#drcatboy

Tommy: No!!! It-it’s moving! And making- making weird, um noises. Um...This is...a bit, uh, strange, actually. But it’s not dead!!!

The butterfly flaps its wings a bit, before gently lifting off the ground.

Tommy: Um. Freemi.

Tommy: Why is there. Um.

Tommy: Why is there a giant- a giant butthole in the sky.

Freemi: This is—oh god, oh man, this is not good. This is not good. He- he summoned it, the Heart, shit, shit, shit—

Freemi: Okay, calm down Freemi, calm down. Freemi’s good. Freemi’s calm. This is fine.

Freemi: ...That “giant butthole in the sky” is called the Void. I’m not getting into the nitty gritty with you about it right now, but. Well. You know how I said something very, very bad was going to happen?

Freemi: That’s the very, very bad thing. And the fact that it’s here already means that we are on a time limit until something much, much, much worse happens.

Freemi: But you, Tommy. You match the Light Prognosticus’ description of the hero perfectly. And the only person across the entire universe who stands a chance against that thing is that hero.

Freemi: The only person across the entire universe who stands a chance against that thing...is you.

Tommy: M—me?

Freemi: I know this is scary. I know it makes no sense, and you probably don’t even remotely know how you could ever stop something like that, and you’re probably hoping you just hit your head while you fell out of bed this morning and the wacko magic butterfly and black hole in the sky are just a side effect of a minor concussion.

Freemi: But the fact that that hole in the sky even exists means the prophecy has already been set into motion. It means we’re already running out of time.

Freemi: All I ask is that you let me take you to Flipside. Go meet Coomer, and learn about the Light Prognosticus. Learn what’s going on, and how you fit into it all. And if you hear us out, and don’t want to take on the job...

Freemi: ...then fine. I’ll take you home and leave you alone. I’ll keep scouring these dimensions, and maybe I’ll stumble across some other person with blue overalls and a jaunty propeller cap that happens to be the real hero, and this was all just some crazy, inconvenient coincidence.

Freemi: But things might not work out that conveniently. And if they don’t, and the hero never arrives, that hole in the sky? It’ll get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. It will keep growing, and absorbing things, and destroying everything it touches, until someday soon, everything will cease to be. This world, my world, and every other world out there.

Freemi: If it wasn’t a dire situation, I wouldn’t be here right now, begging you to help. But here I am. So Tommy...

Freemi: Please trust me. Will you come with me back to Flipside? Will you help us prevent the end of everything?

Tommy: Yes! I’m, um, very excited to meet Darnold!

Freemi: This is the door he said to go in, right?

Coomer: I believe it is! Shall we?

The three head into the room.

Tommy: Um...this looks...pretty empty to me.

Freemi: Ugh. This place is a maze, and it’s exhausting.

Freemi perches on Tommy’s shoulder.

Freemi: I’ll get up when we find him, but I’m tired of flying.

Tommy: That’s fine, Freemi! Take as long as you- as you need!

Freemi: Thanks, bud.

Coomer: Well, boys, I think we ought to poke around this room a bit. Perhaps it connects to another room, or it’s bigger than it appears?

Tommy: Sounds- sounds good to me!

Freemi: Oh, that’s just cause we’re up on the Tower! The town is just underneath, people tend to stick down there.

Tommy: A bit- a bit stressful, for sure, but it’s also- it’s also been exciting!

Coomer: That I have! I must admit, I quite admire your creativity in addressing it.