It began the same way a lot of stories do. In the Morning. The sky was blue the sun was shining oh so bright, and the grass was abnormally purple. Drigmon was ready and was about to pick what was behind door number three when he realised reality was melting away. Once reality fully melted he realised he had only dreamed reality was melting and it was now morning time. He did something most of us wish we could do right when we wake up and layed in bed for a good 15 minutes before he got up. The inside of his mouth, he thought, tasted like someone took a crap in it while he was sleeping. So he gave his teeth and tounge a good scrubbing. Still scrubbing away he drifted back into his bedroom. He walked over to the window on the left side of his bed to stare out it. He had a great view of a beautiful lush valley that was just behind his backyard. it was at this time that he realised the valley had turned purple. Funny enough the valley actually turning purple made it more beautiful. But still, Drigmon knew something was up.

"Purple?!? Something's gone all Conkers!" He immediately ran down stairs to the back door. Why the back door you ask? Well, it has the best view of the mountains and before the mountains come into view lies a long outstretching field, with some of the most beautiful types of flowers you've ever seen, which was missing. So as Drigmon ran out his backdoor he slammed his face right into the side of the mountain. "Grmblephod!", achingly prounounced Drigmon. The blow apparantly struck him so hard he was sent onto his butt, where he then lied down with half himself in the house and half propped up against the mountain for the

Meanwhile in a nasty parallel dimension a mad scientist is deep in mad scientist thought. Dr. Fuggly is his name, and though I wouldn't go as far as to call him evil, his methods are often looked down upon by his peers. The planet he is living on is dying and he's been called upon by the planet's respective rulers to try and help save it through any means nessesary. Fuggly reviewed his notes of the previous nights experiments. He's very happy with the results, yet confused on exactly how he got them. All of a sudden everything was where it should have been, and events were already put into action that would ensure the succesfulness of the plan.

Fuggly flipped to page 25 of the notebook titled "troubleshooting", "What's this? How could I have missed such a thing before?"

Lightning struck as he stormed out of his laboratory leaving behind him things undone. Dr. Fuggly was known for saying words like "Wopple, and Frabit!" and it's no coincidence that he said those two words in the exact instance you read them. The Doctor opened the 5th door on the left and entered a room full of mirrors. As he turned on the lights a loud ear splitting sound came shuttering down from the ceiling. "Frop Danglfoo!!" uttered Dr. Fuggly.

"WHO DARES ENTER MY REFLECTION CHAMBER?!" said all the mirrors at almost the same time.

The Mirrors could very well talk perfectly synchronized. They just liked to speak a little off for that spooky effect, and they knew it worked.

Fuggly was hesitant at first. He's dealt with the mirrors before. "Err...um...It's just me. Oh great Mimickers."

"ENOUGH FUGGLY. STATE YOUR AFFAIRS AND WE SHALL DECIDE YOUR FATE.

"oh thank you great ones! Um, Well...I was just reviewing the past 3 years research and about a year back we kinda over looked a small detail on the Relive Machine.

"AND THAT SMALL DETAIL IS?"

"Well, you see, it seems there's a fuse that was never quite screwed in all the way."

"FUGGLY, ARE YOU TELLING ME THREE YEARS RESEARCH COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED HAD YOU OR ONE OF YOUR ASSISTANTS BOTHERED SCREWING IN THE FANKING FUSE!?"

"um...Yes?"

"IDIOT!!!" Buzzed the reflections of Dr. Fuggly "DID YOU ACTIVATE THE PORTHOLE YET?"

"Yes, last night. It should have started on the other side by now. We've singled out a host to accompany us on the takeover."

" EXCELLENT. SEND FANAPALLA FOR FIRST CONTACT WITH THE BEING."

"Err..Fanapalla? Don't you think she's kind of young?"

"NO."

"Um...also, It seems last night while we were distracted by the sheer happiness we were feeling about getting the devise to work, Um...someone, or something jumped into the beems' field and was accidentaly transported to the um...otherside. We're doing our best to establish some kind of clue as to who or what it was..."

The Reflection Chamber was quite angered about that but it was a minor detail in the full extent of things. The Mirrors were content with knowing that soon enough all would be complete, and the world in which we now live in would be theirs.