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A smile spread across his maw. With taloned fingers intertwined, the reptilian overlord was filled with glee. What a delucious scenario before him.

“A dimensional rip… In which a multitude of different possibilities have spilled into one universes.”

One million possibilities to kill her.
One billion versions of himself to form an army.
An infinite multiverse to conqure.

“Delicious.” whispered Ridley.

Squeak, squeak, squeak….

The Repairman pushed his old cart forward. It was old, rusted, and one wheel squeaked in a dramatic mood-killing manner.

For one reason or another, the Repairman liked the squeaky wheel, and has thus kept the old trolley.

Squeak, squeak, squeak…

It currently had two toolboxes on it. One was blue, and contained plenty of viewing apparatus, as well as a microphone. His favorite, though, was the red toolbox, which had… everything else. That one rattled a bit, though not enough to drown out the squeaking.

Squeak, squeak.

The small inkblot stopped, having reached the rift. Parking his cart to the side, he opened his blue toolbox and pulled out a telescope. He began to study the rift, looking for any signs of…that universe. That creepy-looking dimension where nothing looked quite right, the one he was created to separate the normal, animated worlds from.

He was so focused on this rift that he didn’t even notice the huge reptilian figure that was nearby.