That small purple orb had troubled the Nothing for too long ( Read more... )

Falcor was a speedy steed, and it didn't take him long to get here: to the tower atop the mountain that shone with its own light. The sun was setting on the horizon, though occasionally it was blotted out by strips of black that melted slower than they appeared ( Read more... )

Morning came with soft pink twilight filtering in past the toadstools, and a light drizzle of rain that might not be entirely well-received. The camp at the foot of the giant toadstools had been left undisturbed that night, reasonably warm and quiet, as if Special Collections was trying to make up for weeks of sleeplessness on the Fandomites' end ( Read more... )

Special Collections had always been a peculiar place, and now that it was to be their home for the duration of... whenever... it chose not to change that. Those who had raced into it would find their world briefly a disorienting amount of purple light and flashes of lightning and books falling from an eternal above to a perpetual below ( Read more... )

The staff of Portalocity had had access to millions of dimensions over the past few millenia. They had explored planes few people knew existed, just for the sake of finding somewhere to open up a portal - money was in everything, after all ( Read more... )

Portalocity had put out a lot of press releases in their time. About outages, about deals, about splendiferous feats done by members of Portalocity staff to get into the Guinness Book of Multiversal Records.

None of them had been anything like this.

( To anyone who is still capable of reading this. )

It was getting worse. Tech support was no longer answering their phones and entire swaths of the multiverse had blinked out without a trace, almost like they'd never existed at all. And while the Portalocity gnome, personally, would not miss any version of the Dark Ages (there wasn't much travel in and out of there anyway), he knew enough ( Read more... )

The gnome in charge of Portalocity stared at the latest printouts from the various universes the company had lost contact with in the last month and a half. Some would not be missed: places without shrimp, places only with shrimp, places populated by plankton, places with a Hellmouth, places with wars…but there was a not insignificant pile of ( Read more... )

The Nothing gnawed and gnawed and gnawed like a dog on a chicken bone. It bit and it tore and it vanished worlds clean away with nothing but a thunderclap and a sea of clouds. It got in between the worlds, it snuck in the little creases and the little folds, and it ate.

All it could.

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When the Nothing was released, some of its nature was altered. To do the job it was released to do, it would need to have a broader... concept of the universe, in as much as it had anything at all. And so for weeks it had spun around, gobbling up the forgotten, clearing away the unnecessary ( Read more... )