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longislandicedmeThe Auditors weren't the only ones concerning themselves with worlds suddenly getting... messy. Millenia ago, a group of beings called the Celestials had willed a world into existence out of the desire to perform an experiment.
That experiment had culminated itself in the birth of Franklin Richards, who'd created his own world-experiment in a desperate bid to save those he loved. Which pleased the Celestials, as it meant their work had not been in vain.
Except now where there had been one world there were suddenly two. This could not be allowed. And so they'd been prepared to offer Franklin a choice: destroy the world of his birth, or the world he'd created. Only one could survive.
But then, somehow, the choice was made for him as one of the worlds winked out of existence. The Celestials didn't concern themselves with the hows or whys, just that it had happened and it was for the best.
[ooc: ...because this was nicer than asking a toddler to destroy a reality.]
That experiment had culminated itself in the birth of Franklin Richards, who'd created his own world-experiment in a desperate bid to save those he loved. Which pleased the Celestials, as it meant their work had not been in vain.
Except now where there had been one world there were suddenly two. This could not be allowed. And so they'd been prepared to offer Franklin a choice: destroy the world of his birth, or the world he'd created. Only one could survive.
But then, somehow, the choice was made for him as one of the worlds winked out of existence. The Celestials didn't concern themselves with the hows or whys, just that it had happened and it was for the best.
[ooc: ...because this was nicer than asking a toddler to destroy a reality.]
