Belief and fact. We walk that line everyday, so often that the line has become blurred to the point where you can't tell the difference between the two. I call that blur desire, because that's what it seems to be about. Desire of what though? The desire to spin our own tale? To fix something that we disliked? To clear the air about some inconsistency from our favorite TV shows? I don't know for sure. I'm am not those other authors, so I can't lay claim to their thoughts, except that is my own and the one featured in this story. We're in a universe all of our own making, sort of. But we do create universes here, some beautiful, some not quite so beautiful. Really depends on your tastes and the authors writing style, but however you look at it, and you can argue about this if you want, we are all of us little gods when we tell our tales.
Except that we can't lay claim to that title. Heck, we can't even lay claim to the characters featured in our stories unless we make them up. We have to put a big, fat, disclaimer on our profiles and stories so that the true owners don't sue us and make our lives miserable.
But I digress. Earlier I had stated that we are all in universes of our making. Now imagine, just what would happen if one author, was able to make his universe the dominant one? All the others simply vanishing without a trace, as though they never existed, to the point where even the original storyline that birthed all the others was gone. How would the characters react? Would they even remember? Would they even care?
Let's take that journey, shall we? Let's see just what happens when there's a sudden shift in the universes paradigm.
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Izzy couldn't believe what he was seeing. At this moment, there was quite a bit going on. First off, there was a massive electrical storm raging outside, of a type that he hadn't seen before (that and the fact that it was a rather sudden occurrence. And the weatherman had called for clear skies today), and second, something was wrong with the fan fiction sight that he was looking at. Just a second ago he had received a message from some author (he couldn't remember the name) asking him if he wanted to partake in yet another romance story. Not that he minded really. From what he had read of the basic plot it actually sounded interesting, and he had nothing to do in the meantime. It would also have allowed him to see the other digidestined as well, if they were all going to be involved of course. They weren't always, but it didn't matter at the moment, because before he could even send a reply his computer screen warped.
The network administrators are not going to be happy about this…was all he had time to think before the universe suddenly seemed to lurch and black out.
Izzy blinked at the e-mail. It was from…Tai. Something about having an engagement with…Sora?
I thought that she was going out with Matt right now? Izzy shook his head. What was he thinking? Matt wasn't going out with Sora. He never had. Tai and Sora had been going steady for the past three years. He typed in a reply, congratulating his friend on finally getting the nerve to pop the question and asked him if he had a day picked out, and if so, was he invited? As he waited for a reply, he looked out the window and smiled at the sun that shone so brightly. The sky was clear, and nothing else seemed to be so perfect before.
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Down in a park, a red haired boy with a blue dog-like digimon with boxing gloves looked up at the sky in utter confusion. He could have sworn that just a second ago that he saw…Well, now you see it, now you don't. The boy, whose name was William couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong in the universe. But what? Looking down at his companion, he asked:
"Gaomon? What the heck just happened here?"
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