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A green backpack woke up to an unfortunately familiar pinkish-yellow room. With a groan, he walked to the two chairs with a radio, before getting a massive headache.
Liam felt like he had been in this exact same spot before. But not in the way where he was trying to get to the coordinates from the sticky notes, but like he was there in that exact moment, just different circumstances.
Like it happened in another timeline.
Liam’s legs suddenly gave in, feeling numb. For some reason, it felt like he was flying.
The green backpack sat on the floor for a few minutes, before the numbness in his leg stopped, and headache gone.
That was weird.
Ignoring what just happened, he sat on one of the chairs, hand resting on the radio.
‘My name is not Backpack.’
He turned the knob, then raised the antenna.
POP!
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Liam woke up in a snowy forest. He brushed off the snow on his fabric as he took a look at his surroundings.
It seems that up ahead, is a gate that was too large to trap anyone. He stepped over a large branch, making his way to the gate when suddenly-
CRACK!
Liam’s anxiety spiked when he heard the loud sound, shrinking on himself when he heard the footsteps.
“h e y a p a l. d o n ‘ t y a k n o w h o w t o g r e e t a n e w f r i e n d? t u r n a r o u n d a n d s h a k e m y h a n d.”
Liam shrieked and punched at the air behind him. The figure merely dodged the poor attempt at the attack. Wow. This guy really makes a poor effort in fights in every universe, huh?
“sorry bud, didn’t mean to scare ya.” A blue backpack with white slippers revealed himself from the shadows.
Liam backed away from the unknown object, hand clutched where one’s heart would be.
“What universe is this..?” He muttered to himself.
The blue backpack stood expressionless, not showing a sign that he heard what the green one said.
“i don’t think i’ve seen ya around before, but the name’s liam. liam plecak.” this only made the green backpack take another step away from the blue.
‘Shit, what do I say? It would be suspicious if another backpack was named Liam Plecak!’
Not wanting to risk confrontation, he said the first name that came to mind.
“My name is…”
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—[A BUNCH OF YEARS LATER…]—
“And that’s how I met your father.” The green backpack said to the teal and cyan backpacks. Backpacklings.