Many…Many years ago
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.Wrdos wree not iptomrnat in tihs sortm.
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Chaos.
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.esnes edam gnihton ,ereH
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. derettam gnihton ,ereH
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Confusion.
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The wind swirled around him as he walked. Not on ground mind you, he just walked in the Nothing.
Here there was no up.
There was no down.
There was only Nothing.
And still he walked through the confusion and chaos.
He felt the nipping of Nothing at his exposed skin but a glare was all it took for Nothing to back away like a Dog with its tail between the legs.
He stopped walking and looked around at the chaos and confusion blowing around him, all-consuming and never ending.
He stared at the contradictions, the paradoxes, the endless possibilities before him and he sighed as he realized he was standing in a plot hole.
He shook his head and stepped to the side out of the hole.
"Enough."
It was one word but the word reverberated through the expanse of chaos, causing all movement to cease.
The people walking around the Penrose Stairs ceased their movements and watched him with baited breath.
Pinocchio stopped lying about his nose not growing as he watched the man with wide eyes.
M.C. Escher paintings brought to life froze in place as all the chaos obeyed his command.
No one and Nothing did not even dare to breathe.
"Let's start with Light," he spoke into the chaos, "Can't improve on the original can I?"
He laughed as his piercing blue eyes that had once been filled with anger and malice gleamed in cold determination as light suddenly filled the expanse surrounding him, all the paradoxes and chaos disappearing, banished as light lit up the expanse.
"Good," he commented as pure light surrounded him, "good."
He took several steps forward as the pure light enveloped him, "all right, let's get some ground for me to stand on."
The light congealed around him, hardening and darkening hardened beneath him, until freshly tilled brown dirt appeared beneath his feet.
He sank in the tilled soil up to his ankles and he smiled as he felt the cool earth fill the spaces between his toes, "good."
A laugh, the most pure laugh escaped his lips as he started to run through the dirt, watching in amazement as his footprints were left in the soil behind him.
After several minutes of running he stopped and dropped to his knees to catch his breath.
He rested his hands on the dirt, reveling in the cool brown soil. Leaning back he looked to the expanse above him and the complete Nothing that swirled above him.
He took a handful of dirt and tossed it into the sky, watching as the soil flew upwards, defying gravity and spreading out.
The dirt flew against the nothing and blotted it out, replacing the empty expanse with a brown covering.
"Well that's ugly," he said to the emptiness surrounding him.
Responding to that statement, the brown swirled and bubbled as the most beautiful blue erupted from it, transforming the ugly brown into a beautiful blue sky with a golden sun high overhead.
He exhaled a few short breaths and clouds appeared moments later.
He hands reaching down to the brown soil beneath him, he clenched the soil and closed his eyes.
Moments later miniature shoots of green grass sprouted from the soil, moments later the surrounding land was covered in lush green grass.
He closed his eyes and trees of every kind grew from the ground and stretched into the sky.
The man smiled and looked up at the world he had created, "Good."
He tossed his head back and forth to loosen the ligaments when the idea came to him.
With a smile on his face he turned to the ground yet again and streams of water rose from the ground, moments later he was kneeling on an island surrounded by rivers. Stretching around him was the rest of the world, mountains that towered into the sky, deserts that blew yellow sand even a warm and wet jungle lay to the south.
But it wasn't good enough for him.
He started walking, idly touching the ground and watching as animals clawed their way out of the earth. Within minutes he was surrounded by all manner of creatures, from dogs to horses, he was surrounded by all creatures that longed to be near their creator.
He crouched down to scratch a dog and laughed as the dog licked his face while he continued scratching behind the ears. Looking at a patch of dirt near his feet he scooped up a handful of soil and blew on it before throwing it into the air, the soil scattering and flying away as it was transformed into every bird imaginable.
He straightened to his full height as he watched the birds fly away, their songs catching on the breeze of the now morning light but he didn't feel like he was done with this project.
He wasn't sure what needed to be added to make this world perfect but he just knew something was wrong.
He continued to walk through his creation as animals of all shapes and sizes came to be near him. He smiled at the collective of all life gathering around him but his mind was wandering elsewhere.
He snapped his fingers as the idea came to him.
Almost immediately a large mound of dirt rose in front of him until it was nearly as tall as him.
The animals gathered around the mound but scattered as a skeletal hand punched through the soil and stretched out, clawing at the empty air in desperation before twitching and finally stopping.
A dog came up to the hand and sniffed it cautiously before turning back to the man with a confused expression.
"No," he ordered as he saw the dog turn to bite at the hand of bone.
The dog turned back, a guilty expression written in its features and the man shook his head in confirmation.
