“Come along Miss Hooves, we mustn’t be late.” A chipper chestnut stallion said as he exited a blue box. Well, the blue boxcar that he had hitched a ride in. He jumped onto the station platform and observed the surroundings. To most he looked like he’d just departed from business class cars from his sharp pen striped suit. However, his white sandals and the twinkle in his eyes would betray that perception.

“Coming Doctor!” A mare shouted from the boxcar. She was gray and had bright blond mane and tail. The mare was wearing the bright blue uniform of the Equestria postal services. She jumped from the cart but was off balanced by the postal bag that hung at her side. She had to stabilize herself by opening her wings so she didn’t crash into the platform.

Before the gray mare could finish departing the train, her companion had already started to move. She hurriedly caught up with the chestnut stallion, but only after knocking over four stacks of baggage.

“Doctor, why are you in such a hurry?” The mare known as Derpy Hooves, or as her family calls her Ditzy Doo, asked her companion.

“Because Derpy, the world is filled with adventure, and we don’t want to miss one second of it.” The Doctor said pointing out on the horizon before settling on the palace. “Also a letter from the Princesses asked me to come to the palace as soon as possible.”

“Any clue why you’re being summoned by the Princesses?” Derpy asked as she shifted her mailbag to a more comfortable position.

“None whatsoever.” The Doctor said with biggest grins that he could muster. Like a kid in a candy store, the Doctor rushed through the crowds to the palace.

Derpy sighed as the Doctor disappeared from view. There was no way she could keep up with him with the crowds of Canterlot in her way. However, she knew where he was going and she should be able to catch up to him. Taking to the skies, Derpy headed for the castle and wondered what adventure awaited them.

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“What do you mean that I am not allowed in?” A brown stallion asked Ground Treader and his partner.

“The Princesses have asked to keep everyone out of the castle until certain matters are cleared.” His partner said in an even tone.

“But I was called to the palaces by the princesses!”

“Sir, we were not informed of anyone by the name of ‘The Doctor,’ so please remove yourself from the grounds.” Ground Treader said in a slightly more hostile tone.

“I told you I was invited by the princesses, I even have a summon!” The Doctor shouted at them before searching his suit.

“Oh blast it all, where did that letter disappear to?” The Ground Treader heard the Doctor mumbled as he searched his suits many, many pockets for the letter. He and his partner gave each other a look that asked who should take care of the pony before them.

‘You or me?’ His partner postured asked.

‘You,’ Ground Treader replied using a slight nod of the head.

‘Really?’ His partner responded with a glare

‘What?’ He asked using a shrug.

His partner didn’t say anything but just pointed toward his mane. He was confused but then remembered an instance that happened a week ago and he was the cause. There was still a large portion of the guard needing to use helmets with fake manes after the bubble gum fiasco.

‘Fine,’ Ground Treader admitted in defeat, but still glared at his partner. Just as he stepped forward, a mail mare appeared and started to call the stallion in front of him.

“Doctor, you forgot this on the way from the train station!” The gray mail mare shouted holding up an envelope.

He knew the mare, it was Ditzy Doo, a friend from his foal years. Last he heard, she had moved to Ponyville and worked at the post office. Although he did remember that her name came through attached to an another file. Although he couldn’t remember the file for the life of him.

“Thank you, Derpy.” The Doctor said taking the letter and showing the content to him.

Ground Treader didn’t have time to seethe at his friend being called by that horrid nickname. He always took great pleasure blocking the entrance of other foals, now nobles that used that nickname and now wished to gain access to the princess court. He lightly gazed at the message and saw that it was official looking, but he needed to confirm a few things.

“You are Timer Icarus Turner, and your companion is Ditzy Doo.” Ground Treader stated instead of asked. Only because when he said the name out loud did he remember the file. Both his mind and body said the same thing together. ‘Oh, Bucking Horse Apples.’

“Yes, yes.” The Doctor said. “That is my name, but I do prefer to be called Doctor Whooves.”

“Let me confirm with the desk sergeant and you will be escorted in shortly.” Ground Treader said as he retreated inside the gate. His partner just looked at him with confusion and worry at his sudden disappearances. Ground Treader did feel a little bit guilty leaving his partner there, but if their roles were reversed, he would do the same.

Bursting through the door next to the main gate, Ground Treader rushed to the sergeant and snapped a quick salute.

“Sir, I am reporting a Code D.W. at the front gate.” Ground Treader said quickly because the sergeants look said this better be important.

