Author's Note: I'm writing this way in advance from when you guys see it, because I'm restless. I'm sorry for having Timmy from the get go, but I have to establish the new status quo first. If "Middle Ground" saved Timmy until the end, I can stall him for most of a Track
Crossroads Of Reality Excel
Track 1: Rhinestone Eyes
It's been a few weeks since my near death experience at the hand of my best friend's evil personality. Wow, does that sentence sound weird, even in context.
In the wake of new visions of the future, I have decided to seek the aid of The Doctor.
For those of you who don't live in England and haven't seen his antics, the Doctor is a time traveling alien from the planet Gallifrey who protects the world from menaces across time and space.
What is very interesting about his race is that A: they have two hearts and B: when near or practically dead, they can regenerate into a new appearance and new personality, but stay the same person. All of these incarnations refer to each as separate people however.
Currently, The Doctor is in his 11th incarnation and is around 900 plus years old and looks to be in his early to mid 20's, but that gets a little foggy what with time travel.
Anyway, The Doctor is one of the foremost experts on time next to the late (late) Clockwork, and we've both been investigating literal cracks in time. Events and memories are being erased, as if they never happened.
As you can imagine, this is a bad thing for the fabric of the universe and as Clockwork's successor, I feel responsible for taking on this case.
"Umm, hello?"
Mana was next to me, looking at Twilight Town from the clock tower.
"What is with you recently? You've been spacing out without saying anything" She looked genuinely concerned, and I don't blame her.
"I just feel anxious and stressed, is all? College finals, the psychological repressions of dying, BEING MARRIED; It really fucks with your emotions"
"Aw, don't be such a baby" she snarked
"Sweetie, I love you, but don't reply with sarcasm"
I looked up at my newly blushing bride.
Mana is a dryad, a mystical creature in tune with plants. I know I mentioned off hand that she was an alien before, but that was only in perspective of what Muggles perceive.
She has very tanned or dark skin, as befitting a mulatto. Yes, she's in fact the racial equivalent of the middle of the road. I've already mentioned my obsession of duality due to my heritage. She's offhand mentions being half Swedish, a quarter Jamaican, and a quarter Native America. She's adopted, so she doesn't like to mention it,
Mana has full brown colored lips and brown/black hair like me. Where she differs from me is her bright purple eyes that usually glow with cattiness.
In all, I like exotic girls, and Mana delivers.
But it's not just her looks; I'm not that shallow. Mana is sassy, intelligent, down to earth, and realistic. She keeps me in line so that I can't bite off more then I can chew.
I shrugged and examined my black and white suit.
"I look and feel like a tool in this, Mana"
"Oh come on, sweetie. A little thing like an eternal bond should be celebrated by you dressing all swanky" she replied, still clad in her white wedding gown, accentuated by a red headband at Trixie's suggestion.
"I love you, my princess, m sun. My starlit sky" Dire in to give Man a passionate kiss, which she returned in kind, then we both giggled at how melodramatic I am.
I think she's the most beautiful young woman in the world. To good for me anyhow. I'm a big large beast with less fur and she's a deceptively delicate desert rose.
Who could ever love a hulking monster like me? Yeah, I have angst too.
Every Chosen has emotional issues. Comes with the job.
In my case, I have replaced my guilt for letting Kari die with slim to none concept of self esteem, especially given how much Mana contrast and me.
My eyes lit up in alertness. I pulled out my gold chain watch
"And now would be time for get going. I have an appointment with my doctor now"
"Wha-"
I had grabbed her and lept off the clock tower, canceling my inertia and landing gentle as I hit the ground.
"You're nuts. You know that, right?" Mana gasped
We ran to Twilight Town's train station, when a blue telephone booth warped into space.
I grinned insanely, snapped my fingers and the doors were flung open.
Mana and I emerged in a vast mechanical room, alien in origin, alien in name. The TARDIS, The Doctor's ship.
I had been here when I first started out, when the Doctor accused me of being an temporal anomaly. He was in this 10th form then.
Now his 11th one confronts me.
He's a very young man, about in his mid 20's. He has moussed brown hair and a white shirt over a brown tweed jacket with blue pants and a bow tie"
"Ah, if it isn't Clockwork's boy in the flesh. Consort of the Dreygan prince, has saved the universe about as much as me. Michael Riddle, the Scion of Twilight
"Mana, this is The Doctor. Last of his race, like us. Courage of about 5090 different races and the Oncoming Storm."
