The Universes Across Space, This Second Right Here, Monday
The being that had released the Nothing could be happy with its progress: many universes had already fallen to its steady approach, many creatures that should not have been now never had. But that alone was just a drop in a bucket, and as some universes fell, others lost more of their tethers to memory and grew unstable, attracting the Nothingness
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"We'd best do something about that, then, hadn't we, Arthur." King George the 5th of England, nee Edmund Blackadder, butler, smiled tolerantly at the idiot who'd become his best mate -- he might be a psychotic, roaring wanker, but he still beat hell out of that Percy Percy fop who'd hung around his great-grandfather. "BALLLLLLLLLLLDRICK, get your worthless carcass up here this instant!"
"...Who?" Wellington asked, as Edmund's bellow, not as grand as his own, but certainly loud enough for government work, produced absolutely no response from the servants' hallway outside.
Edmund shot him a less tolerant look. "Getting senile already? I know he's only been Prime Minister for a few years, but he's been my tea-boy and footstool since before I took the throne."
"Pitt the Even Younger is your tea-boy?" Wellington looked down at his cup, then up at his king, then down at his cup again. "Well, that explains the privy-juice, at least."
"Don't be daft; Pitt went crying home to his mummy when I bought Baldrick the election." With about half the gold coins he'd collected in Fandom the weekend he'd had a raccoon tail; one of many stories the old prince's former butler would not be sharing with the new king's BFF.
"And I say again, who?"
Edmund didn't start to really worry until William Pitt the Even Younger finally arrived with replacement tea.
That still tasted like cat-crap.
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