.

Desperate, Mr. Slick tried to enter his body by first putting his ghost arm through his arm. Before he could do anything else, the hole suddenly closed. As soon as it did, his ghost arm had been severed.

“You fool!” Heth snarled, “It’s no use trying to get back into your body anyway. If you had gained Trent’s powers, you could’ve revived your body.”

“That can’t be! I am not dead! I am not dead,” the salesman whispered under his breath as he shook his head in denial.

“You died the moment you dared to enter Trent’s pocket dimension,” the deity of fear scoffed, “I sent your body in a different verse. I will send you back to your universe. That way, you will either roam your planet forever or you can find peace and one day be reborn. Since part of your soul is inside your body, your body might be able to be revived for two weeks before it will forever be dead,”

“I don’t want to be reborn! I want my old body back and be with Al and–”

“You want that old, damaged body? Besides sentimental value, I don’t see why–”

“How else would my loved ones recognize me?”

“You should have thought of that before you tried to mess with the gods, mortal,” Heth shook their head before they snapped their fingers, sending Mr. Slick’s ghost back to Planet Nebula 54Z.