Jevil meets a strange someone

Something went bonk in the next room.

Jevil slipped out of bed. "Who sounds there?" He rolled to the door. "A Seam, Seam? A Lancer-Prancer?" The door went open, and he popped out.

This was someone new. Bone white, but with dark clothing. Tall, but hunched down. He had his hands stuck through a window, inexplicably placed at an angle in mid-air.

"An in-vader, in-raider?" He tapped his shoulder.

"Oh. Excuse me," the man slowly said, enunciating each word. He turned around. "Can I help you?"

"Who are you, what do you?"

"I am. A technician of sorts. I am maintaining the integrity of this realm."

"But not in the court, you're not," Jevil retorted. "Not a king, not a mage, not a general or a colonel."

"My work. Is somewhat ethereal. It is necessary, but only visible when it fails."

"I can see it now. Then it's failing, blundering, breaking?"

"It is a routine issue. I need to re-calibrate the projection from the other world."

"And if you don't?"

"Well." The man scratched his head. "This world would become untethered. It would spin loose. It would be. An unpleasant time."

"Vee-hee! Can I be of aid?"

He nodded. "I do believe you can. Could you keep open this gate while I make rearrangements?"

Jevil extended his legs and grasped it with both hands while the man went to work.

The view was very, very interesting. He saw games, and toys, and things he recognized, yet different. There were sixteen Ponmen, four Kings, one Seam. Even Jevil's self was present.

Very, very interesting.

"There. You can release now."

Jevil let go, and the window shrank away.

"Thank you. I will be around."

The man walked to the stair, then was no longer there.

Jevil was left alone with his thoughts. He had gained a whole new perspective.