And now for the next arc!
Hater: Exactly how long IS this story? It feels like it's been going on for 2 years!
Me: Stop breaking the fourth wall and get ready for your next scene!
Hater: *mumbles* …if it weren't for our agreement, I'd blast everyone during the author's notes…
ATF: …What was the agreement?
Me: He behaves during the A/N, I don't ship him with you.
ATF: Ah, that's fair- WAITAMINUTE!
Me: The answer is 'NO', Anti!
ATF: Awwwww…! *shuffles off*
Me: *to readers* …It would be best not to know.
Disclaimer: I only own the confusion that is to follow.
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ARC THREE
The Sandglass Authors
Fanatic, FF2, WG, ATF, and Tracker all looked at, who appeared to be, themselves…
Well… at least… that's what everyone said… but it was hard to believe.
For instance, the Other Fanatic looked dead-serious, like one of those stoic anime-characters with the cool aura and no-nonsense attitude. He was wearing casual clothing as if he were prepared for a big meeting… in fact the only hint that he was Fanatic's Doppelganger was the Transformers tie he was wearing.
FF2's double had short, neatly-combed hair and, whereas FF2 was dressed as the 10th doctor (with a fez), this one dressed as the 9th doctor, with a Slytherin patch on the front of his coat. He was also wearing a Yuri: On Ice! Key-chain on his belt.
WG's double… holy shit, how do I describe this without sounding mentally deluded…? Was wearing a galaxy-styled glow-in-the-dark dress, had long hair that was done up in a fancy ponytail, and seemed to reek of joy and happiness rather than mischief and alarm.
Tracker's was unusual… She was still a she-wolf, only rather than looking part-animatronic, she was full-fleshed; she also dressed more in punk-attire as opposed to cowboy-attire… and had a killer look in her eye that promised pain and suffering for anyone who even looked at her funny (speaking of which, I'm just going to avert my eyes right now…)
ATF's was the strangest of them all… for one thing, he wasn't 13, but 21; he had peach-fuzz around his chin, his figure was masculine, and looked like he never drank a beer or crossdressed his entire life.
"Alternate universe counterparts?" WG guessed.
"Alternate universe counterparts." The Other Fanatic confirmed.
"Sooo… what dimension are you from, and how the heck did this happen?" Fanatic asked.
"According to the DM, our universe is called the 'Sandglass Dimension'," Sandglass FF2 said, his tone sounding bored.
"DM?" FF2 asked.
"Dimensional-Map!" Sandglass WG exclaimed with delight. "Isn't it cool? My BF invented it so we could always tell what universe we land in! Because, like, this one time we were travelling to 1940's France, but we ended up in a dimension where France never had the Revolution and it was SO WEIRD…"
"Yeah, yeah, they can read your Fakebook post about it later! Right now, find out who the fuck tore another rift into THIS dimension so we's can go home!" Sandglass Tracker sneered, having a thick Brooklyn accent rather than a southern drawl.
"A-Another rift…? So, you knew about the rift from the Time Lord dimension?" ATF asked.
"…The Time Lord dimension had a rift?" Sandglass ATF questioned.
"Y-Yeah… what dimension were you talking about?" Tracker asked.
"We'll talk about that later. Inform us what happened- the Time Lord dimension hardly has any rifts; with so many Time Lords living there, it is nearly impossible to cause an imbalance that would result in such for their end. …I should know, we often call them to help us fix the universe at LEAST once a month." Sandglass Fanatic responded. "Whatever happened in your dimension currently has to be the cause of it,"
"Well… in order to explain that, you'd have to read Season 2," WG answered, showing them a copy of last season's script.
"…Tempus?" Sandglass ATF questioned. "What could he have done?"
"Other than try to kill everyone on Christmas Eve, send murderous bots to kill more people, and repeatedly try to kill us when other villains are too busy brooding about their recent defeat?" Fanatic asked, then shrugged. "I dunno, maybe he takes up golf."
"You mean Tempus is EVIL in this universe? Holy muffins, how did that happen?" Sandglass WG asked.
"How is he NOT evil in your dimension?" FF2 asked.
"…probably the same reason WG wears a dress and Tracker talks like a gangster in your dimension," ATF said out of the corner of his mouth.
"I heard that, punk!" Sandglass Tracker sneered, bonking ATF on the head.
"…So this 'Phantom Blot' hi-jacked my TARDIS and caused the rifts to open. Ugh, typical- had to deal with the same incident when Junpei Iori tried to take mine on a joyride. Idiot was stuck in Ni no Kuni for a full week before we found him and managed to straighten everything out." Sandglass FF2 scoffed.
"Stop writing that idea right now, WG!" Fanatic snapped.
WG, who had been writing down a summary on that idea, threw down her notepad and pencil in frustration.
"But, FF2 got his TARDIS back… shouldn't that have solved everything?" Tracker asked.
