Over the years Entities would go through dimensions and take people to study. When ever they found something new they took it. Weather it be a human or animal, they're all the same to the Entities. The dimensions started to tire from this and the Ip...
Everyone backs into the other side of the tent. There's a flash then Tim and George fall to the ground. Dark was put into a Devil's trap.
"What the-?" Dark says as his suit turns into black flame and dissipates. "Glad you like the trap Dark. It took me a while to learn how to teleport it." Someone says from out of view.
The person walks into view and it's Dots. She folds her arms as she looks at Dark. Dots bends down and picks up Tim and George.
"Thanks Dots." Tim says nudging George to say something. "Yeah, thanks, whatever." He says folding his stick arms.
Dots sighs and sets Tim down on the table next to her. George is getting scared and shaking. She throws him up in the air and snaps. He disappears with a small flash of light.
"Do you mind explaining? At least to Mark?" Dark asks as he sits down.
She seems surprised and then looks over to us standing in the corner. I'm hovering in front of the others protectively.
"Uh, I got recruited by opsy-Mark a few days ago." "Opsy-Mark?" "He's you but with green hair like uncle Jack's instead of red."
I nod slightly. Suddenly the alarm goes off that signals that an attack to the camp is underway.
Jack's POV~ Mwhahahaha!
I open my eyes to brightness. I blink a couple of time to let my eyes adjust. Once I can see I look around and find myself in a tent. I look down at my clothes and I'm wearing a leather jacket-vest-thing with a vest and a shirt underneath with black jeans.
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It looks something like this. Btw, when morphing into an animal the clothes disappear until they are back in human form.
I get up off the cot and look around, there are weapons on a wooden table on the opposite side of the tent. There are two cots, one in which I was just asleep in. I hear rustling in a nearby bush outside and I stop moving. I can hear faint whispers and movement.
"Mark, what is it?"
"Irregular movement." "Isn't every-" "Shh!"
Everything goes silent as I hear the rustling get closer. I hear grunting in the bushes as it grows closer and closer. I hear hurried footsteps and orders to get "her" into the hospital tent. I peeked out of the tent and no one was there except a few versions of me and Mark. I slip back inside the tent and sit on the cot.
"Where the hell am I?" I whisper to myself as I wait to see if Mark will come to the tent or not. Time passes and I can hear voices right outside the tent. I freeze in place and listen.
