The woman steeled herself, trying not to think about how dumb her idea was. She had studied the time agency thoroughly, or at least the rumors of it, and she was decently sure that it existed, or rather, was going to. She needed that time wish—it was the only thing she could think of to end the chaos that led to the fall of society—or was it to avoid starting it? Thinking about time travel hurt her brain sometimes. Anyway, she'd studied the rumors and found them true when she came across an agent. Naturally, she stole his time machine. And now for the next step . . .

I must be an idiot for trying this, she thought, but she did it anyway.

She pulled on it, traveling about five hundred years into the past, left a sheet of paper very clearly labeled Every Massive Disaster for the Next Two Hundred Years on a bench with a weight on top of it, and traveled right back. If it worked as planned, when she traveled back into her present, then . . .

Yes! Two time agents were standing there, looking furious with her. She took in their buzz cuts and futuristic clothing, deciding that the future must be pretty dark. They held out a pair of handcuffs and said, "Mallory Haerbrain, you have been charged with providing twentieth century America with a list of disasters. Anything that you say can and either has been, is, or will be used in court against you." They snapped the cuffs around her wrists, and the one doing all the speaking sighed. "Why'd you have to go and screw up? You had a bright future, y'know."

Mallory smiled and sweetly said, "I invoke Globnar."

The men gasped in shock. "How do you know?" they wondered aloud. "Why would you do such a thing? Where did you hear of Globnar? It wasn't founded until a hundred and fifty years after this."

"Teach your employees to keep a better lid on the things they say."

The other employee rubbed his temples. "Well, who is it you wish to battle, you idiot woman?"

She already knew exactly what she was going to say. "Chamomile Persephone, twenty-first century," she responded. They widened their eyes at the request and she nodded. "Yep, her."

"Very well . . ."

Camo was having a perfectly ordinary day. Her brother was out with his buddies and her parents were out shopping, so she had the house to herself. She didn't really care about the lack of people; it was just less of a distraction. So, she sat on the couch with a book in hand, completely engrossed in the story. It was a good book, to be fair, about magic and wizards. Heaven forbid reading something that might actually pertain to real life, because fiction was so much better. In fact, the book was so good that she almost didn't notice when two very buff, green-and-black clad men with odd hairstyles suddenly zapped into existence.

She froze, looked up from her book, let out a small eep, and did the logical thing. Instead of immediately running away and getting incinerated by some crazy laser, she put her bookmark in and set the novel to the side so there was so risk of it getting hurt. She figured she was turning into a pile of ash either way; why should she make the book pay for whatever thing she'd done wrong?

"So . . ." she said, hands on her knees, and nervously chuckled. "You guys are what? Time travelers?" She laughed again, terrified for her life.

"Yes, exactly," one of the men said, nodding slightly.

Oh, scuffmarks. She glanced at her phone. It was lying on the opposite side of the couch. She'd never get to it before the time dudes noticed. Of all the days to get ambushed by time travelers, it just had to be one of the rare occasions when I'm home alone? She mentally huffed in annoyance. (No, she's not going to let the time dudes have any hints as to what her mental monologue was thinking! That's dumb.)

"Um, okay . . . why are you here?"

"You have been challenged to Globnar."

She glanced from side to side and gave the man a very clear sign of confusion. ". . . Globnar?" Actually, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. It sounded like some kind of, oh, she didn't know, gladiatorial time combat?

"It's gladiatorial time combat."

"Oh. Hmm." Why was it taking them so long to abduct her, anyway? She was a thirteen-year-old girl with no real experience in fighting whatsoever. What could she possibly do to them?

(In actuality, she seemed a lot less hesitant and these thoughts passed through her brain rather quickly. To the time dude's perception, they'd arrived, she'd calmly put her book to the side and started fishing for answers with a lot less terror than they were used to. Thus, not only was it less time than she thought it was, but to them, she seemed far more competent than she actually was.)

