The Jemaverse

Green and Purple

We went inside of those plastic tubes in the back corner as Tom was typing some stuff on the keyboard.  I looked at my brother across from me.  He was just standing there, anxiously waiting to be taken into a foreign place.  I was pretty happy.  I liked the excitement of it.  Life was way less boring in these few minutes I had here, but then I started to wonder.  Would I be able to get back home?  Or am I going to be stuck in this new reality?  
“All right, and done.” Tom said.
The lighting of the room grew brighter until I saw nothing but light.  I felt a little dazed when the light cleared up.  But once I could see clearly again, my surroundings were changed.  I recognised this place, but at the same time I’ve never even seen it.  I was standing in front of a sign hanging above a short but wide pathway into another square, floating island.  On the sides of the pathway was nothing, a bunch of sky, that didn't have an end.  I looked around and saw houses, regular looking ones.  There was no one else here but me, the place was devoid of life.  I started walking across the path to the other place beyond, and as I walked the sign above me glitched.  It glitched until on it were words in red.  I was shocked, it said Jemusement Park.  I'm pretty sure I just changed that sign with that mind, which was weird, but cool.  I walked across the path and looked at the other side.  That side had a name on it too.  It made me feel as if this place was just for me.  It said Jemvill.  I decided to raise questions only after I reached whatever I felt really drawn to.  On my left  was a building.  I didn't pay mind to what it was, neither did I pay mind to what the building on my right was.  My mind seemed to be leading me to a building that overtowered the others.  It was in the dead center of the floating square of land.  It was a tall, red building noticeable from miles away.  I ignored everything I had passed by and walked straight to the buildings entrance.  A brown door with a casual yellow doorknob.  I thought I heard whispers… coming from the building itself.  I couldn't hear whatever it was saying, so I tried pressing my ear against the flat red wall of the building.  The whispers were more obvious but I still couldn't make out what it was saying.  I got tired of trying and reached for the knob.  A light touch with my fingertips and the light from before filled my eyes again.  An ache in my head had shown up and the light dispersed.
“Ah.” I groaned, trying to rub the pain inside my head away.
I was in a different place once again.  This time I recognized it, and saw it once before.  I saw Carlos looking off the railing at the green and purple goo below.  He looked at me when he heard me teleport in.  Behind him was the path widening more and more until it reached a red brick building.  It looked like a factory with the big doors of those like a barn.  The doors were steel though, and at the top of the building were two huge pipes.  They were adjacent to each other and the one on the left released green gas, while the one on it's right released purple gas.  This was the place in the picture Tom had on his desk.  And the girl I realised was undoubtedly his daughter, Kiara.
“What happened?” Carlos asked.
“Nothing, just a headache.  Don't worry though, it's not that bad.”
“No, I mean the teleportation thing, while you materialized, there was a loud humming sound.  Not only that, but you arrived about a minute later than I did.”
“Well… I don't know.  A little glitch I guess.  Lets go though, no doubt there's a trap set in there, but I bet we can get out of whatever trap they have for us.”
“You obviously haven't thought too far in the endless and dangerous possibilities of traps they have set.”
“Eh, I’m just thinking about cutting the ropes that’s going to snatch us off the ground with my sword.  Seems like a logical trap to make.”
Carlos shook his head in disappointment, “That trap is highly illogical!  Why would they make a trap they know their enemy could easily get out of?”
“So we’d win of course,” I joked, “The good guys always win.  They did it with that show, Agent 27, when they trapped Crusty in a portapotty, obviously knowing he can easily get out with his multi-glove.”
Carlos opened his mouth to say something, but sighed and felt too tired of arguing against my stupid logic.  Knowing he had nothing to counter with, I walked by him and led the the way to the two, huge metal doors.  I was about to open them but Carlos stopped me.
“Wait!” He said, “We don’t want to run in blindly!”
“We?  I think it’s just you that wants to not run in blindly.  Myself, however, think it's a good idea.”
“In what way is that a good idea?”
“For one, what kind of sick person would you have to be to want to ruin a surprise?  And second, and more smartererly, it gives the bad guys less time to prepare.”
“What if they’re already prepared for us?”
“Well, that’d be a surprise I wouldn't want to ruined.”
I pushed open one of the surprisingly light, steel doors.  Carlos, even thought thinking this a bad idea, followed after me as I walked into the factory like building.  There were wooden crates scattered across the inside and if you were to look up, the ceiling seemed like a never ending hole, filled in with darkness.  The building seemed cleared out, with no one or thing inside.  
"Wow,” I said, looking up where I expected the ceiling to be, “sketchy.”
I walked forward and Carlos stayed close behind.
“No traps,” I continued to break the creepy silence, “I’m surprised.”
Ironically, seconds after that statement, rope raised up from under our feet and lifted us up off the ground.  
“See!  I told you they’d probably use a trap like this.  Bad guys are typically lowkey stupid, with nothing but only complicated plans to cover for it.”
A laugh echoed from far above us.  After the laugh it was an awkward silence when nothing happened for about a minute.  Another echo came down from above.
“Just... Hold on a second, it takes a while to reach the bottom from up here.”
Another minute passed by until Mare came speeding down and redirected his flight toward us.  He stopped a couple feet away from us and wore an evil smile on his face.
“Mwuahaha.  You know, lately I’ve been having trouble capturing people like you.  Always running around…  ruining plans, making me very, very angry,” He said with a smile that constantly twitched into a face of slight anger, “But I guess today is my luck-”
“Ever try anger management?” I interrupted.
“Huh?” Mare responded with a confused face and tilting head.
“I said anger management, have you tried it?  I heard it really works, especially for mindless shadows like you.”
“What are you doing messing with him?  Your going to make him want to kill us even more.” Carlos whimpered.
I ignored him.
Mare laughed, “your a pretty foolish child, aren’t you?”
“If anything, I thought you were the foolish one.” I responded.
“Haha... now wha-why, why would you think that?  You’re the one trapped in my intelligently made rope trap.” He said confidently.
“Intelligent, huh?” I said.
Throughout my conversation I held with Mare, I’ve been focusing on trying to materialize the sword back in my hand.  I felt the shadows inside me and forced them to come out, and right about now, I felt it about to happen.  Mare's smile faded from his face when he saw the shadows forming around my hand.  
“Oh, flipperstickz.” said Mare in a dull voice, now regretting his choice of rope.  My darkened sword appeared in my hand and I cut the rope, having me and my brother to be released.  
“Oh, come on!!!  Do you know many shadowman I had to kill and boss around to make that rope stretch all the way to that ceiling!!!  How much Flying I had to do to get up and down?  Flying isn't easy you know!"
I got into a fighting stance, then a question came to mind.
“Wait,” I asked, “There's a ceiling?”