A New Age for Mobius?
The Author and the Creation both sat in armchairs in a dark room, lit by the crackling fire in front of them. It was a cozy scene.
"It's been a while since we've done this. You know, just sat around and chatted?" The Author said, flipping through a pages of a packet. "It's nice."
"For you, maybe," the Creation snorted, "You're just looking for a reason to torture me some more."
"Maybe I am, but surely it won't be that bad, will it?" the Author grinned childishly.
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On where you send me. On what you send at me."
"Well, that depends as well. We have a few standing crossovers, a few short ideas, and a few random events we could try, courtesy of the fans... Hey, we still have that crossover with Omnius-"
"Who?"
"Never mind. Oh, and a future plan involving Mike!"
"Cool, haven't sen him in a while."
"Oh, then there's this one where I send you to the future."
"Yeah?"
"Everyone's dead."
"Well that's just freaking great."
"At least, everyone you know to this day."
"Great."
"Oh! Feliciana comes with you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But she has to leave. Karen takes her place."
"Oh Gods..." The Creation laid his head in his hands.
"What? She's a wonderful woman. I did create her, of course." The Author laughed aloud, slapping a knee.
"I think you should be more concerned about your girlfriend seeing that."
"Alright, alright," the Author looked back to his papers then exclaimed, "Hey, here's the results of a poll I did with a few friends!"
"And?"
"It turns out multiple personalities are a thing. In a sense."
"So you're making me a schizophrenic?"
"No, schizophrenia is basically bipolar, violent mood swings, and allll too paranoid. You're thinking of multiple personality disorder, but that's not what this is either."
"You're still making me insane."
"And you weren't already?" The Author chuckled.
"Fair enough," the Creation shrugged. "So, when do I start?"
"Right now." A doorway of light opened in front of the fireplace. "Off you go, Mobius. Good luck."
Mobius frowned, then laughed. "Alright then. See you later boss." He stood, stretched, dusted off his trench coat, then stepped into the doorway, and was gone.
The Author now sat alone in the room. "Oh, it's good to be back." he chuckled again to himself as he pulled out a black laptop, and began writing.