The Other Dimension

The First Episode

Average Jake starts his average day by waking up in his average room. He gets out of his average bed and walks out of said average room. He eats breakfast, brushes his teeth, gets dressed, wakes up his lazy brother and then criticizes him for sleeping in late yet again, all which are tasks that could be considered and argued by many to be average.

But then, something strange yet possibly anticipated if one read the description happens. As Jake watches his brother nearly choke on breakfast, he hears a knock on his average door. He approaches it, opens it, and is greeted by a stork with a letter in its beak. This stork was intentionally holding the letter in its beak, by the way. This was no incomprehensible phenomenon. In fact, Jake responds in any regular way he would.

"Ah good morning, Mr. Stork!" Jake greets his delivery man with a smile as he grabs onto the letter. The stork releases its beak accordingingly as Jake latches onto said letter. Again, no phenomenon.

"Morning Jake," the stork replies. The stork whom which was holding onto a letter beforehand, released the letter at the proper time, and even knocked on the door earlier, said those words to average Jake with a smile on its face. "I was told this one is pretty important, so you better open it soon."

"Really, huh?" Jake says. "Well, thank you! How's the baby?"

The stork responds, "Eh, it's a baby, alright. Makes for a good alarm clock, I suppose." The stork then puts its head closer to Jake and starts speaking in a lower tone that most would call a whisper. "You know, I'm not even sure if it's been nine months yet, but I'm sure it's gotta be close. I'm delivering the dang thing. And if the receivers decide to have any smart remarks, I'll gladly tell them that again, I am not some baby delivery service!"

"You tell them like it is, Mr. Stork. Who are the parents, by the way?"

"The Crobley's." To this reply, the stork is given a blank expression. "Um, let me try to explain. They're kind of like larger sized denjers." The blankness only intensifies. "Oh, right. Um...well, they have these large twisty legs-"

"Say no more!" Jake says, partially stopping the description out of the sake of his own stomach. "I'll hit the books later. You get on with your usual route."

The stork lets out a chuckle. "Well, don't overwork yourself. Start with denjers, okay? You boys have a great day!" The stork then turns by its own command, and flies off on its own in a specific direction, as if being guided by its own sense of direction. Jake closes the door.

"Who was it?" Luke asks as Jake enters the kitchen once more. Luke is chomping on some average cereal with strangely no average milk inside it.

Jake notices this right away, and reacts accordingly. "Dude, you gotta put milk in your cereal already. You like milk. You like cereal. Just do it."

"It's not my fault I don't follow the rules of society!" his brother shoots back, as if they've had this average conversation plenty of times before. "I just don't like it, ok? Now, come on, who was at the door?"

"Just Mr. Stork making his usual rounds again. Oh, that's right! We got an important letter!" Jake displays the envelope coated in what appears to be lavender jewels. His brother marvels its presence.

"Dang, do you see the amount of dollar signs on that thing? Hey, they're legit, right? Not the fake ones that you just stick on anything?" His questions are ignored as Jake is already opening the letter. He scans it and his eyes widen. He scans it again.

Now Luke is curious. The thought of wealth seems surprisingly and ridiculously less important to him now, for some reason. He walks to his brother and leans in to see what exactly has peaked his interest. Like Jake, he has to check it twice, and afterwards is rendered speachless.

"Th-this is..." is all Jake can say. Luckily, Luke fills in the rest for him.

"THE PRINCRESS!!! It's the princess, right!? It's gotta be, right? Ooh, I can just smell the princess-like scent on the paper!"

His brother's raving brings Jake back to reality. "What are you, a candle enthusiast? Take a second and read the-" Luke isn't even listening. He's already left the room to change.

Since he has time to spare, Jake reads the letter again. Meet me at the castle. There's something important we need to discuss. It was from the princess, that couldn't be mistaken. But something didn't feel right. Of course, Jake wishes he could feel as excited about this as his brother, but he doesn't, nor does he know the explanation. There should be no reason for his nervousness, no reason whatsoever. And yet, there is. And it will only grow.

He decides to put it aside, however, and puts on his best face for Luke, for he knows that a meeting with the princess has been just was he's needed recently.

After some time passes, Luke comes tumbling down the stairs, with only one sock on. "You won't even notice it with my shoes," he explains anxiously. "Now come on, let's go already!"

Jake nods and approaches the door. He opens it, and the boys enter their not-so-average world.