A guttural groan escapes a figure as they step out of a shimmering time portal. String Gummy Cookie, his face a mask of hardened resolve, scans the area with eyes that hold the weight of a thousand shattered timelines.

"Another temporal distortion. Director won't be happy." He sighed before reaching behind his back, the unmistakable outline of the String Gummy Blaster visible beneath his cloak. A flicker of something akin to worry crosses his features. "Time's running thin... Gotta patch this tear before it unravels everything." He mumbled.