You drove through the boonies, your RV having been a suggestion from your 'retired' accomplice, Jesse Pinkman before you let him go to live on his own as a meaningful citizen. You blankly drove through the desert, the mobile meth-laboratory shivering in the back with each bump hit along the way, a solemn expression across your face, you looked at your rear-view mirror, glancing at the picture Jesse had put up of the both of you before your first ever deal. To be honest...you missed him, he was a great guy, to be honest.

Several containers of powders and chemicals were kept organized on top of the counters of the RV, placed alongside among your sets of vials, beakers, and ventilation equipment. Jesse had also supplied the lab with food and other supplies for the weekend, planning to spend it using the rest of their methylamine supply to make a large supply of crystal meth and sell it before your cancer got to you.

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Suddenly, you realized, as you attempted to brake, so you can slow down the car somewhat...it doesn't work, you look down as you press your foot down on the pedal.

Abruptly, as you looked up, you spotted a purple glow appearing in front of the RV, before you were blinded by the light, screaming as you shook aggressively, the RV traveling through a rift in space and reality.

Almost immediately, the purple glow disappeared and you could see again. The RV was speeding through a grassy field, with a tree directly in front of you.

"Tree! Tree! TREE!" you yelled, latching onto the steering wheel and pulling a hard right, pressing down hardly on the brake pedal.

Finally, the brakes finally worked, bringing the RV to an abrupt stop just in front of the tree.

You took deep breaths, clutching at your shirt. You opened the door, falling out of the van and yelping, groaning as you slowly got up to your feet, putting your hat back on your head, you looked around, seeing a cartoonistic landscape, before landing sight onto a group of six pastel cartoon-esque ponies. What the fuck...?