The Great Multiverse Theory: Repairs and Recordings

Omnius Tidings

There are legends of beings employed by the gods to fight for them, whether for good, evil, or neither.

They say his heart is just, and fights for his friends.

They say his heart is cold, and fights to cause fear and pain.

They say her heart is warm, cold, or as knowable as the secrets of the universe.

They travel from world to world, whether to observe or to carry out their employers’ will. They balance each other; none can exist without the other. Often times, they are a package deal, appearing out of nowhere in any shape or form. Despite all the mystique that surrounds them, there are still some things that remain constant throughout their journeys.

They are the Travelers. Fear their travels. Fear the wake of the oncoming storm.

~Shtik, Vestgate Snake

We had scattered across a few worlds to try to catch the “big one” as Avery termed it. It was such a large event that it wasn’t sure if it was actually going to happen within the universe or not. It made me suspicious and we decided to split up to see if we could prevent it. That’s what we’re here for, anyways. But what actually happened was something that I really rather not deal with. It was an exception to the rules of the multiverse. I hate exceptions.

From within the dark depths of the void, a trio of lights broke through an invisible surface and streaked through the darkness. They swerved and flew towards a relatively young cluster of lights. My workspace. My charges.

Crap.

The Janitor was out in a garden, moving freshly cut grass around to help a flower bed look a little better. Rabbits may be eating this clump soon, and Janitor wanted to make sure they will attract enough critters to cause a stampede. A buzzing in his pocket shook him out of his task. He fished out his cell phone and stared at the alert with widening eyes.

Elma dropped a broom she was using to sweep up some mushroom spores to stare at her flank, where a writhing shape started to emerge. The resulting image gave her a squeak of fear.

I was floating in space, burning down some robots (due to writer error, apparently) when a holographic notification appeared before me. My eyes widened in horror. “No way... I thought we killed all of them!” I pushed the hologram away and teleported to the location where I detected a crack forming. It was an outpost, typical of these places. And there was a giant line visible only to my kind extending towards space.

I rushed towards the surface, trying to zipper up the crack closed as I went. “Come on, I can’t be too late..” I was too late. A few meters above the surface, I found out that the tail end of the crack was following the head of a wide eyed boy. He himself had a crack on his cheek, and the way his eyes moved clearly indicated he could see the rift headed for him. I wasn’t expecting a moving target and smashed into the ground. This distraction tripped him. And the crack shot towards his head before he could cry out.

Whumph

The crack smashed through his head, turning it into disconnected molecules. The force it generated from the explosion ripped my earlier patchwork job apart, spilling black matter onto the planet below me. I forced my half liquified body out of my crater and tried weakly to generate a shield around the rift. Two problems with that attempt. First, the thing was several miles high. My measly shield couldn’t do jack shit to hold back a skyscraper sized sprinkler. Second problem was that there was a reason I tend to carry my tools of the trade around. Plus, I was hampered by being smashed into the ground at a few hundred miles an hour.

Quite predictably, my shield broke apart after one second and flew into my face. I got knocked around in the fierce current, and the raging, uncontrolled energies the matter released from being in contact with the Inside made my head ache awfully. My hands clawed for the surface, trying to avoid being dissolved by the chaotic energies. My vision started to tunnel, and barely noticed a flash shooting out of the tides. Suddenly, I felt a grip around my skull, and I was promptly yanked out of the swirling currents. Through my blurry vision I saw some winged angel staring at me curiously. “Whor..?”

She smiled wryly. “You must have suffered some serious mental damage. I’m Ryft, remember?” She gently placed me down, which I started hovering under my own power. My vision blacked out for a moment before appearing to reset, everything back to its original clarity.

I groaned, rubbing my head. “Yeah, its back. What’s going on?”

“Not to be insulting, but after you failed to contain the explosion-”

“None taken.”

“-I got here to pull you out of the wreckage and hold the flood at bay as those guys retcon the area.”

I looked to the side and saw a orange fire encircling the area. I turned back towards the epicenter and saw to figures looking at a video scroll or something. It made me wince slightly.

“Don’t feel too bad. Many of us were caught by surprise too, and had to have their sections quarantined and frozen until the damage could be undone.”

“Doesn’t really, help, but thanks for trying.” I sighed and looked around. “So, is it mostly done yet?”

“Wait a moment.” She flew over to the two figures in the distance, Wow, did I really get swept that far? appeared to chat for a moment, nod, then shot up into the sky. She threw her arms downward, shooting a blue fireball. The figures stood at the epicenter and threw the scroll into the fire, which then began to trail electricity. Once it hit the surface, it exploded, in a sense. It spread throughout the black stuff, burning it away. Within a few moments, the place was back to normal, ,albeit frozen in time.

“Sigh. Looks like I’m not needed here,” Shtik muttered. He opened a portal and walked Outside.

Time to clean up the rest until he leaves. This is going to take a while.