This is a fanfiction for Quantum Conundrum, and it takes place after the ending. Obviously, major spoilers.
Note: Since there is no canonical name for the main character of QC I will be calling him Felix, just because I think the name fits. Don't know why I just do.
The story will be split into two third-person narratives, between Felix and Prof. Quadrangle.
In case you don't remember the ending, I will give a quick summary:
Look it up.
With that covered, here we go!
Chapter 1: Many, Many Problems
Felix sluggishly awoke from his sleep. He attempted to get up, but quickly regretted that decision, because almost every limb of his body was in pain. Then he remembered what had just happened, and then he realized where he was. Nowhere. Felix was nowhere. Or at least, it seemed to be nowhere. All around him, there was nothing but blackness. Except for one, tiny light, that he spotted a bit far away. Realizing that he didn't really have much of a choice, he forcefully got himself up, and walked towards the light.
Professor Quadrangle stepped out of the Uber-IDS. And by stepped, I mean flew out of it at a velocity just high enough to be painful, but just below the minimum to be dangerous. Like any normal human being, the Professor yelled in agony. When he adjusted to the pain, he attempted to get up. Although it proved to not be the most enjoyable of circumstances, he managed. He looked around, and realized where he was. Panicking, he ran around looking for an elevator to a control room, but nothing. But then, Ike, being the completely adorable dues-ex machina that he is, was one step ahead of him. An elevator was summoned by Ike, and the Professor stepped inside. "I can always count on you, Ike." Said the Professor gratefully, but then the seriousness of the situation began to visually seep back into his emotions. "You better get ready Ike, we have a lot of work to do."
The Professor rode the elevator up to the control room, where he immediately saw the many, many problems with the current situation. First off, Science Juice was leaking from the cliffside of the manor, which was certainly going to get him in trouble with the local environmentalists, considering that the manor was over an ocean. But much more pressingly was that the dimensions were leaking out of the manor. Patches of reality where things were fluffy, heavy, slowed and anti-gravitised, complete disarray in the dimensional fabric of reality, and, worst of all, several people were most likely dead already. He, Professor Fitz Quadrangle, was, albeit indirectly and unintentionally, a mass murderer, and his guilt weighed heavier than the red dimension leaking out of the manor. "Oh Ike, look at this!" said the Professor "I'm a murderer, I've killed hundreds already! The worst part is, I have no idea how to fix it, I can only control the dimensional shifts in the manor, once they leave, they stay like that until changed, and the only way to do that would be to build an Uber-IDS the size of the planet! Which is obviously impossible." In the heat of the moment, considering his guilt that he was responsible for the death of so many, he had almost forgotten the third problem, that Felix was trapped in the pocket dimension. "Oh, and my nephew is still trapped in the pocket dimension, GREAT." Said the Professor "Now he's going to live there forever, and there's nothing I can do." But he was wrong, he could help him, because at that moment, he had an idea, a brilliant, great, wonderful idea, which would solve two of his problems. "Waitwaitwaitwaitwait I-I've just had an idea! I-I can help him, and I can stop the shifts, and I can keep everyone alive, I KNOW WHAT TO DO!"