My Multiverse Trip

(A/N come, come my friends watch the world burn at my side.)

My mother drove me to the airport with thewindows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt - a nice black beater I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka. (fans internally screaming)

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small townnamed Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United Statesof America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade thatmy mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until Iwas fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself- an action that I took with great delight. I loved gloomy Rainey weather actually I loved the smell of woods and fresh rain I also loved cooler climates like Forks. I hated Phoenix. I hate being hot and the blistering heat. So honestly I had no problem with this.

"Ryan," my mom said to me - the last of athousand times - before I goton the plane. "You don't have to do this." ah but for the Plot and people I want i do and fuck the sun man I commented internally.

Rebirth in the place of another person was a total mind fuck for me it was like I lived that whole life as that person and knew everything it didn't change my personality much but I had just woken up and it felt weird.

my body was about 17 now I still had Sandy blonde hair and blue steel eyes I was toned and buff like I was previously just older I can imagine the girls seeing my now I can practically feel myself getting raped. all in all I was super handsome and my little donger didn't grow much to my relief. I didn't want some painful destroyer of holes I mean 13 inches is just unrealistic what are you a fucking horse there's no way that can be good for girls just stick with 9 inches man.

My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, child like eyes and wondered how many parents I'll have before this life of mine is done. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself (apparently rebirth instills a form of affection towards the people you know as the other person)? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still...

how is this an adult I thought inwardly but then I remember my life in the Harry Potter world and quickly shut the fuck up. I screwed the pooch in that place a lot let's calm my tits a bit here.

"I want to go," I said rather truthfully i was interested in the people there

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want -I'll come right back as soon as you need me."

I still had my magical trunk on my around my neck I was double checking everything internally. link to the kingdom check. link to the gate check. link to my inner world check. link to the system check.

One of the rules of survival I learned was always stop and take stock of everything around you and what you have on your person just in case you wind up being caught off guard by something you didn't expect and you just wind up screwed by missing an item or your gear not working.

The girls in the kingdom were practically screaming at my new look and where I was in pleasure and lust they loved these books and movies and I kinda resembled the main character.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and shewas gone.

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first timewith any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for highschool and was going to help me get a car.

Boy did I want that tank of a truck the thing was a monster in the movie and I was going to retrofit it even more to be a monster.

When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen- just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too.Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lightson top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop. You ever had a cop behind you? Even when your doing nothing wrong the shit is scary. That my friends is real life problems.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I walked off the plane man-hugs are always strange.

"It's good to see you, Son," he said, smiling "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad."

I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk ofthe cruiser. I need to buy new clothes for my trunk at some point aging 3 years in 20 seconds isn't something my old clothes can handle and they were mostly wizard clothing.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?" I said acting as if I didn't know.

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

"No."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory. Apparently the me in this world has a fear of fish also. Good times.

(A/N if you haven't figured out the world yet it's twilight hahahaha burn with me)