Day Two

[Dr. McNinja]

Doc scrambled to his feet. All he saw was a flash of light, and his collar was heating up, then vibrated, then they... changed? No, they disappeared. No, that's not right either.

Outside. That was unusual. He could've sworn he was inside the mill maybe seconds ago. The sun was down, which was good for sneaking around. It was notso good for staying sheltered, and warm, in this weather. Though the storm had ended a while ago, the rain was still soaking into the dirt. The resulting mud was... Well, at least Doc's coat wasn't so bright white anymore. Trouble was, he had been in the Omniverse for a few months, and failed to see even one place that would have a decent laundry machine.

"Jak?" he called out, [color#808080]"Aero? Delsin?"[/color]

He stood up and did his best to brush off the mud from his jacket and scowled.

"You know, there's a chance I'm back in Cumberland, which means..."

He whirled around and drew his katana. "Friendly family ambush!"

Crickets chirped somewhere. There were no deadly robot animals. No boxing-glove-rocket goat head. No bowling-ball-of-dynamite-hippo butt. Not even a single birthday edition jack-in-the-box.

"Okay, no ambush," McNinja muttered, "That's-that's cool. You know, I'll just... turn around over here!"

He whirled around again, waving his katana again. Still no deadly robot animals, still no ninja family members. Come to think of it, no katana either. He had just been waving a stick from the ground.

"Okay," Doc sighed, "I'm still in the Abyss, aren't I?"

He heard Karl Jak's voice in his head, telling him his location.

"Thanks, Karl!" Doc shouted, "Thanks for separating me from my allies and shelter! Thanks for taking me away right when I was getting cozy!"

"You know, you probably don't be wanna be shouting that so loud," the voice in his head said.

"It's a ploy," Doc internally monologued, "to get people to think I'm defenseless, then HWA! I pull out my katana."

"Friend-o, it is actually useless to lie to me. It is not possible. I am a voice in your head. You shouted just 'cause you were angry at Karl," the voice snapped, "And that's not a katana, that's a twig."

Dr. McNinja sighed. He knew that the voice in his head, even though it was only a coping mechanism for all the PTSD he had developed from the chaos he lived through his entire life, and it had no substance in any sense, was right.

"Yeah, yeah," Doc grumbled.

"Good-o! Now grab your bag, and let's find us some shelter and victims!" the voice chirped jubilantly.

"Man, Jak and Delsin were way better company."

"What do you mean? I was always there."

"See? They never said creepy stuff like that."

"Hey, careful about talking to me too much. It's just gonna get into Deadpool mode, and we already have someone playing Deadpool," the voice chided.

"What are you talking about."

"Good," the voice mumbled, "Not breaking the fourth wall. That's good. Wait, I'm doing it, aren't I? I'm gonna shut up now."

Finally. Dr. McNinja breathed deeply through his nostrils, and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and felt the frosty dew refresh his lungs. Outside was nice, actually. A little chilly, but nice. Speaking of chilly, unless he was planning on catching something nasty, Doc had to find somewhere warm to stake out for the night. Somewhere warm and safe. He took out his map and shrugged.

"You know, that looks like a lovely safe place. There will probably be all sorts of death-traps there and I will almost definitely not go through their and make it alive. But hey, I could always use more supplies, and there might be some useful stuff there yet."

He finished that bottle of water from earlier in the day. Despite his ninja metabolism allowing him to survive without food or water for longer than usual, he was still feeling extremely hungry, even after that MRE he-

"Wait," Doc mumbled, "Did I ever eat that? Or... No, I never ate it."

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Grumbling, he started sloshing along the mud as he headed towards his new destination.