“Care to repeat that, Private?” The Desk Sergeant said as he stood to full height. His presence said that if this were a joke there would be flanks to burn.

“Sir, Doctor Whooves, and his companion Ditzy Doo are waiting at the front gate with a summons from the princess.” Ground Treader barked out an answer his superior as he held out the letter he took from the Doctor.

It was then that he learned that the stories about Equestrian Marines having mouths worst then minotaur sailors were true. Since the desk sergeant was falling into old habits of the Marines before he transferred to the Royal Guard.

“Corporal Fast Track,” The Sergeant bark. “You find Captain Armor and let him know of the situation. I will try to distract the Doctor until a member of the special Unit can replace me.”

Ground Treader followed the Sergeant back to his post. Once there the Sergeant fabricated a story and asked the Doctor to follow him. He returned to his stock posture and stared out in front of him.

“He calls me Derpy with affection,” Ditzy said to him as she passed. “So you don’t need to worry about it. After all, I moved past it.”

Ground Treader felt good that his old friend had remembered him. How she knew it was him, he would never know, but then again Ditzy did see the world differently.

A few minutes had passed before his partner finally spoke.

“You’re an ass Ground Treader.”

He didn’t say anything, but his posture shifted to smug satisfaction.

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“Please come this way, Doctor.” Princess Luna said as she motioned down the hall.

She had intercepted the Doctor and his companion that were being lead through the palaces. She had heard from her sister the troubles that Tuner family had involved themselves in during her banishment. However, the lengths that the royal guard went through to keep tabs on them was staggering.

A small unit just to deal with the exploits of Doctor Whooves seem a little much. Even the rules for if the Doctor was seen at the palaces. Did they really think that keeping watch on statues all times during his visit was worth the effort? It didn’t matter for now, but she would get some answers from her sister on the matter soon.

“Of course your highness.” The doctor said with a smile. “Although could you shed light on why you called me here if only just a smidgen?”

“Of course, we called you here to help assist the recovery of a friend of ours.” she said as she spied the Sergeant she dismissed following them.

“You know Princess Luna,” The doctor started while rubbing the back of his mane. “I am not that kind of doctor.”

“We were informed that thee might say as much. However, this is no ordinary patient.” Luna told the Doctor as she opened a door to a room. She gestured for them to enter but not before sending a look towards the Sergeant that she dismissed.

“Well, I’ll be,” The Doctor said with amusement clearly in his voice. “What in Equestria are you, my friend?”

Laying on a bed next to a fountain was a being that the Doctor had never seen before. True he had seen many things in his time, but this was different.

“Red mane similar to that of a manticore, and elongated auditory lobes that end in a point.” The Doctor mused out loud as he inspected the being in bed.

“Canines and molars suggest an omnivore for dietary needs, five digits on hands… And even feet similar to primates. Fascinating, where did you ever find a being like him?”

Luna gave a slight cough at the way Cid was being treated as he slept but still answered the question.

“Ser Cid, appeared during a Fiend attack on a village that is now Manhattan. He was able to defeat it using the unique magics that he possess.”

“Magic?” The Doctor asked in surprise before grabbing a tool from his pocket. “Well then, this calls for a deeper scan.”

From the tool, a glowing blue light appeared with a strange sound. Princess Luna watched as the Doctor moved the device as if searching for something.

“Princess Luna, if I could be so bold, but you said he was your friend?” Derpy asked as she watched the Doctor work.

“Yes,” Luna said as she turned to the mail mare. “Cid is a friend that our sister and we met a long time ago. He has recently returned however he is comatose during the day, and visibly weak at night. When he returned he just seemed tired, but now it seems to have worsened.”

“Then why call the Doctor?” Derpy asked trying to understand why her friend was called to look over somepony.

“We tried to have a normal physician look him over, however, the results were less than pleasing. Thus, our sister summoned Ser Turner for assistance.”

“This makes no sense!” The Doctor yelled at his tool and caused both Derpy and Princess Luna to look at him.

“Three types of mana converters, too many different magic pathways and even two fused on top of each other, a chi system with corrosive ki flow, signs of mechanical appendages yet none at the same time, and what do you mean two personal realities trying to overwrite each other!”

“Is everything alright Doctor?” Luna asked slightly confused at the sudden outburst.

“No, how is your so called friend even alive?”

“We do not follow thee Doctor.”

“I saying that your friend's body looks like a complete mess. It looks like somepony slapped a lot of things into his body and called it smashing. Not to mention all the void radiation. I am almost surprised that he doesn’t have three heads.”

