The Unnamed Adventures of Chaos

3. What is Life?

-A Naps Chapter-

I watched as Miles grabbed Goofy's hand in front of me. I looked down at Gary. He was walking by my side. I crouched down to pick him up in my hands as I walked. "Don't you usually disappear by now?" I queried. He just pouted in response, not willing to really answer my question. And so we walked on.

Goofy and Miles stopped before a vault door. Goofy placed a few numbers into a keypad and it began to open slowly. My brain couldn't even process what was going on, so there's not much for me to say regarding my feelings at the time.

Goofy turned around to face me. "Welcome to Mickey Mouse's BUNKER!" Goofy introduced as the vault door collided softly with the walls towards a dent which was always there. Goofy ran in with Miles and before I knew it, we were before some faces I never thought I could actually meet.

Mickey Mouse stood in the bottom corner of the room, pushing his arm vertically with a weight in his hand. He stared at me with a smile, whilst his eyes didn't really show much interest in my existence. On the other side of the room, however, was a figure that I was all too familiar with.

"BABY SHARK!" Exclaimed Miles, letting go of Goofy's hand and throwing himself into an embrace with the giant cylindrical fish tank containing none other than a yellow shark. Welp, the world has come to the end.

"Oh no, a fan!" Squealed the shark in a squeaky voice, moving to the opposite side of the tank. Whilst Miles was distracted by Baby Shark, I was much more interested in the fact that Mickey Mouse had a bunker.

"Care to explain, Goofy?" A deep, croaky voice asked from a shaded part of the bunker. I looked and managed to spot two eyes looking straight towards me.

"Well, boss, I couldn't exactly leave them out there on the surface," Goofy replied, flailing about before flinging himself onto a chair which then fell backwards, "you know what's it's like at night!" He continued, pulling himself and the chair back up to a regular position, folding one of his legs over the other.

"Yes, but how do we know they're not spies, you moron?" The voice continued before the owner of the voice stepped out of the shadows. Or rather, I should say he rolled out. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" Growled George the pig, sitting in a buggy which lifted him up to be roughly the height of Goofy. I never considered George would be considered 'boss', especially when he appeared to be exactly the same age as he appeared on Peppa Pig.

"Lose it, George, they're with us now," Mickey stated, placing down his weights and flexing his muscular body. It's fair to say that he was a lot taller and more muscular than I would expect from a mouse. George groaned before wheeling his way back into the shade. "The name's Mickey." He continued, placing his hand out for me to shake it. I obliged and placed my hand into his. What muscular hands he had. I let go of his hand after they shook.

"Why do you own a bunker?" I observed, curious as to such a question. By this point, I think my brother must have killed Baby Shark with fright because my brother wandered to my side, grabbing my right hand.

"We wouldn't want to be found by the googlies, would we?" Mickey chuckled, walking back to his corner. Googlies? What was he going on about? I put it to one side and leaned on a wall. I looked to my shoulder, where Gary was slumped.

"I can't leave." Gary grunted, "I'm stuck here permanently." He'd usually pop off into a puff of smoke after every conversation because he wasn't much of a fan of - well - me. I'd tried to get his whole personality changed at the PA store before, but there was a technical issue that could only be fixed with surgery. No thanks, not again.

I didn't really know how to respond, so just moved on for now. "Why are we here?" I asked the room. Baby Shark decided to respond.

"Are you saying you're not from here? Where are you from?" They asked me. I walked over to the glass and pressed my nose up against it.

"London." I replied.

"LONDON!?" George replied, jumping down from his seat. "You can't be from London." He laughed. Mickey also laughed.

"No, it's true, boss!" Goofy inputted. "The old portal was active!"

"But- But the London Portal hasn't been active for...YEARS!" Baby Shark announced.

"Who could've possibly activated the London portal?" Tinkerbell asked, sitting on Mickey's ear.

"Only one." Goofy replied.

"Professor Squidward!"