I made a pair of OCs that I conveniently called Time Dude and Space Chick.
Time Dude (this is his first adventure! *squeeee!*) is the OC who can go forwards/backwards in time, but can remain in the same place/area only. Example, he is in a mansion at year 2010, but if he goes back to years before it was a mansion {say 2005}, he'll be in an empty lot, or on a different house, but its the same place as where the mansion will be. He's 10 y.o. in this fic, and I might make more as he "grows up" and meets Space Chick.
Anywho, enjoy!
Prologue:
Grumbling in his sleep, the ten-year-old curled himself into a ball. Where the heck is his blanket? And when did his bed get so cold? And why is he…
...Wet?
Gasping in surprise, he sits up and immediately starts to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes. Letting out a huge yawn, he stands and makes a face at his feet, seeing the fox-patterned socks wet with snow. Looking around in the dim light, he concludes that he might be in an enclosed area – some sort of soon-to-be construction site, perhaps?
Whirling around, he breathes a sigh of relief when he finds a sign near the side walk. He approaches it, and squints his eyes to get a better look despite the dim lighting.
"Area…now…sold." He reads out loud, "To be….de…demolished….by….huh, a week from now…"
Makes sense why the lot is empty…
"Ah…ah…ah-CHOO!"
Sniffling once, the boy shivered and wiggled his numb toes and fingers.
Right.
He's only ten, but he knows there's no way he could spend the whole night in the snow. Walking out onto the street, he quickly checks for incoming cars before crossing, hurrying when he finds a couple of stores with their lights still on. He hopes one of them is a bakery. Or a supermarket.
"Now, to answer the question of what year is this place..." he muses, fingers clutching to some change, a few bills and a house key in the pocket of his pajama pants. Really, who knew that his odd habit of pocketing things around the house turns out to be quite useful.
"Hopefully, I'll—!"
A whooping laughter permeated the area, catching his attention. Looking up, his jaw drops in shock as he sees frost forming along the electrical wires, across rooftops, and some poles. The weirder thing is if he squints hard, he would see a flickering figure of a person with white hair in a blue and brown get up – Is that a long stick he's holding? Why the heck is he holding a long stick? What? – being blown away by the wind, as the rising sun bathed the sky in pinks, oranges and light purples.
Oh-kay…
Either he's actually losing it or it's the cold. Or both, maybe…
"Ten-year-olds should not have to deal with this just as the sun is coming up…" He grumbles tiredly, letting out a huge, tired yawn as he slips inside a bakery.