Then the Doctor looked and asked, “He doesn’t have three heads right?”

“Nay, Ser Cid never had mentioned having three heads before,” Luna said shaking her head. “Does thou have some remedy to ease his recovery Doctor?”

“Yes, but no.” The Doctor said rubbing his temples. “The problem Princess, is not his body, but his magic. I count no less than fifteen different magics mixing in his body. Keep in mind that this problem is magic alone, and not spiritual or other things I found in his body. Each of these magics are trying to restore themselves.”

The Doctor saw that Derpy was starting to become lost and changed to something simpler.

“Basically different parts of his body are trying to take all the magic energy, and are not sharing it.”

“Oh, you mean that some parts of his body are fighting over a single muffin.” Derpy said as she translated what the Doctor said into a familiar concept.

“Yes, Derpy that is exactly what is going on.” the Doctor agreed with an approving smile.

“Then why don’t you give him more muffins?” Derpy asked as she pulled a muffin that she had hidden in her mailbag. “That way this body is no longer fighting over one.”

“A good suggestion Miss Hooves, but one I am afraid that won’t work with just muffins.” The Doctor said to his companion before turning to Princess Luna. “Your Highness, I don’t suppose you have any magic crystals or anything that can produce a large amount of magic?”

“Yes, but pray tell what would such things do to help Ser Cid recovery?”

“It simple, I am going to overload his nervous system with magic and let his body absorb it. With a little luck, I should have your friend Cid up, and his magic no longer acting all willy nilly.”

With that, the Doctor strode towards the door and opened it to a surprised Stallion on the other side. The Doctor knew that it was a pony most likely from the special unit to keep an eye on him.

“Hello my good pony, I need you to go pick up a few thing for me.” The Doctor said with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

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Despite what people might believe, recovering from magic exhaustion takes longer than it looks. I remembered in the universe of Familiar of Zero it could get pretty bad. Their system of magic relied on willpower to cast spells. If willpower was depleted, then death was a serious issue.

Even now as I floated in the depths of my subconscious I remembered the various rules for each system of magic I knew. Even now various elements of my magics were trying to recover their reserves. It was barren ocean inside of me, and any water added was striped by several whirlpools.

Even so as I focused on regaining my mythical strength, I knew with my regenerative abilities that my body was in perfect condition. Until I get caught up in a fight or a battle. My mind was still sharp as ever, but it was foggy until I regained my magic.

As I rested, I could still feel the connection to the world around me. I felt Princess Luna nearby and several others that came and went. Around me I felt an influx of magic, I didn’t know what for, but if I had to guess Luna had doctors look after me again. I told them the other night that the next full moon I would have recovered enough to function again.

Then again it might have been idiotic of me to crash through the window and make an entrance when I was still weak. Might had given them the impression that I was perfectly fine from being encased in stone for over a thousand years.

...

I spent too much time with Naruto, some of his bad habits are still rubbing off on me.

I felt someone place something on me but didn’t pay attention. They could do all the tests they wanted, and I doubt it would effect me. After all, I took a punch from Doomsday once. However, it did hurt like hell and I wasn’t walking for at least two weeks afterward.

It was at that moment I felt fire pour into my nervous system. Fire wasn't the right word since it was like water flood my system, but with the heat of a plasma bolt. As it flooded through me, I wanted to scream, but my body was unresponsive. That’s what happens when someone pours something into another person's nervous system.

As the fire flowed, I felt myself absorbing it and metabolizing it into magic. My magic circuits relished the flow of fire, and my fae core was reforming deep within me. I could feel my power will return in force as well. That was just what I needed to force my body to move. I snapped opened my eyes and lifted my left hand. On it appeared a mark, one that I channeled my spirit through.

The mark was that of a compass needle pointing towards the horizon made from arcs. On the other end, a small tail of the needle was next to a small letter that might have been an N for north. It was the mark of the Outsider, something that I had buried long ago in my mind.

At this moment, I need to move and the mark awakened to answer my call. In the blink of an eye, I was pulled to the other side of the room. I felt the wire that was on me ripped off with my escape. Once there I recollected myself and stood. Whoever thought it was a good idea to send pure magic into someone's nervous system needed to be smacked. It was true that this method was effective, but it hurt like hell.

“Who was the idiot that sent pure magic through my nervous system.” I all but yelled.

