This rambling, aimless story is all about a certain supreme transcendental nonentity. I should warn you that there is no ultimate plan here; I'm going to pretty much entirely make it up as I go along and see where my random decisions take me. Kind of like LOST, except that I'll actually make an effort not to set up a billion mysteries before dumping them all and going for a sickeningly religious ending. In fact, you should not expect this story to ever end. It might, but don't count on it.

Any and all OCs introduced in the story will be my own creations, unless stated otherwise. Any and all characters from existing media, of which I intend there to be a great variety, are the property of their respective creators/owners/etc. Readers are welcome to PM me with ideas for things that could be included, but don't be surprised or disappointed if I choose not to use them. Any such ideas will be fully credited to the person who suggests them.

Chapter I: The Beginning

You would think that a supreme transcendental nonentity, resident in the Void between universes, could get a bit of peace and quiet. There I was, minding my own business, when suddenly I felt a solid impact. This in itself is quite unusual, both in the sense that it physically interacted with me, and also the fact that there even was an "it" present. The Void is generally pretty empty.

Unfortunately, this impact continued to prove itself to be uniquely bizarre, because I was actually knocked clean out of the Void by it. This is pretty much an impossible feat, so that did considerably narrow down the possibilities for what the hell it could be. So there I was, in a universe I was not entirely familiar with, trying to work out what had collided with me.

After a few moments, it hit me. The answer, that is, not another strike from the mystery object.

Some of you, especially those of you who are British, are probably reasonably familiar with the revived series of Doctor Who. You may recall that, in the second series, the TARDIS fell through a crack in the Time Vortex and landed in a parallel reality. What you probably don't realise is that the events of Doctor Who are not, in fact, fictional. They are actual events from a universe running quite a long time ahead of yours, which makes the episode in question mildly ironic, don't you think?

The point is that the mystery object that had ejected me from the Void was the TARDIS. As it fell through the crack in the Time Vortex on its way into "Pete's World", it inevitably detoured very briefly through the Void. It just so happened that its trajectory coincided with me. Now, you see, I had a problem. As one of the most dimensionally complex objects in existence, it had a degree of influence on me. While time and space are ordinarily of little consequence to one such as myself (and there is only one such as myself), being struck by a TARDIS as it transitions between two dimensions is bound to leave a mark, figuratively speaking.

The mark turned out to be an inability to escape the universe I had landed in. I had no doubt that I would regain the ability, but it would be quite an inconvenience in the meantime. I briefly considered my options: by far the best course of action was to sit and wait until I recovered and could return to the Void. Nothing could harm me, so it was not hazardous to remain in one place. The main objection to this was sheer boredom, which has always been something of a weakness of mine. In an act that sent the rational part of me into rabid outrage, I set off to explore my surroundings. It might be mildly interesting, I thought.

I had no idea how much of an understatement that would turn out to be.

Yeah, I know, very short. It's only scene-setting. I'll update if and when I think of how to get started properly :P

Appeal: Supreme transcendental nonentities are known to seek sustenance from R&R. Please spare a few words, and save this cute little Sorceror Nobody from starvation