Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34183571-20190902210137/@comment-39892132-20190906051742

The Felix lowest down in the falling group pulls out another portable hole, ready to throw it onto the ground at the bottom of the hole. The one at the top of the group does the same, only this one throws it onto the wall of the hole and tears a hole back to extra-dimensional space directly across from it. All the Felixes fall into the hole at the bottom of this chasm, out of the hole on the wall of the chasm, and through the tear, back into extra-dimensional space.

"Phew! At least we all made it through without any--" All of a sudden, they hear a sound, sort of a combination of a splat and the kind of sound an accordion makes. "--problems..."

One more Felix crawls through the tear between spaces, accompanied by the sound of air rushing into and out of the bellows of an accordion. This Felix hit the wall to the side of the tear, and ended up accordion-pleated. "Speak for yourself...", he said in a semi-groggy tone of voice, before completely collapsing.

"Anybody remember where the multi-dimensional viewer went?" One of the Felixes asks. "That way, we can keep an eye on the arena from in here, and know when good opportunities arise, actually using semi-logical strategy, for once..."

"Got it!", replies another. "Here it is. Now, let's get back to the Escher Toon Hospital that the one of us who stayed behind made. This one of us looks like he could fold even further if we wait too long."

While the rest make their way back to the literal maze of hallways that were created for the express purpose of allowing injured Felixes to recuperate, the Felix with the viewer turned it on and took a look back into the arena and watch the proceedings, waiting for a chance to strike, to make it back home, and to close the gap between his storage facility and the arena.