Looking around the room, I saw Princess Luna hooked up to a wire, along with various magical items. In one corner of the room was a gray mare looking down with a slightly guilty look on her face. There seemed to be two other unicorns in the room that wore the armor of the Royal Guard that I learned from my talk with Luna and Celestia. They both had the look of someone doing what they were told and realized that it meant poking a bear with a stick.

Then my eyes spotted the mastermind behind the plan. A chestnut stallion was hurrying over to me with a twinkle in his eyes. In his hand was a familiar tool that glowed blue and hummed as it scanned me. The pin striped suit, the sonic screwdriver, and the grin on his face screamed the Doctor.

“No. No.” I said stopping the stallion approach with an outstretched hand. My voice had a tone of hope in it, but it was smashed by the dread as I spoke. “You better not be the Doctor.”

“Why, yes I am, but tell me chap, how did you know that?” The Doctor asked as he put his tool away. He was now more curious about how I knew him then checking the results of his ‘helping.’

“Ok, but first two questions,” I said to him. I had to be sure if he was my Doctor or the Doctor of this universe. “First, what do spoilers mean to you? And Second, who is Rose Tyler.”

“Spoilers, I hate them. Nasty little buggers that ruin a perfectly good story. As for Rose Tyler, can’t say I have heard of her.” The Doctor said with a little pondering. “Unless you mean Roseluck, lovely pony, but on the little dramatic side if you ask me.”

This really didn’t give me much information, so I had to ask another question just to be sure.

“Are you a time traveler Doctor?” As I asked, I saw a look of horror grow on the two guards faces. I wonder what was eating them, but returned my attention to the Doctor.

“Ah, time travel.” The Doctor said like an old man reminiscing about a long lost dream. “I wish that it was possible. To see the future, past, and present with just a flick of a switch. A mystery of the world one that is waiting to be discovered. A project that I have spent years/centuries on understanding.”

One of the guards pushed past the Doctor and walked up to me.

“Excuse me Doctor, but I need to run a medical spell on the patient.” The guard said with his horn a light but leaned into a whisper. “Don’t get him started, he his bad enough without time travel. I can only imagine the problems that would arise if he could.”

“Finds strange monsters wherever he goes?” I asked my face removing all emotion. The guard only nodded at my question. “Smarter than anypony he meets, travels around with a companion, and cause massive collateral damage in his attempts to defeat the same monster?”

The guard nodded at every question but looked at me with a questioning stare.

“Ya, no.” I said and ran through an open door. There were shouts as I bolted past ponies and ran down the hall. I heard the familiar click of hooves running down the laid stone halls and knew somepony gave chase.

I continued my flight, but I needed an exit and fast. Looking around I saw an open window and jumped. It didn’t matter what was on the other side as long I as I got away from the Doctor. I remembered a jump spent in the Doctor's universe once. It didn’t help that my luck and his got along so well, and tried to kill us every time we meet.

As I hit the ground, I felt my body falling into old habits. Bending of the knees, a shoulder out and lean into, and then roll into the fall. Parkour, a skill that I learned and had drilled into my body during my jumps. It allowed me to recover faster from seeing my chaser. The Doctor stood at the fourth-floor window that I made my escape. His face was beaming and I even heard him say that my landing was brilliant.

The rest of the Doctor’s words were drowned by the sound of my feet upon the gravel path. I didn’t stop to think oh how silly it looked of me running away from the Doctor. Personally I had fun with the crazy man, but apart from luck there was another reason why I needed to leave. That is why it is necessary to get a good head start to even hope to avoid a Doctor.

Running down the path, I saw another open window. Without thinking, I jumped into the window and back into the castle. Once inside I closed the window and drew the blinds. After closing my entry, I found myself standing in a darkened room. Using my esper ability, I create a glowing orb next to me. The small light was enough to bathe the room in a faded green.

Around me stood bookshelves that reached to the ceiling. A desk and few chairs littered the floor space. Around the room parchment and maps were scattered about and stuffed amongst the shelves. Apparently the room I chose to make my escape was a study of some sort. One that looked like it was lived in by the state of the room.

I walked towards the door ready to leave when a sudden chill fell over me. Behind me shown a purple light that competed with my green. Around me a mist formed and the air filled with a smell of sea water. The last time I experienced this was almost three hundred and thirty years ago. One that I swore to never have any contact again, because I learned the truth of his gift. I let my own light disappear as I turned to face the figure now inside the room.

“Outsider.” I spat his name as I glared at the being before me.

