This can't be good.

[maybeamonster]

To say that the sheriff wasn't used to strange happenings would be a understatement to say the least. But to say that the sheriff was used to transdimensional travel? Well, maybe 'used to' wouldn't be the exact way he'd frame that statement but he'd certainly experienced a lot of weird happenings at his time as sheriff of a small town named Eureka. But this was an entirely new sensation, even for him.

He'd just been yelling at Osbourne for this sort of plant hybrid that may or may not been planning on eating people he'd been developing in secret. It was a shame too cause he was just about to make a really good Audrey II joke before he ended up... wherever this was. That joke he'd just been about to make felt like a distant memory now as he tried to drink in his surroundings which would have worked easy if it wasn't for a pounding headache that seemed to quickly be making its way from his temples downwards with no end in sight.

The expansive streetway in front of him started to disappear as blackness clawed its way from the outside of his vision and threatened to take over, it was starting to make him feel ill. He reached out blindly and grabbed the first thing that he could welcoming the cold bite of metal against his fingertips, grounding him in a way. Whatever he was looking at was apparently real so at least he was alive the street post gave him just enough support so that the wave of disorientation that had seemed to wash over him a moment ago receded back out enough so that he could get to examine his immediate surroundings. Not that he truly understood them.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked to no one in particular.