"I'm Tino," he said meekly as they stepped through. "Tino Tonitini."
Whup, that sure was a magic portal. And he was -
"Meeble."
That was not a good squeak.
"Mib. Greb."
Those were not good high-pitched, incoherent noises.
It was Santa's workshop. He was in Santa's workshop. There were elves and Bigfoot - Bigfeet? Yetis? Making toys in Santa's workshop. While there was a part of Tino that was absolutely delighted to be in Santa's workshop (namely the part of him that wanted to trick or treat until he was thirty-five) seeing such a grand and majestic magical place only hammered the absolutely insane reality of his situation home.
"Why am I in Santa's Workshop in another dimension?!" he cried out, letting go of Korra's hand to flail wildly.
He knew it had to be another dimension because a) he read comic books, he knew how this business worked, b) his world definitely didn't have magic, and c) Santa wasn't real. He knew where his mom hid the presents.
So clearly he had been dragged into some other dimension where magic and Santa and zombie-goblins were real. And while the idea of being dragged into an adventure in another dimension was appealing as a fantasy, it was terrifying as reality.
"That is it! I am done! I am done with these - these interdimensional hijinks! Done, I say!" Tino declared dramatically. "And I'm commandeering this bear!"
He grabbed a teddy bear from a passing yeti, which looked at him with bewilderment as he dropped to the ground with it. Then he huddled up in a little ball, hugging it like it was the only thing tethering him to reality, shaking and hyperventilating.
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Whup, that sure was a magic portal. And he was -
"Meeble."
That was not a good squeak.
"Mib. Greb."
Those were not good high-pitched, incoherent noises.
It was Santa's workshop. He was in Santa's workshop. There were elves and Bigfoot - Bigfeet? Yetis? Making toys in Santa's workshop. While there was a part of Tino that was absolutely delighted to be in Santa's workshop (namely the part of him that wanted to trick or treat until he was thirty-five) seeing such a grand and majestic magical place only hammered the absolutely insane reality of his situation home.
"Why am I in Santa's Workshop in another dimension?!" he cried out, letting go of Korra's hand to flail wildly.
He knew it had to be another dimension because a) he read comic books, he knew how this business worked, b) his world definitely didn't have magic, and c) Santa wasn't real. He knew where his mom hid the presents.
So clearly he had been dragged into some other dimension where magic and Santa and zombie-goblins were real. And while the idea of being dragged into an adventure in another dimension was appealing as a fantasy, it was terrifying as reality.
"That is it! I am done! I am done with these - these interdimensional hijinks! Done, I say!" Tino declared dramatically. "And I'm commandeering this bear!"
He grabbed a teddy bear from a passing yeti, which looked at him with bewilderment as he dropped to the ground with it. Then he huddled up in a little ball, hugging it like it was the only thing tethering him to reality, shaking and hyperventilating.