Hello there. This is another attempt at something nearing a story. Probably not gonna be completed, but that being said, it's not exactly linear. Its more so a collection of experiences more than anything, so it might actually be fine. Let's see shall we?
(Border Line)
The island of San Andreas. Somewhere you went to accomplish your dreams. At least that's what they advertise. What it was in actuality was one huge pot, boiling with so many different dreams, ambitions, people, and attitudes that the fact it is still functional is an unfathomable miracle. Inside the island were two majorly populated areas, the city full of people reaching out for their dreams only to fall the second they do and the rural area made of people who have accepted their lives and lived with what they have. Otherwise known as Los Santos and Blaine County. In between these two stood the ever giant and graceful, Mt. Chilliad, along with its branches of nameless siblings/ children. Inside the border of land were many forests. And inside one particular patch of forestry stood two individuals, an unbranded van full of equipment, a white motor cycle, and a stand which help up a bulkier-than-average watch.
The stand stood in the center of a clearing, various cables and wires stranding from inside the van connecting to the stand, which had a multitude of small wires connected to the watch itself. The two individuals were both males, but different in appearance. The first man, a man of African American descent with short cut black hair, was a humble but brilliant connoisseur of the sciences, known by the few he has associated himself with for his superb understanding of the matters of the universe and how time itself asserts its dominance over all. His name was Carlos, last name unknown, and his apparel was somewhat formal, having dress pants and shirt on with boots meant for hiking.
The second man was one surrounded by mystery. His skin tone was ghastly white, near unnatural, as well as his hair, which was a shaggy Mohawk that went from his forehead to the back of his head, even whiter than his skin. .He stood clad in formal wear, a suit nearly as white as he with a black tie, white dress pants, black dress shoes, black leather gloves, and lastly, a pair of silver aviator glasses, hiding the most unnerving eyes grey as cement. Surrounded by an aura of mystery, this man was known for his ability to get things done, quickly, efficiently, and silently if needed, though it was not a necessity. His name was Maxton Maximum. A name respected by many, and feared by more.
Slung across his shoulder was a duffel bag, the contents of which were proven to only cause harm. How these two men came to know each other was yet another mystery, but the relationship between them was that of friends. Their purpose of there being in the woods was a matter personally requested by Maxton, a proposal that had been initiated nearly fifteen years ago. Over the course of his stay in San Andreas Maxton had assumed quite a fortune, with a reputation to match. He was the sole funding party that supported the project and was half the reason it got to where it was, the other half being the Genius man himself, Carlos. Every day was full of anticipation of the text Maxton would receive, alerting him of its finalization. That day was today. The project in question…
… was a Vortex Manipulator, a device to go through time and space.
In this case it was an overcharged one, meant to breach the border between universes. While it posed an incredibly large list of issues, it also was a massive breakthrough for the science of mankind. Everything about it, from its base design to the function, was un heard of, until now. With the help of Maxton's vague design blueprints, Carlos was able to make a functioning Manipulator, though just barely. Now came the final phase.
"Ok, going through the readings now…. The structure seems stable… Frequency readings still the same, though it looks like they might start changing soon… Hmm… ok, since the power is still acting sporadic I assume we only get one shot, just like you said… ok, ok, everything's reading decent enough for this to work."
"Mm."
"Hey, uh, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I know, we finally got everything down and it's our only shot, but, like, we don't even know where you're going! What if you end up someplace horrible or in space and you suffocate to death or something?! There's just way too many variables here for this to work out in our favor."
Anticipating his associates nervous nature, Maxton stood from his position tinkering with the makeshift stand put on his motorcycle, The Innovation, and walked over to the apprehensive man and, gently grabbing his shoulder, stared him in the eyes and handed him a white envelope. When he walked away to continue his tinkering, Carlos gazed upon the casing with confusion. It completely blank except for one sentence written in neat cursive writing on the front. It read:
Only when I am gone will you open this, and within it will you find your answers.
When he went to question its contents, he found the space in front of him empty, Maxton already back to work. Sighing, he went back to his position at the back of the van, wrapping up the last stage of preparation, before realizing all he had to do was sit back and wait for the signal. When stopped himself, he turned to find Maxton already attaching the Manipulator to his Innovation, the stand now empty. He seated himself upon the chopper, helming a helmet before pressing various buttons on the Manipulator and giving Carlos a thumbs up. Carlos was still for a moment, letting it all sink in. He was going to send this man through Space and Time. With a small grin he initiated the Vortex Manipulation.
With a 'hum' the power began to surge towards the Watch, Carlos watching on in awe, while Maxton, seeing his job was done for the moment, got ready to travel. He sat up straight and started his engines, giving the miniscule boost the power needed to activate. Bright arches of light began to strafe off the Manipulator, forcing Carlos to cover his eyes. The flashes built up until a 'boom' was heard, the force behind it impacting Carlos and sending him into the side of the van. When he finally stood up, dazed by the recent events, he looked around desperately for his friend, hoping to not see chunks of him everywhere. His gave traveled over to where the Innovation stood, only to find it empty. Instead, scorched earth and wires burnt off at random points were all that greeted him. His first initial reactions were to panic and search all over for him, but he decided against that. Instead, he laughed.
Because he was certain he just sent somebody across Time and Space!
(Border Line)
Inside a junkyard in contemporary London stood various objects, most of different shapes and sizes. One such object was a blue 'Police Public Call Box', very out of place since it showed no wear or tear, but it remained all the same. What was unknown about it was the inside, a place larger than the entire junkyard, fit into the box. This was possible because of the time lord technology known as the T.A.R.D.I.S, or Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It's innate ability to travel through time and space was unrivaled and so was its pilot, a seemingly normal human man names 'The Doctor'. He was actually a time lord, a race of beings that sought to be able to control time itself and succeeded in doing so, though it came with a deadly price later on. Now he was one of the last time lord left, his granddaughter being the only other.
All until this fateful day where he met three interesting people that decided to join him in his adventures. Two teachers named Barbara Wright and Ian Chesterton, and a strange mute that went by 'Maxton Maximum'. He would gain companions as he lived his life, all going and leaving him at some point, but not Maxton. In fact, in his stay he would prove to not age at all, further mystifying his origins. All he needed to know though, was that he was there, all the way until the end.
(Border line)
Back on Earth, Carlos sat in the seat of his van, mulling over the events that had transpired hours ago. It had turned dark now, though he still sat there, looking at the envelope in his hands, carefully holding it as though it might fade away at any moment. When he finally gathered up the courage to open it, his eyes widened at the words within. Inside told of the many mysteries that he hid, along with instructions to incinerate this paper as soon as possible. Noticing something hidden within the envelope, he emptied it into his hands, ending up with a silver USB. Written on the side in familiar cursive handwriting were the words:
Blueprints, use them well.
He gave a small smile and stored the USB in his pocket, starting the van, and began to head back to his home. A whole new world of opportunities had just opened up and he was going to seize it by the reigns.