The Multiverse Chroniles

Chapter one: the multiverse chronicles

Clearsight didn't quite know why she decided to go to the library that day without checking the timelines, but she didn't think much of it. She was going to leave the room when darkstalker called out, " Hon, I foresee myself eating all of the cinnamon rolls, so can you get some from the store on your way back?" clearsight chuckled, and said, " you're right. I can't see anything where you don't eat them. Share some with Fierce Claws!" as she flew out the balcony, she felt odd. As if… something wrong was about to happen, yet her visions had not shown her anything yet. Then, suddenly, a burst of darkness, a scream, and she felt herself pull away from the world… right into another one.

Peter Wiggin was feeling quite good about himself, he had just published a very convincing anti-china paper, one sure to catch the attention of the president. As he was going to check his many, MANY emails from angry politicians, he heard valentine come inside his room, and he said " oi, how's the whole 'demosthenes is crazy' manhunt going along?" Valentine scowled and exclaimed, "if i remember, it's YOUR fault people are looking for me in the first place. Why did you even write that article? I have no idea." Then, Peter looked out the window at him. " what the fuc-" then, a flash of darkness, a pause, and nothingness, then a bright light.

Player knew that SOMETHING was going to happen today. Nothing good, sure. Nonetheless, she opened her i.n.t.e.r.f.a.c.e, and checked this version of reality's code. It seemed stable enough, and as she was returning some simulations, sans number 435 walked in. "Hey there, whatcha doin?" he said, wondering why there was a giant gaping hole in reality but saying nothing. Player rolled over on the couch and said, " something feels wrong. The i.n.t.e.r.f.a.c.e is… i just feel like it's giving off the wrong readings." Suddenly, sans fell to his knees, black goop dripping from his eyes and mouth, and Player exclaimed, " SANS? Are you ok?" and as sans began to float up to the ceiling, time paused, ( except for the player, of course ) and as she was sorta having a panic attack, there was a flash, and she was gone.

Professor Quirrell was sitting down, seething. As he watched Harry walk in, he said, " I am not in the particular mood to deal with you today, mr. potter." Harry sat down anyway, and said " Well, I just figured you were in a foul mood, so if you want someone intelligent to talk to…" professor Quirrell thought about it for a moment, and said, " fine. But keep in mind, it is not something YOU will find enjoyable. " he began to pace and said, " one of my promising slytherin students, a sixth year, was hit by a gryffindor with an UNKNOWN CURSE that all he knew to do was ' use it on enemies' from a book he read." Harry seemed at a loss for words, when suddenly there was a dilation in time, flashes of darkness, then a light.

Madeline Hatter was sitting on a candy bench, looking at the children playing on the dragon skull, when- " well hiya there Mr. narrator, whatcha doin here?" said maddy, mistakenly talking to the wrong narrator. " whaaaat? Nu uh, you sound too much like him!" she exclaimed, for she did not know they were twins. " huh. Hey, how come you're narrating me this time, and not, like, raven or apple?" asked maddy, who was about to find out. " WHAAAAT- '' suddenly, flashes of pure darkness, screams from the sound of hell, then a light.