Well this is the third part of my self-insert fic.
Well, technically, since I'm using Aerol Bibat as 
my alter ego.

Anyway, I seem to have problems with my mail account
,coupled with the fact that I've just resubscribed myself,
do I'm not  sure if the part I sent earlier arrived in the FFML

Apologies before hand to some people who might be offended in 
my using their names or the like. Heck what am I saying. The people
who I'll mention here are just going skip this post anyway.  

C&C and MSTs and flames are totally welcome.


Standard Disclaimer:
I do not own. I use w/o permission. Please do not sue. I am broke
Etc.etc.

Part 3 - Reality does not bite - it mangles


           Aerol Bibat and Oscar Macanan watched as the business 
suited intruder walked into the room of the Tendo Dojo. They looked 
around as they saw all of the others in what  seemed to be a form 
of stasis, frozen in their curent position. Aerol also noted that the 
falling leaves outside were paused in mid-fall and the ripples in the 
koi pond outside were also frozen. It was as if time itself had stopped.

            ' Good observation, Mr. Bibat. Time has of course stopped. 
I think it would help us facilitate our businness with each other 
without interruption. ' said the man as he walked nearer and stopped 
in front of the two teenagers. 

           < He looks familiar.> mused Aerol as Oscar  voiced a question 
that he should have said. 

          ' What  business could that be, mister ?' 

           ' Please call me Rod. And the business concerns your  jump 
to this reality.' Said the man who called himself Rod.

          ' You can help us with that ?' ' asked Aerol.

          ' Hmmm.. help is not exactly what I had in mind. I was the one
who sent you here in the first place. '

          'WHAT !?!'

          ' I sent you here. And I will not be helping you. It would severely
lessen the entertainmet value of the probabilities that you will create.' 

          ' Why I ought to - ' said Oscar as he jumped Rod hands ready to
strangle the man. He was stopped in mid-flight by Rod's finger snapping.
His body was frozen in time along with the rest of the world, except for
Rod and Aerol.

          ' I see Mr. Bibat, that you are not as foolhardy as your friend.'

         ' I know when I can't beat  someone up. It's a gift of mine.' 

         ' Yes, I know. That is why you were the first one to be jumped here.
I think you are familiar of events such as these from your own readings ?'

        ' Yeah. Finished  "Undocumented Features" in three days. You could 
say that I'm familiar with such things. Though I have to admit that finding 
myself in such a situation is something like out of an otakufic.'

        'Ah, and who is to say that this is not one , eh ? Who cannot say that 
there isn't a crazy woman out there typing up our dialogue and movements ?'

        ' I don't know. Maybe you ? '
 
        ' You mistake me for God , Mr. Bibat. I am not. I'm just someone who's
bored out of his brain.'

        ' Then how can you mess with Reality like this ?' asked the teenager
with a flourish of his hands, indicating the scene around them, starting to get 
irritated.

        ' This ? Anyone can do it if he or she knew the rules. But that is not the 
point. I'm here to discuss the rules concerning you and your fellow travellers.'

        ' The last I read there weren't any rules. The people just gallivanted
around messing up worlds and blowing stuff up.'

       ' Ah, that is why there are rules this time. Me and my fellows have tired
of letting you determine your own fates , even how amusing the results may
be.'

       ' You mean you're the reason why everybody seems to get dumped in 
another universe ?  You mean all those otakufics were real ?'

       ' Do you have to call them otakufics , I rather call them reality jumps. Yes,
we are behind all of them. And as I said before , who is to say what is real and 
what is not ? You would say what is happening to you is real but from someone
else's point of view  , it is what is called in the vernacular as, a big pile of shit. 
And that is Reality.'
     
       ' Okay, I agree with you on that fact but still why transfer someone from
his reality to another ? All the people do is just mess up timelines.'   