"Sadly, no. Since Time Lord Fanatic used his TARDIS to go back in time to catch the villains, who in turn took over his mechanism, it only caused yet another tear in the fabric of space and time." Sandglass Fanatic replied, calculating on a handheld computer. "Despite his rift managed to close, ours ended up tearing open… chances are, said rift and several others may open as well."
"You mentioned a rift opened 'again'… what rift was it from?" FF2 asked.
Sandglass FF2 did some calculating on his DM. "We call it the Blood Rift… thankfully, it appears it has yet to open… although…" he looked closer. "It appears another rift opened in the Feline Dimension,"
"Ooh! It's that dimension where Swaine, Pugs and I are all room-mates!" Sandglass WG beamed.
"Let me see that!" WG exclaimed, trying to look.
"This isn't good. If rifts keep opening in different dimensions, sooner or later the Blood Rift will open somewhere," Sandglass ATF noted with concern.
"What exactly IS the 'Blood Rift'?" Fanatic asked.
"…You know all our friends in this dimension as well as ours?" Everyone nodded. "…They're all dead in that dimension. Enemies too."
"Dang! Who killed them?"
"We did. …That is, the 'we' in THAT dimension." Sandglass Fanatic answered. "…For a moment, we were worried we ended up there, after seeing bloodstains everywhere."
Everyone gaped.
"B-But, that dimension is REEEAAALLY far off! It may take DAYS before a rift appears there, eh heh…" Sandglass WG said in rushed reassurance. She then held up a box. "Cookie?"
"Well, c'mon! Let's figure out how to close these rifts before hell breaks loose… again!" Dragongirl exclaimed (while Sky Flame ate a cookie).
"Oh, geez! …Forgot the rest of you were here." WG jumped, remembering there were other Authors featured in this story.
"Speaking of which, where are OUR Sandglass counterparts?" Colin demanded.
"Taking care of things back home- that and if we included any more counterparts, we'd lose track of characters AGAIN." Sandglass FF2 scoffed.
"How about we shut up and haul ass?! The sooner we fix this mess, the better!" Sandglass Tracker sneered.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Tracker scoffed.
"C'mon, then. We can't have that Blood Rift opening… that is, until I'm ready for some extra fun," Moon said with a smirk. The Sandglass Authors looked at her in alarm. "…I'm kidding. I'm creepy. Get over it."
"Actually… you're less creepy than OUR Moon," Sandglass ATF commented.
"What's she like?"
Sandglass ATF pointed at Sandglass WG (who at this moment spotted a butterfly and began chasing it). "Take that… and multiply it by 9000, plus sparkles."
Moon shuddered.
"Where do we start in fixing the rifts?" Ardent asked.
"That… is a good question," Sandglass Fanatic answered.
"Someone is undoubtedly messing with the fabric of space and time," Sandglass FF2 responded. "We just have to figure out the who, how and why…"
"I think I have a suspect in mind…" Kat theorized.
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~Meanwhile…~
Tempus sat in his domain, looking down at a machine. His drones tried to power it up… only for it to short-circuit. When it did, another rift opened somewhere. "Ooh, look! Kitties!" Nowhere Chick exclaimed, looking at a screen… then held up a laser. "Permission to go on a shooting spree?!"
"Denied."Tempus ordered.
"Awwww….!"
"Silence! Where is Hater79?!"
Nowhere Chick looked at a radar on her wrist. "According to that tracking device I slipped in his last glass of energon and made him swallow, he's was somewhere in Texas… he should be arriving to the base right… about…"
There was the sound of a motor, as Hater rode in on a supposedly-stolen motorcycle. "You'd better have a good report…" Tempus demanded.
"I got sent to the other side of the country. All I know is half those Authors ended up sucked through some portal, and the rest are looking for them!" Hater replied, his mood far from pleasant. Tempus sent a shock through his body. "Agh!"
"Oooh! Shock him again!" Nowhere Chick exclaimed in delight. "I love seeing him on his knees…"
"Quiet! …Forget about the Authors, Hater- it's clear they're too much of a challenge for you." Tempus sneered. "I have a different plan being executed as we speak. You are dismissed to your chamber."
"What?! You've been sending me to kill them, and now you tell me to- agh!" Hater began to snap, only to get shocked again.
"I said, to your chamber."
"Want some company?" Nowhere Chick asked seductively as Hater passed by… though he only pushed her off the platform. "Wuaaahh!" *Crash!*
Hater stormed off out of the lair…
But he wasn't going to his chamber.
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A/N: Next chapter… stuffs goes down! I hope. I-I dunno, I got the summary planned out but the execution is terrible.
Sandglass WG: For reallies? In my dimension, all my stories are finished within a week and become best-sellers!
Me: Yeah, well, life never caused you to go on hiatus, I bet!
Sandglass WG: …Why? I write for a living! People actually pay me to continue a fic, and I don't go on hiatus until a story is finished- and that's only until I get a new idea. ^^
T_T …Please excuse me while I go cry over the reality I live in. *runs off* *sobbing* Just leave a r-review…! DX
Sandglass WG: …was it something I said? 0_o
