Zero Point

Prologue

     The Visitor knew exactly what he was doing. He saw all the earthlings watching him as he prepared to launch, the rocket's fumes clouding the inside of his base. He turned to his co-pilot, Omega, who nodded. Visitor pulled a lever, and the rocket began to lift.

     It's time... He thought to himself, to go home.

     He thought back to a few months ago, the destruction of his world. He was the sole survivor, hiding in an escape pod and stowing away on a chunk of his crumbled planet. He found refuge on this island, and now he had figured out how to go back. To make time to do his bidding, this rocket being the needle he would thread through the fabric of time to bring back his home, and stop it from being destroyed again.

     The rocket's thruster shot off, and once he had left the atmosphere, he flipped the rocket back down and sent it shooting back towards the island.

     "Zero-point oscillator on." He pressed a button and looked to Omega.

     "Setting coordinates..." Omega pinpointed the exact location they needed to make this work.

     "Engaging multi-fuel accelerator." It was time to put his plan to action. The island grew closer, and red lasers shot out the tip of the rocket, marking the entry point, what the humans called 'Tilted Towers'.

     With a fraction of a second remaining before they collided with the ground, the rocket was sucked out of time and space through a rift. All the Visitor saw was a purple hazey void. Then they were back at the island, shooting around the edge of it. The rocket's swerving looked frantic, but the Visitor had to make these precise movements for this to work. The rocket shot back into another rift; They were almost done. The rocket was now going through the Zero Point, one of few in the galaxy. These inhabitants had no idea they lived ontop of a time hub. The rocket burst out of the Zero Point, and the Visitor had seconds to increase the speed in order to burst through space and time and create the wormhole. Before he knew it, he was there. The plan worked.

     He was home.

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     Back at the island, everyone watched the rocket's launch, and the massive rift in the sky it left. It was almost beautiful, the soft blue glow it emitted and the white particles coming through. But as the days went on, things started to escalate. Various seemingly random items started dissapearing, like gliders and lamas, and even the famous Durr burger head. And in return different objects started being sent through. A carriage, an anchor, and various tiki heads. It all culminated one day, when an entire desert was transported to the island, covering up the mire that had previously been there. However, objects weren't the only things the rift sent through, for it also sent a single person.

     Drift.