        ' And that is what we want. Anyway , why do you think we transfer people
anyway ? We are not affected by their actions because messing with the timelines
does not affect us. We do this to get entertained, Mr. Bibat. Very entertained. 
But you would say that all of them are the same. I agree with you on that 
statement Mr.Bibat. Author-jumps-to-universe-and-saves-the-day always has 
been something that we personally dislike. We prefer them getting killed along 
with tons of immense property damage and severe emotional scarring along 
the way, with the death of innocents coming in fourth place. You would then say 
that  such things do not happen in an ordinary narration of a reality jump, most 
of them being a case in point.  But you forget that such narration of reality jumps 
are from a very standard form of following only one timeline. If you follow them 
down the other paths, the Probabilities, you come up with what we want. I know 
that you have read Mr. Gaffney's 'Made of Stone, Mr. Bibat. Though I do not 
begrudge Mr. & Mrs. Gaffney's happiness, have you ever read it and had that 
really big question of What If ?  A split second difference ,a moment's hesitation 
, one wrong move and you have a very ,very dead author and a very, very, big 
hole in the ground called Crystal Tokyo. Oh, yes not to mention some other 
Probabilities of the other things that you call 'otakufics'. You would say that 
Skyknight from 'Bubblegum Zone' is already really messed up. You have not seen 
of the deliciously sick Probabilities me and the others of my kind have seen from 
that particular timeline. Oh, yes , the Realities where we gave the jumpers god-
like power, you forget that the larger the power the larger the tragedy, the more 
delightful Probabilities pop up. You would say many ,many things Mr Bibat. Saying
that  were total bastards and the like , etcetera,etcetera. You would then ask why 
we are not entertained with the ordinary Probabilities, those that stem from the 
natural Timelines. The damage caused by the dimensional transferees are much 
more extensive than any of the normal residents of theRealities involved, thus
making them more entertaining. '
       
         Aerol marvelled as Rod answered all the things he had in his mind as if he
were picking them out with telepathy.     

         ' Yes, Mr. Bibat, I am using telepathy to pick your mind apart.' Said Rod as 
he continued with his monologue.

        ' You would then ask about what the heck I am. I am one of the higher 
movers of the Multiverse. We pull the strings though we also know that some
where out there someone is also pulling our strings . Compared to us the Q 
continuum are a joke and you ,of course,are familiar with how powerful they 
are. We usually play jokes on them, as illustrated by one of the narratives you've
read. Mr. Becerra really does pack quite a punch.' He punctuated that staement
with a light laugh.                          
                 
       ' Now , I sense that you wish to know why you're here, though I do refuse
to say the expletives you've attached to that statement in your head. We have 
become tired of letting the people who we ? transfer go around with freedom,
as little of it we give them anyway since we pull their strings for maximum enter-
tainment value, anyway. It's just that they don't have a real big reason of being 
there. They just try make their best of the situation. We have come up with the 
idea of choosing a group of people to participate in a interdimensional version 
of a treasure hunt. You have been selected. Or not selected if you take the other 
Probability into account ,but still a version of you is here and that is enough for us 
start the game.'  

        A snap of his fingers later , Rod had in his hand a strange crystal rod. 
He held it up displaying it to Aerol's gaze.

       ' This is a K'lain'e. Really useful thing created by a very intelligent race. 
It is primaril a vessel of energy. Energy that can be used to power up  the Ni'rein'kal, 
roughly translatedinto the detestable human language as World Gate. To reach 
your home Reality you must search for the K'lain'e and use it to power up the Gates. 
Then you jump through and you move to another Reality. But the game would not be 
as entertaining if it were just a scavenger hunt, wouldn't it ? Then let me introduce 
you to the Hunter.' Another snap of fingers and another flash of light blinded 
Aerol Bibat as he looked to the being before him.

         When his eyes cleared , he gasped. Beside Rod was a being clothed in the 
same garments he wore, black shirt, pants and coat. He also bore a big resem-
blance to himself except that the eyes were ivory white, not a hint of black in them.  
     
