You don't know the half of it. Some tiny miscalculation on my part destabilized the experiment and ripped a hole in the fabric of reality. I was hurled into the event horizon. I must've spent 100 thousand years there. I didn't age or need to sleep or eat. Just exist. At first, I went mad, of course, but after a few millennia, I got bored with that, too, and went sane - very sane. I began to learn. I now have total understanding of the space-time continuum, allowing me to travel anywhere and anywhen I want. - The Paradox, that is Percival Dachs.
"If you can do it, why couldn't I?" - Ken Tennyson, sole remaining member of the Prime timeline.
(That's cheating you know)
I'd traveled through time to save my future's existence, kinda, before. I've even traveled to my future to help my dad in the present locked within a time lock; but, nothing could prepare me for the sight before me. A glance at the whole fabric of reality. It was beautiful... "This is what Paradox sees all the time," I gasped, lost for word beyond realization. I almost didn't want to leave the beauty of it all.
"Well of course you don't," came the voice of... myself?
I turned around, or floated around, seeing myself, outside of my spanner outfit. I was wearing a shirt kinda like Dad's old ones and had a stupid belt on, but most noticeably, I had the original prototype Omnitrix on me. "Who are you?"
"Uh, I'm you, just from another timeline that's been severed," I commented to myself... I think that makes sense.
"Okay..." I frowned, half-cocking an eyebrow, "That's kinda obvious, it's not like any other 10 year old would have an Omnitrix like that."
"Ha," another me, apparently, shouted. This time coming from behind retro me, "You think that's weird, look what my dad gave me!" I didn't see an Omnitrix of any kind on him, but sure enough... "KEN-WOLF," He yelled. His body contorted, making his legs longer, his back hunch over, and his jaw gaining a small protruding mussel look.
"Dude," me and retro me said in unison, "That's just wrong."
He whined, like a laboan, and turned back to normal, "Sorry, you guys are the first kids I've ever seen, and both with Omnitrices!"
"Wait, that's the plural?" Retro asked.
"Yeah, I know right," I agreed, still confused why Azmuth didn't come up with something else.
"That's not the point," watchless Ken said, "I'm just saying your the first to have anything close to this." He lifted his shirt, which I could only barely describe, but underneath upon his chest layed an Omnitrix symbol with some pieces coming off in a strange X-like fashion.
"Um..." I tried to find something to say about it.
"It's called an Ultimatrix," now not-watchless Ken explained, "When my Dad got the Ultimatrix, after blowing up his Omnitrix, he eventually learned how to make me a version, but only giving me access to ultimate... well me." He tapped the faceplate and we watched as a green light echoed across his body, before centralizing on his wrist, where a new Omni-
(Ultimatrix)
Right, Ultimatri-... "Did you just interrupt my train of thought?" I questioned aloud. Neither of the other two responded.
"You losing it?" Retro asked.
"Or did you have it to begin with!" Not-watchless chimed in.
Why was someone able to talk to me when I wasn't even consciously thinking about something.
(Because, now that you exist nearly outside the realm that is the whole of the fabric of reality, you can sense that someone is literally writing your dialogue... or you're going mad)
"... Um, can any of you hear that?" I asked, the open-air...
(They're gone)
"Well, why would you get rid of them!" I screamed at... the narrator?
(Author. Narrator. Reader, any is fine)
"Right," he noted, "Why would you- Wait did you say, reader?"
(Yeah, didn't you realized, once you're outside of reality someone else has to take over your story since you clearly can't, you don't really exist)
"What!? I'm sure someone has taken control of their reality... outside... reality..." The exclamation turned sour as I said it out loud.
(And as you thought it too)
"COULD YOU KNOCK IT OFF!"
(I could, but honestly, this is entertaining, I have yet to explain what I'm going to do with you, or what's going to happen to you)
"Any reason I don't get a say at all?" I angrily scowled... at nothing... god I must look stupid.
(You would if there were drawings, but I'll answer your question with a question. Have you ever heard of someone taking control of their reality after they don't have one)
That was a loaded philosophical and- "Paradoxical..." I clambered to the word, and the scowled turned to a grin. "Professor Paradox, he was trapped here for eons of eons and still came out the ruler of his and many other's reality!"
(I know, you know, the readers know, and anyone with access to the internet knows that; however, as his name isn't really Paradox, how can I buy your claim)
"That's what everyone calls him all the-"
(Wanna finish that sentence)
"Nope," I rolled my eyes. I wasn't gonna finish that sentence and prove his point.
(So, Kenneth, what's his name.)
I paused and thought about it, I hadn't the faintest clue in the whole of reality... "Which I'm technically outside of." A large smirk grew.
(I know how to read, what are you thinking)
"Well, you see, if you know the answer, you'd need to be able to prove it some way if I got it right, right?"
(I suppose)
"Which in turn mean you wrote it down somewhere right?"
(Well to some degree I guess you could say so, but it's very much before your time here beyond their... which is here)
"Why are you studdering?" I smugly questioned.
(Why are you being smug)
"Because it's just occurred to me," I pointed out, "If you can do it, why couldn't I?"
(What)
"Create a lasting quote that must be remembered from the sole remaining member of the Prime timeline."
(I guess I could quote that, whatever that means)
"Thank you!" I smiled, "Oh, and by the way, you forgot within reason."
(Oh thank you, I was worried-)
"Oh, and his name was assumed to be Percival Dachs to the best of any person's knowledge."
(Did you really just have me quote you so that you'd exist before you existed here)
"You sound confused, narrator," my eyes began to glow a faint green hue, "Is there an issue?"
(None at all, just leave through the rift you're about to make and throw off my entire script I had planned, it's fine)
I pointed at a spot beyond myself, a small spiraling seafoam portal appeared. "If it makes you feel any better," I chuckled, "I think I'll be using your idea as a jumping-off point, so to speak."
(I guess that's good, but you should know. Beware the child and beware the man. And even more, beware the fandom)
"You got it!" I yelled as I slipped through to my new reality. Fandom? What the hell does that mean in this context? I questioned before blacking out completely, hearing only something about credits and how they're not good... where and whenever I landed.