"Well, are you gonna like, I don't know, take me or something? I don't think my parents would be very happy if we did the . . . um, whatever it was you said, in our house."

"Oh, right." The time dude shook his head. He needed to keep professionalism, and a strangely calm little girl shouldn't be able to affect him so much. "Come on."

She weighed her options, shrugged, and walked over. Wasn't as if there was any other options to weigh, anyhow—anything she'd try to do, she knew they'd be able to stop her. "Okay," she said easily, and the time dudes seemed shocked at her compliance. One of them pulled a . . . tape measure of some kind off his belt and pulled on it. Before she knew what was happening, they were in a whole different place. The middle of a scuffing arena.

Maybe she should've been more alarmed at this prospect.

One of the time dudes shoved her up next to some woman wearing the craziest outfit. However, it didn't seem quite so crazy when they were in the middle of a time arena with people shouting "Globnar! Globnar! Globnar!" in the stands. Not long after, the ground started to quake, a large plate/door thing opened up and a massive, ridiculously so, baby with the same symbol on its forehead that the time dudes had on their suits. It looked kind of like an abstract hourglass, and since it was a time agency, she supposed that made sense.

"Silence!" the baby boomed in a thundering voice. Everyone quieted down instantly, as if afraid of the consequences of not doing so. "Welcome, Globnar tributes! You can settle your feud here, in gladiatorial combat!"

A robot held a baby bottle of colorful sand and explained, "You will have until Time Baby finishes the sand in this bottle." The robot then proceeded to have a little fight with the baby—Time Baby?—over drinking it.

Camo glanced nervously at the woman standing next to her. "Feud?" she whispered. "But I've never even seen you before!"

The woman glanced over at her, and was that pity in her eyes? "I'm sorry, but this is the only way I could think to stop the chaos. I promise, you will not die today. That would totally screw up my plan."

Well, that was . . . reassuring.

"LET THE GAME BEGIN!" Time Baby shouted, and all of a sudden, she was thrown into movement.

Now, she'd never been great with physical activity of any kind. What certainly didn't help was the fact that she abhorred all kinds of strenuous activity and had spent as much time indoors as she possibly could. So, she was crushed in all physical tournaments and only mildly defeated in those mentally challenged. In fact, the only one she actually won was when they went over "ancient" literature. It was all relatively recent stuff to her, and she was a big fan of a couple of the books, so she did really well on that . . . but at the end of the day, it was hopeless. She was an inactive teenager (and just barely a teen, at that) going up against a full grown woman who'd obviously been training. In the final game, laser tag, she came close . . . but it wasn't enough. The woman, Mallory, reached the time wish before she could and instantly won Globnar.

Scuff, Camo didn't even know what a time wish was for! The time dudes never bothered with reading out the rules to her, so she was left to blindly figure it out in a battle to the death with someone definitely a lot more competent than her. That shouldn't be allowed, she thought angrily as she waited for Mallory to choose her fate.

"I shall use my time wish to decide her fate," the woman declared, and whispering filled the stands. "I wish for this girl, Chamomile Persephone" —she frowned at her full name— "to go to late May, 2012 in Gravity Falls, Oregon to assist Mabel and Dipper Pines on their adventures in the hopes to avoid the later chaos." The woman glanced over her shoulder at the girl laying on the floor, and they locked eyes. "She shall be provided with a full wardrobe that reflects her wishes and a comfortable room in a nearby motel."

Then, there was a flash of golden light, and Camo was gone.

So . . . a couple things, because I don't want to get people's hopes up.

First of all, I don't know how long this thing is going to go for (I have a habit of getting disinterested and dropping off). I am looking at wiki articles and watching snippets of the show, but I'm a pretty recent fan, so sorry if there's any lore mistakes. I do fanfiction because I want to, because there's literally no way to publish it without running into obvious copyright issues, so as far as I'm concerned, fanfiction is just to have fun.

(Also, if you do end up liking the story and I drop off, encouraging comments is the best way to go. :)

Anyway, enjoy!