Rescuing the Multiverse (Henry Stickmin AU)

Chapter 1

HENRY STICKMIN

He woke up in a jolt, looking around, confused. He saw that he was in a bed in his room, not the bank.

"That's weird." Henry thought.

He then remembered, he doesn't own a house, so where is he? Henry got up and decided to explore the unfamiliar place.

The house was small and simple, unlike his kleptomaniac mind, he wished though. The living room and kitchen intertwined, the couch facing away from the island and towards the tv, and the kitchen just right behind the island, facing the direction of where the tv was as well.

Next to the tv was another door to another room, and next to the kitchen was the main door. Henry surprisingly liked this house better than a big house with luxurious things, it was, calm, for once, a nice place to relax and take a break.

Henry shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about relaxing, he has to remember what happened that got him into this situation, or why the heck he has a house, or in a house. He got up and began to walk out the door, closing it behind him, making sure he left no trace that he was there, just in case, not wanting to get into trouble again, just not yet at least.

He walked to a nearby park and sat on the bench and closed off the rest of the world. Thought the years, he's gotten quite good at being able to shut off the rest of the world to be able to listen to his own thoughts on command, and it's really helpful in situations when he needs to calm down, such as when his memories of the different timelines come back to haunt him. He tried to think back to how he got into this situation in the first place.

He remembers waking up at the military base that morning, being sent out into a mission with Charles and Ellie to take down the Toppats again, and, that's it. Everything else was nothing but a huge bur to him, no matter how hard he tried to remember, he just couldn't. He held his head as all this thinking made his head hurt like crazy, and he didn't understand why.

The time traveler let the world back in and realized that it was dark and that park was closed. How in the world did that happen? Henry couldn't say, he was so busy trying to remember, he got distracted. The 28 year-old got up and began trying to find a way to leave this park without getting caught.

Eventually, he was able to find a fence, that was close to the entrance/exit of the park, that he was able to climb without getting caught, or so he hoped. He reached into his pockets, trying to find something to climb the fence with, and eventually, he was able to pull out five objects. A grappling hook, a file, a hammer, a teleporter, and a, rubber duck? That's pretty weird. He shrugged it off since he's seen weirder things work out for him in the end.

The world then went grey and immediately began to think. Teleporter? He immediately threw it far from him destroying the failure of a machine that it was. The grappling hook? Seemed too obvious. He decided to first try out the file, then the grappling hook, and avoid the teleporter.

Henry grabbed the file and everything went back to it's normal color. He got up onto the brick base and began to use the file to cut the bar, and luck tends to be random since it made a lot of noice when cutting it. When he finally got the bar to open, he pushed it to open, still holding onto the bar so it wouldn't make so much noise when it'd fall onto the ground.

Henry then jumped down from the base and was about to drop the bar when he heard sirens, and almost immediately, cops began to show up. Henry got the bar ready, just like at the prison, he continuously told himself as he prepared to defend himself. He was not about to head into the prison just yet.

"Sir, put down the bar and put your hands we're we can see them." One of the cops said, with his gun pointing at him. Henry kept the bar up, still cautious, immediately, they started to shoot at him. The time traveler was able to use the bar to block the bullets, but one hit him in the side of his neck. Kinda like the fourth episode of Madness Combat.