From Another Dimension (Completed)

Chapter 2

(Y/NPOV)
"I have no clue." Those voices. Could it be?
"You were the one who was supposed to make sure the teleportation port was working!" Gareth yells.
"It's not my fault that your machine is a piece of junk!!" Rob shoots back a fire blazing in his eyes.
"IT WAS JUST FINE WH-"
"Ahem, hello?" I cut in, afraid the fight was going to escalate further. They both turn.
"Oh hello." Rob looks completely embarrassed. They were both wearing black armor accented by white shields bearing their logo.
"H-how did you end up here of all places?" I ask, my voice shaking a little.
"It's because your dumb machine re-charted our course!" Gareth snaps.
"You're the one who invented the thing!" Rob yells back.
"Re-charted?" I inquire.
"We were supposed to be teleported to Rage Valley but instead we ended up here." Rob explains.
"Where and when are we exactly?"
"When? Um, January 12th 2015. Where, Seattle Washington."
"See, it's not as bad as you fir-" Gareth's stomach growls loudly. I giggle.
"The kitchen is downstairs, the first door on your left. You can't miss it." I say, gesturing down the hall. My room was the last room on the long hallway so it's kinda a long 'hike'. Gareth stalks down the hallway like a special ops commando. I start laughing uncontrollably.
"What?" He asks turning to face me.
"There's nothing to worry about. You're the first visitors I've had in a few days. No one's going to walk in." He straightens up and walks normally down the hallway. Rob was standing at the window messing with the buttons and dials on his handheld flamethrower.
"Ssoooo, how may I ask, did you end up here? I mean, for one thing, the tech you two have is way too advance for this time and two, Knife Party wouldn't just randomly show up in room." I ask.
"I'm not exactly sure. There was obviously a malfunction in the teleporter's counsel, but that doesn't explain why we ended up in another dimension. Thanks to the malfunctioning tech, there's now a bunch of rabid centipedes terrorizing Rage Valley." He turns to me.
"I didn't catch you name."
"I-it's (y/n)."
"Rob. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise." I answer shaking his hand. There was a loud crash from downstairs and Rob sighs. As I run into the kitchen, the first thing I notice is that the fridge has a gaping hole in it.
(RobPOV)
"GARETH WHAT DID YOU DO?!!?" (Y/n) screams.
"IT GROWLED AT ME!!!" He screams back.
"EVERYONE CALM DOWN!!" I yell over their screaming. The room quiets.
"Gareth put the laser cannon down. (Y/n) we can fix the fridge. I think...."
"YOU THINK?!? MOM'S GONNA FREAK IF SHE COMES HOME TO THAT!" (She/he) gestures toward the poor fridge. Gareth turns to leave and (she/he) grabs him by the collar.
"Excuse me, mister? You aren't going anywhere until the fridge gets fixed." (Y/n) growls. I smile. That's the first time anyone's talked to Gareth like that in a while.
"And done!" Gareth shouts stepping back.
"It's as good as new or better." (Y/n) rolls (his/her) eyes. There was a loud crash from outside and what sounded like hundreds of feet pounding the pavement.
"Oh no." I rush to the window. "This isn't good."

(A/n)
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