For countless days I journeyed, explored, and fought, embarking on quests that I believed would lead me to the peace I so desperately sought. But that peace… it was shattered by my own hands. I became the destroyer of the very people I swore to protect.

My comrade, my lover, my best friend—I killed them all. The men, women, and children who once gazed at me with admiration, seeing in me the hero who would pull them from the depths of hell, now saw only a merciless monster. I slaughtered them without guilt, without remorse. I had no control over my body, no feeling left in my heart. Even when Jacob, The one closest to me, clung to my legs, pleading for me to stop, his voice was drowned out by the madness consuming me.

I massacred every living soul on earth. Not a single life was spared, save my own. And when the world lay silent, smothered in the ashes of my destruction, a light appeared. It was faint at first, a glimmer against the backdrop of ruin. But there it was—a beacon in the endless void.

Was it redemption, or another cruel twist of fate? I didn’t know. All I knew was that in a world I had reduced to nothing, something still called to me from that light. The light shimmered before me, a presence both soothing and terrifying in its quiet power. I stood there, still trembling from the horrors I had wrought, my mind reeling as I struggled to comprehend what had happened.

I asked the light, "What are you doing here?"

The light shimmered, and after a long, heavy silence, it spoke.

"I came here to congratulate you of course."

EPISODE 1 - BETWEEN THE WORLDS-

“Hello!” I screamed, my voice reverberating in the endless spiral of the vortex, echoing back at me as if mocking my desperation. The swirling abyss sucked me deeper, its pull unrelenting, disorienting. I was suspended in a place where time seemed meaningless, where up and down no longer existed. But I hadn’t always been stuck in a place like this.

It began when I was an agent, working for a secret agency known only to a few—SAC, the Secret Agent Cooperation. My missions were always high-stakes, protecting the world from unseen dangers, or so I thought. I was the best at what I did, carrying out operations that others wouldn’t dare attempt. But even in my years of service, I never questioned the bigger picture, never looked behind the curtain.

Then everything changed.

I discovered that Silverfish, my boss and the mastermind behind SAC, had been working in the shadows all along, not to protect the world, but to control it. He was using SAC to carry out his own twisted vision, manipulating us all like puppets. When I found out the truth, my world shattered. The man I had trusted—the man I had served—was the very enemy I had been trained to fight.

Our confrontation was inevitable. I tracked him to his secret facility, where he had been constructing a device of unimaginable power: a portal, capable of tearing through dimensions. He believed he could harness it, control it, to expand his reach beyond our world. But his arrogance blinded him to the dangers.

The final showdown came in a flurry of chaos. The portal had become unstable, and the room was filled with a deafening roar as it spun out of control. Silverfish and I fought—blows exchanged, words of betrayal shouted—both knowing that the portal was growing more dangerous by the second. I tried to shut it down, but it was too late. The vortex had become too powerful.

And then it happened. In the midst of our struggle, the portal collapsed inward, dragging both of us into its unrelenting pull. My heart pounded as I felt the ground disappear beneath me, the world folding in on itself. Silverfish’s face twisted with shock as the same fate consumed him, his own creation spiraling beyond his control.

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Now I’m here, lost in the endless void of the vortex, suspended between dimensions. I don’t know where I’m going or if I’ll ever escape. All I know is that I’m not alone—Silverfish is somewhere in this abyss too, plotting his next move, waiting. And I can’t shake the feeling that this battle is far from over.

EPISODE ONE-BETWEEN THE WORLDS

OF COURSE, IN ANY OTHER STORY, you would have mermaids, their voices stolen, longing to sing again. Or aliens, cast away from their home world, seeking refuge on Earth. But this isn’t their story. THIS IS DIFFERENT.

THIS IS MY STORY.

I was from the Duck Universe—a place far unknown from any of the popular worlds like the mystical realms of mermaids or the lands of unicorns. My world wasn’t full of magical fables or glittering fantasies. No, it was a world of strategy, stealth, and covert missions, where I worked as a top agent, through danger with precision and skill.

I wasn’t cast out of my world—I was sucked from it, torn through a swirling vortex of chaos, and dropped into the one place I least expected. Not as a hero, not as a savior, but as a stranded agent, trapped in the body of a human in a dimension I had only ever read about.

There’s no grand prophecy, no destined call to save or unite. It’s just me—an agent from another world, ripped from my purpose, now trying to figure out how to survive in a place I was never meant to be trying to save a whole different universe i dislike before its ripped to pieces.

After what felt like an eternity, the vortex stirred again. Objects began spinning violently, tossed around like leaves in a storm. I barely dodged a gleaming sword that whizzed past my head, its blade inches from slicing me in two. My reflexes saved me, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up.

Then, everything went black.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, I was lying on something soft—a bed? Blinking rapidly, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Could I be back home? For a fleeting moment, hope surged through me. But then, the irritating shrill of my own screams echoed in my mind, the memory of being sucked through the portal replaying over and over.

I sat up with a jolt, confused and disoriented. “What the—?!”

I was staring straight at myself. No, not myself—but the body I now inhabited. My heart raced as I realized what had happened. My form, once so familiar, was gone. I was… human.

In my agent training, we had studied humans, though they existed in a dimension far from our own. I had never been an interplanetary agent, so I had only heard about them in theory. The worst form you could take, they said. Weak, fragile, limited in almost every way.

And now, here I was—trapped in this human shell. Panic flared within me. My hands, clumsy and fleshy, felt foreign. I could hear my heartbeat—slow and rhythmic, so different from what I knew. Everything was… wrong.

I took in the room around me, trying to make sense of this alternate dimension I had landed in. My mind raced, recalling fragments of information from my training about the human world. It was nothing like mine. Their dimension was unstable, chaotic, primitive in so many ways. How could anyone survive here?

Yet here I was, in their form, in their world. And I had no idea how to get out.

But of course, I couldn’t leave. Who knows what Silverfish might be up to in this realm, of all places. For a brief moment, it bothered me deeply. If our teachings had always told us that humans were a weak species, then why would Silverfish come to this very realm? There were far more powerful dimensions scattered across the galaxies. Unless—my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the creak of the door.

A girl peeked through, her voice ringing out with urgency. "Arigale! Why haven’t you gotten up yet? Class starts in 10 minutes!"

Arigale? Was that the name of this feeble body I now inhabited?

I stared at her blankly for a moment, my mind trying to catch up. Class? What kind of mission was this? I wasn’t prepared for whatever mundane human ritual was about to unfold. But if this body, Arigale’s body, had a life of its own, I needed to blend in—at least until I could figure out why Silverfish had dragged us here.

“Yes… I’m getting up,” I muttered, trying to mimic the human tone I had read about in my training. The girl gave me an odd look before rushing off.

This was going to be harder than I thought.