The bastard never changed, he appeared the same way as the first time I met him. A leather jacket, and the same gray pants, that never seemed to change. Even his sunken eyes and black hair stayed the same. I doubt a single hair on his head ever changed as well.

“Hello, Cid.” The Outsider said with a neutral greeting. “I knew we would meet again.”

“What are you doing here? I thought I cut ties with you since I learned what your gift does to those that rely on its power.”

“Even if you refused to acknowledge my gift, I still watch over you.”

“That is not what I asked.” My tone was starting to gain an edge as I spoke. “What are you doing appearing before me?”

“It is simple Cid. You are a curiosity.” The Outsider said pointing at me. “One I enjoyed watching. Even now in the midst of the unknown you still fight.”

“Of course I still fight.” I was slightly offended that he would even say that. “If I lost that drive an entire universe would have been ravaged. Isn’t that one of the reasons you gave me your mark?”

The outsider just shook his head at my question. Even now he still kept the air of neutrality.

“You had a part to play in my universe. I made sure you played it, and in returned I gave you my mark. That is all I do, nothing more and nothing less.”

“Then tell me, what do you want this time? You talk of being neutral, but your presence is enough to change outcomes. Even your mark twist the bearer.” To make a point Cid was holding his mark in front of him.

“Oh, and how does my mark twist its bearer?” The outsider asks lifting an eyebrow. Something that seemed impossible since he rarely showed any form of emotion.

“You know very well. I found it twisting my soul as I used it. There is no telling what happens with continued use.”

“Cid.” The Outsider's voice seemed to change just a little. “Your knowledge of my mark is lacking. However, it is not up to me if you use it or not.”

There was a moment of silence between us. Me with a rage directed to beings like the Outsider, and him with the cold expression of neutrality. It felt like this stalemate could go on forever, but the Outsider broke it.

“Despite our differences Cid, I still watch over you. Thus, I am here to inform you of your current displacement.”

“Fine,” Cid said with a small breath. “I’ll put aside my ‘irritation’ to learn about what happened. So spill, who was that merchant?”

“He is known as ‘The Merchant,’ a dweller of the void with powers beyond a normal human’s understanding.” The Outsider started, around him his aura grew to cover the room in an overpowering purple light.

“He is a being without rhyme or reason and acts as he pleases. He plucks humans with unknown purpose and send them into a version of Equestria. Each as a character from a form of entertainment.”

“Wait,” I said holding up my hands. “You mean this guy has taken more than just me? Then he sends them in all to an alternate dimension of the world I am in?”

“No, he sends them to an alternate universe.” The outsider said shaking his head with closed eyes. “Each one he has sent with powers of the one they dressed as. Many ripped away from their homes and now must live among a new land.”

I felt my blood boiling again. However, it was not directed towards the Outsider. This Merchant has destroyed so many lives, all for what. There were no reasons for his actions, yet he went ahead and plucked people away from their homes. I wanted to give him a punch square in the jaw, but I knew that it was likely impossible. The Merchant was an R.o.b. and anything I could throw he most likely would laugh at.

I felt the injustice of it all but was powerless and could do nothing. Even now, after a journey across the multiverse, I was powerless against R.o.bs. Every person has a right to choose their own path, even it leads to destruction. Even paths we are forced to walk, we can still choose on how we tread upon them. I chose a path to be a defender, a shield to those weaker than me, yet I could do nothing to shield others from this fate.

“What kind of sick game is he playing?” I asked aloud, not to the Outsider, but to myself.

“One that only he knows the rules.” The Outsider responded. “Rules he doesn’t share, and to even take a rook from another Void Dweller.”

“You mean DZ.” I burst out. I wanted to know what happened to my old Jumpmaster. “Why hasn’t she contacted me?”

“In truth Cid, you are hidden deep within the Merchant's game. Even DZ, who claimed you, cannot reach you. You are hidden behind a veil to her, one that she has tried to tear away.”

That didn’t bode well for me. DZ was a strong being, one that could do many things, but even she couldn’t reach me here. How powerful was this Merchant if he could hide me from her? I bet the only reason the Outsider could find me was because of his mark and because I used it.

“Fine, so what is the Merchant's endgame?” I demanded, with a voice growing in rage and volume. However, all I received was a black stare from the Outsider.

“Even you don’t know. Then what do you know?!”

“I know many things Cid, some useful and others worthless to you. However, I have a question in turn. Do you know who you are?”