Mana hesitantly shook his hand, and The Doctor blushed intensely, not sure what to do, then greeted a young 21-year-old red haired woman, shaken from a long trip. Her name is Amy Pond, and she's the Doctor's current companion
Because of the loneliness of his job, The Doctor usually brings people along for the rides through time and space. They help keep his mind grounded and stable. Amy saw 11 when he firs regenerated and she was a child. Then due to time malfunctions he met her again when she was 19 and everyone thought her nuts because of her seeing the Doctor.
Amy, much like Mana is a down to earth girl who has gotten involved in something far bigger then she can comprehend, totted around by a nutty immortal British alien with trust issues.
The Doctor came to the conclusion that the cracks are somehow connect to her June 26th, 2010 marriage to a medical nurse named Rory Williams, Amy's fiancé.
How ironic, the Doctor now has two companions who are going to married, and two who already have.
"Anyway, Doctor, I have concluded that because we're both investigating the cracks in time that we pool our resources together and form an alliance." I stated in one breath
At this point, the Doctor was adjusting his bowtie, clearly not paying attention to my spiel.
"Well?"
"I'm sorry, Michael, but your powers might end up making things worst. They're just too chaotic," The Doctor pleaded to me
I groaned angrily, my eyes glowed for a second, the Doctor's hands lept to his sonic screwdriver, and the standoff concluded as I backed off.
As you can see, I do not take rejection well. Like at all.
I stormed out of the TARDIS, Mana behind me.
"FINE. WHO NEEDS YOU? I CAN START MY OWN ADVENTURES IN TIME AND SPACE. WITH BLACKJACK. AND HOOKERS. IN FACT, FORGET THE BLACKJACK" I ranted angrily
The TARDIS dematerialized as I seethed with anger.
I opened a portal back to New York
Man merely stared at me incuriously, knowing that I had just be quite impolite to the Doctor, a man who could probably rearrange my organs if I got on his bad side.
I allowed d her to step into the portal first, as a gentlemen should
"We really need to make you stop that insane rage problem, dear" She snarked again
Being emotionally upset runs in my family.
My mother bucked the trend for all elves/fae/angels by being incredibly proactive and dominant.
And most of you know how driven and mad my father got when he wanted something, especially immortality
My light and dark natures conflicting usually lead to extremely destructive temper tantrums.
If the Doctor won't let me assist him, I'll just have to do thing on my own," I stated
"SO you're going to find Timmy and Trixie then? Guilt trip them into helping your inexcusably charismatic ass even after you promised that you wouldn't bother them again with a precarious situation?" Mana said, all in one breathe, catching me off guard.
"You wound me, Missus Riddle," I said, feigning being genuinely hurt. See, I'm a very good actor, but even I can't fool Mana possibly due to a unique psychological side effect of her plant heritage, I mostly lie to mask my true feelings because I don't want to worry anyone. I'm hyper considerate like that.
Anyway, I had set up Timmy and Trixie to live near Riddlecorp HQ so that I could keep an eye on them. The news traveled quickly that they had saved the Earth and eventually the universe from destruction, with my guidance to push them in the right direction.
Contrary to what you might think and despite my hijacking of Earth's broadcasts, I chose to remain behind the scenes and let Timmy and Trixie take all the credit.
Anyway, the two had adjusted very quickly to being heroes. Timmy in particular had matured a great deal about it thanks to me beating the dumbass out of him. AN addition, the Zeo powers had caused puberty to finally take hold and make him grow to a 12 year old's average height, now closer to Trixie's height.
Knowing due to time travel as well as Timmy's time remote thing that he will sound like a girl until he's 18, and worried about Timmy being judged for sounding so feminine, I created a copy of the vocal patterns of a young comrade of mine and imprinted said voice onto Timmy, to sound more masculine
Finn the Human has a very masculine voice indeed, for a 12 year old.
As I touched down on New York, I noticed something was amiss.
I turned on my morpher reflexively, and was shocked when I could.
"Mike, what's wrong?" Mana asked, reaching for her own Mystic Morpher, read to become the Green Mystic Ranger.
"The Morphing grid is maintained by the struggle between good or evil. During the grace period before a new villain fills the vacuum, the power becomes temporarily inactive. It usually takes a few months, not a few weeks"
I inserted a coin into a local newspaper vendor and read aloud the front-page headline
"Remy Buxaplenty promoted to CEO of Frostco!" I gaped
End Track 1
Yeah, I bet you guys were wondering where Remy went after Ivan's death, huh?