The Treasure Hunter and The Mirror

Willow stirred as she awoke from the darkness. She realized she had messed up the second that she had realized she was Willow again. Willow sat up and thought to herself, she knew exactly how she had messed up. She had entered the Dimension number when she should have entered how many she needed to jump in order to get to dimension 178. If she was right about this, then the second she went to the mural room she would see that this dimension she was now in was in fact dimension 266.

Willow got up and brushed herself off. It was strange that Willow hardly ever changed she was still a beautiful plus size girl in every dimension. The only thing that seemed to change ever was her skin tone and what she was wearing. Well at least to her knowledge that was all she could see as different it could have been that when that bear was after her she had a wider bust liner or something.

Willow sighed heavily, she wondered if she could ever get back to her regular dimension. She figured there had to be a way but there was no way for her to figure it out if she was not that robot. This was really the only chance she had at getting back to her original body. Willow started to think of the possibility that perhaps she would mess up again and not end up back in her original form.

Willow thought about that possibility for a bit. Well what was the worse that could happen if she could not figure out how to get to her original form. Maybe she could stick to being Willow? Willow had to admit that being Willow wasn’t bad, no matter what dimension she had jumped to, Willow seemed to remain constant always the same type of body, maybe slightly different each time.

So, if she didn’t make it back to her original dimension maybe she would stick as Willow and see what life would be like as a girl. Willow thought that idea was relatively intriguing; her mind was certainly flirting with the idea of sticking to be a girl for quite a while. She was thinking about how pretty she could dress herself, how she would be a totally awesome girl a girl that if she were Walter, he would like.

That was when her ideas started to wane, if she stuck as Willow, who always seemed to be a beautiful girl regardless of what dimension it was then chances were that she might have suitors. That idea made her shiver at the thought. Not that it would be weird, but she was a dude in a girl’s body for crying out loud.

“Okay Willow let’s look this over again,” Willow said to herself and started to head down the catacombs. As she walked, she felt uneasy, it was almost as if she knew something else was here besides her. One of the creatures she had run into in the other dimensions? Could it be the giant man-thing? Or worse yet the Snake-man?

Willow heard some horrible noise off somewhere. Though she was curious to know what that noise was she knew it would not be the smartest thing in the world to simply sit there and wait for whatever was out there to find her. Willow decided to head straight to the mural room and see if she could figure out using a girl’s mind what she was overlooking as a boy.

Everyone knew that boys were naturally stupider than girls, she sniggered at that idea, stupid boys. Willow stopped and pondered on that for a bit she didn’t know why she had just thought like that, it was almost as if Willow’s natural personality was coming through though her consciousness was not this Willow. Then again, each time she had been Willow she always had fleeting girl-like ideas.

Willow made it to the mural room and looked around. This place didn’t look too much different. The woman she had seen every time she was Willow was still here and still looked beautiful. The woman was wearing a blue dress here though, a blue dress that Willow thought that if she ended up being stuck as Willow then she would not mind wearing something similar.

Willow looked over at the monkey man and she looked at the mace. Sure, enough she was right, the number 266 was written on the mace of the monkey-man. So that mean that the number you entered on the frame of the mirror was how many less or how many more dimensions you would travel, not what dimension you were trying to get to.

Willow sat down on the side of the grand stairs and started to look at the mural of the monkey-man. He never changed no matter where he was, and he wondered why that was. Could it have something to do with that mace, or could it have something to do with the swirl on his belt that seemed like it was the same swirl that appeared on the mirror? Willow did not really have an answer to that.

BFF was the code here, it obviously stood for back front floor, Willow looked over behind her and down at the floor at the front of the set of stairs and sure enough there was were the entrance was to go down. But did she need to go down? Willow wondered about that for a little bit, no she didn’t think so, somehow, she thought her original dimension was more than this one was.

So how many would it jump if she didn’t enter anything? Willow remembered it had jumped from 1874 to 33489, and that was more than 17 times. It didn’t even come up as an even number. It came up to 17.87 or something like that. So, would something plus something times something equal to 33489? Willow thought about that for a while.

Willow quickly grabbed a rock and started writing down a formula to see if she could figure out where she could have come from if that was the case. Willow figured that 33489 was the second time she had been Willow so it would have been the fourth time she had jumped into another dimension. The third time was 1874. So, there was two other times she had jumped before she had paid attention to this number.

Willow tried to think if she could at least remember that dimension where that snake-man was. She closed her eyes and remembered looking at the monkey-man mural before she had touched the mirror. But she had been terrified by the snake-man in that dimension. She tried to remember it what number was on his mace?

If Willow could figure this out that meant she had every number but the original time in her original dimension. If she could remember this number, then she could figure out how many she had jumped to the dimension 1874. Willow saw everything in her minds eye. She saw the snake-man she saw the frame, she saw the mirror. She saw herself, or at least that Willow, she saw the mural of the monkey-man.

“919!” Willow said enthusiastically the seconds she saw the number she had started cheering in her head. But there was a problem. 1874 was not divisible by 919 so that meant it was totally at random. Especially since the next dimension she had jumped to was to 33489.

Willow looked up at the mural again and started to think. So, if she had everything correct then. It was the following:

919 First time she was Willow

1874 2nd time she was Walter

33489 2nd time she was Willow

178 Robot Walter

356 3rd time she was Willow

444 Shadow Walter

266 was this dimension.

Doing quick math, she came up with the figure 6180. That didn’t make sense. So, she tried again doing something different again but that came up to -1780. Wait is there negative dimensions? Willow wondered about that for a moment before she started to look at it in a different way. She was frustrated and scratched off the number 689219 she had come up with somehow.

She was never going to figure it out. Then Willow thought about something. The dog tags. Willow pulled out her dog tags from her bust and looked at them. Just like the other ones she had seen, they had a series of numbers in them. Could it be that the mirror had registered these numbers and got confused and threw her at a random dimension that these numbers and her original number had equaled?

18127334419 she quickly jotted this was her original number adding the numbers together she came up with the number 43 so if the first number was 919 that would mean she came from dimension 876. But that’s if it decided to add them all together like that. Now what happened if she multiplied every other number? That equaled 325 that equaled dimension 594. Somehow that felt closer to Willow, like she was on the right track. Now what if it had bracketed off two numbers instead of one? That figure came up to 187 which put her home dimension as 732.

That dimension too seemed close. 594 seemed it was close to her home dimension but below what it should be. 732 seemed it was also close to her home dimension but seemed too high. Wait what if it added it backwards? She thought. She quickly calculated 622, that seemed eerily close like she was only off by a few like literally maybe 6. Something in her mind was telling her that she was off by five or six. That meant her original dimension was 616 or 617. Willow didn’t know which one though.

Willow pulled out her blade from her heals and carved the number 616 and 617 next to each other on these two rocks that were next to her. She got up and walked off about 10 paces and looked the rocks. She raised her blade at the Monkey-man.

“Here goes nothing old-friend,” she said she kissed the blade for good luck and she closed her eyes and threw the blade at random. Willow opened her eyes. It had struck the rock with 616 that seemed right. She went over and grabbed the blade from the rock and walked over to the mirror and looked at the frame. So, if she was in dimension 266 currently meant she had to go up 350 dimensions.

To be safe Willow took off the dog tags she had on. And to be even safer she took off everything she had on. Willow entered the number 350 into the frame and she took a deep breath. She quickly inspected herself to make sure she didn’t have like a random tattoo with a number on it or something and once she didn’t see one, she took a very deep breath and walked over to the mirror hopefully for the last time.