The dog slinked away as the man smiled and walked up to the mound with the skeletal hand. He paused, considering the implications of what he was about to do before he touched the bone.
He took a step back as that single touch brought life into this world.
Before his very eyes muscle and tissue began to form on the bones, tendons that had only moments before never existed appeared amidst the tissue that was now forming. The man watched with joy in his eyes as blood vessels sprouted from nothing and raced up the hand and a final tremor twitched through the arm as flawless ivory skin covered the exposed muscle and tendons.
He reached out his hand again and touched the lifeless hand lightly, noting with pleasure that as he grasped the wrist, the appendage twitched as life began.
The fingers flexed and the hand began to move awkwardly as the man pulled lightly, guiding the owner of the hand out of the dirt mound.
As he pulled, the hand grew an arm, then a shoulder, and then a leg jutted through the pile of dirt, followed by the head and the rest of the body. The man shrugged in confusion as he observed the first human he created was in fact a naked woman.
"This wasn't intentional Wolf," he promised the peaceful world.
The man smiled as the woman stumbled around, her red hair gleaming in the morning light. He pulled off his outer jacket and draped it across her naked features.
She felt his hands draping the clothes across her body and before he could blink, the woman pushed him away and scampered off into the world beyond the two of them.
He sighed as he watched her run off awkwardly, every step she took was an improvement over the last but eventually she tumbled into the grass and clawed around like a mad animal.
"Hello?" he called out to her scrabbling form.
Instantly her emerald eyes focused on him with an animal like madness.
"Do you understand me?" he asked as he crouched near her.
The prone woman swiped at him with her free arm before pushing herself to her feet and running awkwardly away. She only made it a few meters before tumbling to the cool grass again and this time she stayed down, exhausted as her never used muscles screamed in agony at suddenly being used.
The man approached the heaving form of the woman and he crouched down by her, "can you understand me?" he tried again.
This time the woman turned to him, the madness still in her eyes but somehow she appeared calmer.
She growled at him but instead of threatening him it appeared as if she was trying to communicate with him.
He placed a hand on her back like a Father comforting his daughter and he concentrated again, "How about now?"
"N...n..." she began.
"Now," he affirmed.
"N...n...ow," she tried hesitantly, "now."
"Good," he smiled.
"W...wh...who a..."
"Who am I?" he asked as he sat upon the ground.
She nodded, "W...who are you?"
He patted her on top of the head, matting her red hair in the process, "Kim Possible, I am your Creator."
Many...Many Years Ago
The Trio walked through this paradise, impressed and awed at the beauty.
"He still has it," the lone man said to the two women with him as they walked along a path that had been carved through a forest, "there's no denying that."
"Never doubted him for an instant," the first woman replied elegantly, her brown curly hair waving in the cool breeze. She reached out a lithe arm and pulled at a low hanging branch, reveling in the cool leaves of the branches.
"You were the one who gave him the idea to build this place Muse," the blonde haired woman retorted as she followed the group through a grove of apple trees.
"And he did such a marvelous job with it too," Muse replied with a bit of vanity in her voice, "What's the matter Wolf? Angry that you didn't come up with the idea?"
"That's not my job," Wolf replied shortly, "My job is to make sure all this doesn't collapse in on itself."
The man smiled at the two women bickering back and forth as he pulled two apples from the branches overhead, "Wolf, firstly you're the Beta, don't get too full of yourself," he paused to throw her an apple before turning to Muse to toss one to her, "Secondly, we are walking in the middle of a Paradise and you two are arguing over the roles our Creator assigned for us?"
Wolf held a branch side so the trio could pass through without any issue, "What of it Agmiln? What do you care?"
Tam Agmiln smiled, his brown hair waving in the breeze as he plucked an apple for himself before tucking a second one in his pocket, "I just think it's funny that's all."
Muse nodded towards a cluster of Poplar trees, beyond which a crashing of waves could be heard, "The Creator is over there," she said as she bit into her apple daintily.
Wolf smiled and pushed her way through the Poplar trees and found herself standing on a white sand beach.
The sun was setting far beyond the horizon, the golden light illuminating the world and bringing peace on all it touched.
The trio stumbled out of the forest and walked down the sand towards a man sitting on a log beside a fire, watching a pair of adults swimming and playing in the waves of the ocean.
"Took you all long enough to get here," he called out to them with a laugh in his voice.
"We were looking at your paradise you created here," Muse replied as she sat gracefully on the sand, hardly leaving a mark in the process.
"Yeah well I had a good idea," The Creator smiled at Muse before turning to the other two, "and you two, what do you think?"
Wolf looked around, her hazel eyes taking in the entire world, "no paradoxes or contingen-"
"No Wolf," The Creator sighed and looked at her expectantly, "do you like it?"
