You...

You are a universe traveller. You started at the age of 8, falling through realities you stayed in for various amounts of time. You've seen nations rise and fall, superheroes win and lose, and aliens trying to destroy humanity for god's sake- But you had finally found a universe you didn't teleport out of. You were happy there, even if it was a bit unorthodox and chaotic.

As you were sorting through your bunk, you felt the dreaded familiarity of the portal opening behind you.

Someone yelled your name and then you were falling through a portal.

You'd fallen into a new reality, smack-dab in the middle of a forest. You groaned slightly and rolled over, a blonde, messy-haired boy with bandages tied around his wrists pointed a rough stone axe at you. "Who the hell are you?" He had demanded.

Turns out, his name was Tommy and he'd just gotten out of some exile that left him traumatised as hell, and he helped get you all fixed up. You two now sheltered in your respective houses that remained near each others. You two got on fairly well, and slowly gained each other's trust. You might as well have been attached at the hip nowadays. You both understood separation anxiety and PTSD.

You were doing your own thing today.