Timeless (11-17-2017)

It turns out that every conspiracy theorist is right, each conspiracy theory is true but they all come from a different timeline. [Link to post.]

“The boss wants to see you,” the secretary, said through the intercom. The gentleman in the office pressed the red button to reply.

“On my way,” he said. The clean shaven, portly man pushed his chair back and stood from his desk.  “He only wants to see me when there’s a problem,” he sighed, then gathered his coat from the rack on the way out of his office.

“You know how it goes, Elaine. I’m probably out for the rest of the day.” He said to his secretary.

“Right. I’ll reschedule your appointments Mr. Deville.” Elaine waved at him as he stepped out into the long cavernous hallway. Fluorescent lights somehow made the hallway drearier. He began the journey to his boss’ office and arrived there an hour later. Debbie, the boss’ secretary, let him in as soon as he arrived.

“Good! Glad you made it, Red. We’ve got an enormous problem, and I need your help to get things sorted out.” The boss got right to business, even before Rudy Deville sat down.

“Alright.” Rudy nodded and waited for an explanation. He took a seat across from his boss.

“This new generation of brokers, they’re not like you. You’re deliberate, and you think things through. Most importantly you *check* in on your clients regularly. This mess happened because one of the new guys thought he could shortcut his way through timelines. He’s been fired, but we still gotta clean up the mess. The long and short of it is, we got a Christmas light tangle of timelines, and I need you to clean it up. You’re the best bet we’ve got, and if we don’t get things taken care of soon, we’ll get shut down. All our resources are yours to fix this mess, then you’ll get some well deserved vacation time after. Can you help me out?”  He asked. The boss never asked anything of anyone. The Devil never really had to. Rudy nodded and stood up.

“I’ll do what I can. Where can I get to the jumble?” The Devil pressed a red button and Debbie stepped into the room.

“Show Red to Chuck’s T.A.P.” he said, then dismissed them both. Rudy followed Debbie, and she tried to make small talk.

“Why does he call you Red?”

“Because he likes calling me Red Deville.” Rudy shrugged. It was his best guess, but he did not know if that was the reason. “So do you know anything about this mess I’m about to walk into?”

“Chuck was an asshole. Which, I get we’re in hell, but this is a professional work environment. He was bigoted and just generally full of himself. I think most of the mess happened because he was trying to build the perfect timeline for himself, twisting around his client’s wishes just enough. By the way, I’m sure the boss told you Chuck was fired. But just so you have all the information that was just on the books. Chuck disappeared into his timeline, and we haven’t been able to track him down. He might pop back out when you start setting things right,” Debbie said as she continued to lead Rudy through the halls. Hell is a big place.

“The last I heard for his timeline is that he got some idiot elected President of the United States. But he hadn’t decided if it was going to be because of the lizard people or aliens. So, no idea what you’re stepping into.”  Rudy reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a red notebook with the number “2” embossed on the cover in gold. He also pulled out a #2 pencil, and looked at Debbie while they walked.

“Can you think of any other things he might have changed?” He asked. He started taking notes when she replied.

“Conspiracy theories. He was pulling clandestine actions from different timelines and putting all the ones he liked into one. 9/11, fake moon landing, flat Earth. It’s all true in his timeline, so be careful. You can’t trust anyone there. Even the lizard people and illuminati factions of that timeline can’t be trusted the way we normally do. You’re pretty much on your own.”

“Alright, I’ll do what I can.” Rudy said. They’d been walking for about 15 minutes when Debbie stopped.  “You can make it from here. Just another 100 doors down that way, then it’ll be on your left. You can’t miss it. Good luck, Red.”

“I prefer Rudy.”

“I prefer to not be in hell.” Debbie waved behind her as she walked back towards the Devil’s office.

Rudy continued to the room until he found it. Most doors had a simple name plate on them. This one had a mural painted on it. A fat man standing on top of a mountain. The door said “Chuck’s Time Access Portal.”

Rudy reached into his pocket and felt the small, smooth, rectangular gadget. He pressed the button on my temporal anchor to keep Hell as his primary timezone. He stepped through the door with a sigh. This was going to be a hell of a mess to clean up.


Thank you for reading! If you'd like to know more about any of these characters you can find out more about Rudy(El Diablito) HERE. Or if you'd like to know a bit about Chuck's history you can find it HERE.