It's a small, small multiverse (CLosed)

Alex followed behind, expecting something to smack him in the back of the head, rendering him unconscious. But nothing ever came. There was no mad scientist lab down here, no tools of torture, unless one counts a really slow officer computer.

Alex studies the door from a distance, seeing everything, the lack of handles or locks. He walks towards it, careful to not touch it. Finally he looks back at the doctor, "And how does one open this door?"
 
"Just have a seat there," Kutzensov gestured toward a half sofa in the corner, "And I'll show you." The scientist then began punching buttons on the "lock."
 
Alex walked over and took a seat on he couch and watched the doctor with interest. More than likely the door would open and there would be a painting of a whirlpool and Alex will need to nod and agree at the seriousness of it.
 
After about five minutes of button pushing, the door disappeared.

That is to say, it really disappeared. The door didn't swing inward, or slide sideways, down or upwards. One moment, the door was there and the next, it was gone. It simply vanished.

In the place of the door was an impenetrable darkness that absorbed any light cast into it.

"My magic well," Kutzensov said simply.
 
Alex tilted his head as the door vanished. That was new. He really couldn't believe what he saw. He slowly stood as he walked over to the darkness. It seemed compelling, almost like a bug with a light, it made him want to approach. He stood before it, marveling at the darkness. "This is quite the magic well." He finally said simply. He wanted to touch it, but didn't, "So how does it work?" He finally asked, turning towards the doctor.
 
"Theoretically," Kutzensov began, "You step through, you transform, you're in a new reality. I've ran a few tests, and have observed what I assume were the objects I pushed through transforming to conform to their new reality. Unfortunately, the process isn't reversible on this end of things, and we are currently unable to observe the destination reality."
 
Alex looked at the blackness. He gazes in, wondering if he can see anything, but he cannot. "So truly you don't know much. Even if I'm willing to concede this is a portal of some kind, you have no idea where it goes or what one might find on the other side. So I take it you tried tying a rope to an item, throwing it in and pulling it back?"
 
"Ropes, chains, wires...it doesn't make much of a difference," Kutzensov replied. "I can see part of the transformation process, and it appears that whatever has been transformed is compelled to go forward. Whatever I pull back, looks sheared at the point of transformation. I've even used remote controlled units, and the result is the same. They are either sheared at the point of transformation or, if they received the command after their wireless transceiver has been converted, ignore the command to return."
 
Alex listened to all of the explanation of the testing. "So what is next for your testing?"
 
Kutzensov looked at his watch and then at Alex. "Well, the next thing I wish to do is try to gather more data in order to explain an interesting phenomenon that occurs daily, right about this time. It's a benign even, but absolutely fascinating. I need to gather a few instruments first," the scientist explained, stepping away from the darkness. "If you would serve as my observer while I gather my instruments?" Kutzensov asked Alex.
 
Alex nods, curious to see this "experiment." He doubted he would truly see anything. He stepped aside from the doctor, looking intently into the darkness again. Wondering what he would truly see. "I am ready to see whatever happens next."
 
A shove from behind sent Alex into the darkness.

"So am I, Agent, so am I," Kutzensov replied to the darkness that had consumed Alex.

The darkness seemed to go on forever and ever.

Until it didn't. And Alex found both himself and the world changed when he stepped back into the light again. It was an animated reality Alex was surrounded by now, but since Alex himself was an animated character, one could only suppose that was the kind of reality to be expected.

Alex emerged in a large round room that had been decorated exclusively in pink. Pink sofas were built into the walls of the circular room, with lots of pink pillows, and a pink shag carpet, with pink pillows tossed about, and a pink chandelier lighting everything. There was an open doorway that looked to lead to other rooms, non-pink rooms, but the doorway was covered with a translucent pink curtain.

And through those curtains a bluish-green smoke flowed through, that manifested itself into a very attractive and scantily clad woman with bluish-green skin.

(Eden from the animated series Aladdin)
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"First you guys call me at dinnertime, and now you appear in my home? What is it with you telemarketers?" she asked in a dismayed voice.
 
At first Alex thought the old man had simply fallen when he felt the hands on his back. Then he realized he was moving forward into the darkness. He figured he would simply hit the wall behind the darkness and this day could end. He would never speak of it ever again.

But then the darkness seemed to encompass him. He felt it, for lack of a better word, covering his body. It surrounded him in seconds. Then the pain came. Not that he knew what having one's flesh burnt off felt like, but he suspected it felt something like this.

He tried to scream, but no sound came out, the pain now engulfing his insides. His blood itself seemed to be boiling. Then like that, it stopped.

Alex was on his hands and knees when he heard the woman speak. He heard her mention telemarketers. "Hate those." He whispers. "I'm on the no call list and I still get called." He then looked at his hands. They were his hands, but they looked so different, more cartoony than flesh.

He finally looked up at the woman he spoke, he titled his head and whispered, "did you know you are kinda blue green?"
 
"And Captain Obvious wins the prize,"the bluish-green woman replied, producing a giant blue ribbon from thin air and pinning it on Alex's shirt. "But that still leaves the question of what you're doing inside my bottle."
 
Alex slowly stood as he looked at the ribbon now pinned to his shirt. He then studied the woman more. The skin color aside, the woman was quite attractive, but also dressed strangely. It seemed to be a genie costume, the kind Barbara Eden might wear. Perhaps this was some coma induced dream from when he hit his head after being pushed into and through the darkness.

He looked at the attractive woman, and tried to regain control of the conversation, but immediately lost it for the moment, "Did you say bottle?"
 
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