shredding worlds || closed
This was so strange. He stopped, backtracked, and checked the readings again. And then again. They were coming from the basement. He tilted his head up from the metal device in his hands and squinted down the flight of stairs. Things all over town had been acting up in an interesting way and The Master simply could not resist investigating it; he wanted to find the source of this fun.
So there he was—finally—standing at the landing of the old, dusty stairs, a box blinking and beeping frantically in his fingers. Excitement flooded his system. "Found youuu." The brunet practically sung his words, which eerily echoed back; he could use this! There were countless projects he could kickoff with his very own tear in the fabric of reality. The energy he could siphon from it! He didn't feel concern for the people of the universe, or for people in general really, so why not play with this? It could be a party!
He was at the outskirts of town, inside an old, dilapidated building. He'd come alone—even Lucy wasn't waiting for him in his car. The Master hadn't really been fond of the idea of sharing his initial discovery with a human being. He would just tell her later that night, over dinner. The politician took precautions though! It was in the form of a mask over his mouth and nose, and rubber gloves on his hands, to protect his body from asbestos and other contaminants.
Before heading home, however, he wanted to get a closer look. What was the point of finding a weakness in space and time and then not so much as checking its approximate dimensions? 'Saxon' smiled, lowered his body, and picked a rock up from the concrete floor. Then, carefully, he descended the stairs until he was two-thirds of the way down and tossed the stone at the unstable space. The air convulsed and devoured it. "Now behave yourself!" The man laughed.