“Of course I know.” I snarled at the void dweller. “What kind of question is that?”

“Humor me then, tell me who you are.” The Outsider said. However, his voice carried a power, one I have never seen from him before. A power that demands to be obeyed, and one I did not dare to cross.

As if under a spell, I closed my eyes and felt everything I have done washed over me. All my mistakes, trails, challenges, hopes, dreams, friends, and family. Everything that had forged me had passed through me in a small instance before I spoke with power all its own.

“I am Cid McConroy, a former Jumper of the Multiverse. A champion of one that dwells in the space between, and savior to many.”

I remember the first time I met DZ. She had just kidnapped me and forced me on my journey. I didn’t have a choice in the matter, but I did choose how I would perform. In the end, I did what no one before me had done and I was knighted her champion for it.

“I am a soldier that has waded through a sea of bloodshed so others did not have to. I have seen the brightest lights, and darkest nightmares that many worlds hold.”

I rarely killed at first in my adventure. I had only killed two people by the end of my first world. However it didn’t stop there, and I was forced to kill again. By my thirteenth jump my kills reached the hundreds and kept climbing higher. After my twenty-fourth jump, I had reached the thousands. However with each life I took another was saved and given room to grow.

Even in the darkest hours, I found hope from those around me. I soon begin to understand both the lights and darks of the worlds I ended up in. Each nightmare I encountered was just another resolve to protect those basking in the light.

“I am a hero that gives his all to protect others.”

I learned that being a hero isn’t just putting on a cape and saving people. It was much harder, to the point that it would break others. It even broke me, but I got back up. Picking up the pieces I reforged myself to be a shield against the torrents of malice. In the last moments of my jump, I gave it all to protect everything. I laid my life on the line, but even then it wasn’t enough to stop the monster I was facing.

I opened my eyes and looked at the Outsider who returned the same gesture back at me. I felt that something had happened, but I was clueless on what it was. Around me, I felt a swarm of energy that focused on the Outsider. Only it was not him, but something he held in his hand.

“And the token is complete.” The Outsider said holding out his hand. In it was the amulet I bought from that Merchant. The copper amulet with a crystal held within the center. However, it seemed to glow with some power as the sigil glowed with changing colors. A man jumping through portals that were Earths glowed against the purple of the Outsider.

“As I said some of the things I know would be useful for you.” The Outsider said holding up the amulet. “One such thing is that of tokens. An item sent into the void that connects Displaced with each other.”

“Displaced? That is the second time you used something similar, so what does it mean?” I asked folding my arms, still wary of the amulet the Outsider held.

“That is what those taken by Void Dwellers here call themselves. You are now one among them and this token allows them to reach out to you and in return you to them.” The Outsider said dropping the amulet which disappeared into a portal of blue and white.

“Wait, what do you mean for them to reach out to me?” I asked the Outsider a little concern about what he said.

“That is for you to find out Cid. Now I must be off, but do keep things interesting.” As the Outsider spoke his last words, he disappeared. Nothing flashy just him and his light fading into nothing. A neutral exit for a being that was neutral in every sense of the word.

As it returned to the darkness, I found a chair in which to sit. I felt the crinkle of parchment underneath me but didn’t care. Damn that Outsider, his visit only brought more questions than answered.

Who are the Void Dwellers that take people away from their homes? That was worrying because it meant that there was more than just one R.o.b. that took people. Who are the Displaced? He said they are people taken dressed as characters from entertainment. Only that didn’t give me any clues on what it meant to be displaced. The most concerning was the token. What did he mean by reaching out to me, and in turn them?

This questioned raced in my mind as I sat there. Hands folded together and thinking in the darkness of the room. So many unanswered questions and I had a feeling that it would only grow from here.

Author's Note

I want to thank again both Evergrand Storyteller, and Boyzlightning21 for taking the time to edit my story and correct mistakes I cannot see.

Also, my story is unoriginal to those in No Originality Bridge. Welp, I can only keep writing and see if they change their mind as the story progresses.

Now onto notes about my story. We are about to come to a close for the Awakening Arc of Displaced Jumper. I would like some feedback from people on what they think about my story.

Next chapter I do not believe there will be any references from any sources of entertainment other then MLP if it goes to plan. Also depending on who the story progresses you will find out about the main villains of my story, The Desolate Fiends, and what they are.

In case you didn't know, I used two different references from entertainment in this chapter. First being the Doctor Who, but most already know that because of Doctor Whooves. The other was The Outsider from the Dishonored series.