She was silent as the wind jostled her hair and clothes, "I could vacation here."
The Creator laughed heartily at her reply, "If that's the best I can hope for..."
She smiled and joined Muse around the fire, "Well as your Beta it's my job to be critical."
"Uh-huh," the Creator replied disbelieving every word, "that's the only reason."
She smiled, "and as your sister it is my job to be critical of everything you ever do."
The Creator laughed so hard he nearly fell off his log, "that's the reason I was waiting for."
The Creator wiped at his eyes that were tearing up at his Sister's comments, "And how about you Tam? Do you like it here?"
Tam smiled ecstatically as he tossed the apple in his pocket to the Creator, "I can't wait to live here," he nodded to a far off mountain, "unless my eyes are mistaken there is a wonderful waterfall and pool up there that I think would be awesome for cliff jumping."
The Creator shrugged as he split the apple into four pieces and gave a piece to each of his companions, "You could but remember that is your drinking water."
"Maybe I'll just swim in the Ocean," Tam replied dejectedly.
The group laughed as The Creator stoked the fire with some wood.
"I have to admit," Wolf said as she leaned forward and stared at her brother through the fire, "you have one heck of a god complex."
The Creator shrugged, "My world, my rules."
Wolf shook her head, "Letting all that power go to your head," she leaned back with a chuckle, "it just might kill you one day..." she trailed off as an awkward silence descended over the group.
"Creator I am so-" she began to apologize but The Creator cut her off with a hand wave.
"It's all right," he murmured as he idly rubbed his temple, "slip of the tongue."
The Creator looked beyond the fire at two approaching people who had just come from the ocean, "Well speak of the devil..." the group turned and watched as Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable approached the fire.
Tam turned to the Creator, "Again?"
"Create what you know," he replied before turning to the pair.
"Did you at least give them clothes this time?" Wolf hissed as the two approached, outlined by the setting sun.
"Yes," The Creator lied, "you forget to give them clothes once..." The Creator trailed off as Kim and Ron neared the group, "and how was playing in the Ocean?"
Ron shivered, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, "we had fun."
Kim nodded, "He's weird," everyone saw the slump in Ron's shoulders but Kim nudged him, "but I like weird."
The Creator smiled, "Kim, Ron I want you two to meet my friends," he pointed at the brown haired woman, "this is Muse, she is sort of responsible for this place."
Muse smiled politely and waved as her loose clothes shifted in the breezes.
"This is my sister Wolf but you can call her Silv," The Creator pointed at the blonde woman, "she makes sure nothing goes wrong."
An awkward smile, "Hello."
The Creator turned to Tam, "And this is my good friend Tam Agmiln," a smile from Tam, "he's going to stay with you when I go."
Kim and Ron both turned to the Creator, shock written over their features, "you're leaving us?"
"I can't stay here all the time," The Creator pulled out a set of fresh clothes from thin air, "That's what Tam is for. He's here to guide you when I cannot."
The two eyed Tam skeptically who turned to the Creator, "they won't remember this will they?"
The Creator looked downhearted and poked dejectedly at the fire, "they won't be around long enough to forget about me."
Muse looked at the Creator in shock, "So soon?"
A simple nod as he rose to his feet, "afraid so."
Everyone rose to their feet as the Creator pulled Kim and Ron in and hugged them both, "Goodbye you two."
They hugged him back, "Will we see you again?"
"Of course," the Creator lied, "I'll see you next week."
With that, he released them to Tam and giving a final look around the paradise he created, then he along with Muse and Wolf vanished into thin air leaving Tam with Ron and Kim.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If Disney wants to make this a series, I'm all for it. Just bring me on as a writer or consultant.
Author's Notes: Allow me to be first one to welcome you all to Act II: The Machine and with it we begin the wild and insane ride that is Act II.
If ever there was a chapter that I wish I could illustrate, it would be this one. I mean, it would have been awesome to illustrate the Battle of Middleton or later during the Battle of Paris but this whole chapter I was wishing I could animate and show you what words cannot describe.
Anyway, glad to see each and everyone of you with the new chapter and I hope you stick around. As is always my policy, leave a review and you shall get a response.
Special thanks goes out to Katsumara (Hope for a reunion is all I will say), Twuscany (You can take a breath between chapter man), (Eddy13 (What is she doing now?), Wanderer (You know you could always create a profile here), Darev (Looking back I can see the case for a bigger MAMA but I like it as is), Joe Stoppinghem (You know I was kidding about the Cher joke right?), Sentinel103 (Close but no cigar), CajunBear73 (Sometimes the only thing you need in life is a promise).
And thank you to you, the ever silent reader, thank you for coming back week in and week out.
TRS