Fiddleford floated through the inconceivable multiverse he had been thrust into. In the blurry expanse of shifting colors where he found himself lost, he could still glimpse the faint glow of the portal in the distance. And he knew he was lost, with little hope of finding his way back home. "Stanferd!" He shouted into the endless void, his voice swallowed by the vast nothingness of the space.

He spun in the void for what felt like an eternity through the chaos, until he finally fell into whatever dimension this mad odyssey had led him to. He hit the ground with a thud, the hard surface knocking the wind outta him. Taking a moment to pull himself back together, he slowly got up and stretched his sore body, taking deep breaths to stave off panic.

"I.. I'm still alive!" He exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and fragile hope.

Reaching down, he picked up his glasses from the ground and adjusted them on his nose, squinting as he took in his strange and unfamiliar surroundings. Where in tarnation am I? And how in Sam Hill do I get back?! He thought, his mind racing as he clung to the hope of finding a way home.