      'I hope you approve of me modeling the Hunter on you, Mr. Bibat. Since it would
really be appropriate, you being killed by yourself. Still the Hunter is not exactly 
like you since it is as strong as boomer, which I know you know quite well has the 
ability of  ripping any human apart to shreds. He will appear if you have exceeded 
the specified time limit of each Reality or level if you prefer to look at it like a game.
He would then proceed to track you down and attempt to destroy any member of
your team or group or party or whatever. You may try to destroy it , but I must warn 
you it get's a lot harder to kill if you continually kill it. We will not be giving you 
additional physical powers other than what you have, though you may pick up some
gadgets along the way though. The game wouldn't be fun if we didn't give you and
your companions at least a fighting chance.'
                  
      ' Fighting chance ? I'm just sixteen , for crying out loud ! All the others who get
jumped through the universes are at least eighteen. Heck , all the others get to
make an impressive number of toys from being at least from college ! I don't even
know how to play the guitar like Gaffney does ! And you call that a fighting chance ?'
complained Aerol as he hated the prospect of going through the worlds in his 
current status. ' Hell, I'll wind up dead much more easily from my entire physical 
condition alone. I ain't exactly Mr. Physicaly Fit you know. Just pick someone
else to throw around the worlds. The entertainment value of watching me die is
not extremely high.'

       ' Want to bet on that , Mr. Bibat ? But still you have a valid point. ' responded
Rod with chin on his hand. Aerol heard another snap of fingers and a crystal
object appeared before his eyes. 

        < It looks just like that crystal-thingie from Sailormoon. > thought the boy
as it hovered towards him. 

       ' Yes, it does, Mr. Bibat. But it's not exactly the same. I will be giving  it to
you for your personal use, assuming you can figure out how it works. Your 
companions will be receiving similar items if you ever survive long enough to get 
them. Goodbye, Mr. Bibat. It will be three days before the Hunter is activated.
The best of luck and may you die horribly.' Rod said as he started to move out 
of the room , the Hunter following behind him.

       ' Thanks.' Aerol said sarcastically as he took the crystal from it's hovering
position. He then suddenly remembered why Rod looked familiar. His mouth
gaped as he said. ' You're the guy who from the Twilight Zone.' 

       He saw Rod wheel around a smile visible on his face. With a snap of
his fingers the theme song of the show pounded into  Aerol's ears as Rod
vanished along with the Hunter. As he disappeared everything seemed 
to return to normal as Time once again moved. To the surprise of the others
in the room ,Oscar was carried by his momentum to fall once ogain into the 
koi pond.

       'How did your friend do that ? ' asked Akane as she saw Oscar getting
himself out of the pond. ' I didn't  even see him move.'

       Bibat sighed as he said.

       ' It's a very long story.'                                                                                       

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C&C and MSTs and flames are totally welcome.

Heck I found this fic when I was cleaning up my files. I finished
up this part and the part before it  so Idecide to post it to the
FFML. Anyway ,apologies to Gaffney and the others I named.
I know they won't be reading this anyway, but still I apologize
if I offended them or anything.

The big rant by Rod ,was quite toned down already, you should
see the original. That's what I get for reading my essay I call 
'The Reality Manifesto'  again after a year I wrote it. I wrote the 
Manifesto when I was quite drunk (Never ever make a chemistry 
project out of winemaking, one wrong mix and you'll black out 
for hours) , quite depressed and I think quite insane. Runs in 
the family,I think. 

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' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the 
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to 
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write 
are important, because light is additive. Another's light  doesn't diminish
 my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'   
                   - (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin  

' There is no such thing as fiction. There is no such thing as imagination.
Everthing's friggin' real.Everything's also one hell of an illusion. What that 
mean's ,my dear reader, is that you, me , the chair you're sitting on,
the chair I'm sitting on, are participants in one of the biggest fucking lies
in the history of Time: Reality' 
                      - Elsa Bibat, 'The Reality Manifesto'