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All Stop (Almost)

D. Evil tapped his foot in irritation as he waited for Peter to fetch the Big Guy. In his home palace, his mood would have been conveyed by a loud TAP TAP echoing against the black and red tile. Up here, all his foot tapping accomplished was tiny splashes of cloud that reformed almost immediately. It was very unsatisfying.

When he felt the PRESENCE get closer D adopted a posture of outrage. Being this close was exhilerating but being filled with WONDER AND AWE didn’t solve any of his problems.

what brings you here

“I want to know what is up with this BULLSHIT.”

what has been done has been accomplished by the act of human freewill

D ignored the sense of smugness he felt emmanting from the G-father. He needed answers. “What happened? One minute everything was going fine and then poof NOTHING works.”

they discovered time travel

“They WHAT?” D sputtered.

unfortunately that discovery locked them in a loop outside of my domain

“What do you mean?”

no life

no death

eternal stasis

forever

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