/lit/ - Literature

On the surface, Thomas seems to be your average kindly bookstore owner, currently enjoying his near-retirement years in relative comfort.
Everything seems to be going his way, and why shouldn't it? For in truth, he is retired, the solitary life he's built around him being thus by his own design. For the late 20th century London he inhabits is but a pocket universe of his own creation, a patch of time and space he bought and had tailored so he could live out his chosen twilight years on his own terms, death by mortality being his choice.
But then he notices... flicker of shadows in the corner of his eye, the increase of oxygen in the air.. he recognizes the signs. Because Thomas used to be an Endgineer: A director of doomsdays to countless custom tailored worlds, destroyed either due to client disinterest, entertainment, or to make room for new ones in a finite and delicate multiverse.
But now, a stranger has entered his uninvited; Someone that is trying to end him and his subjects-by-design without drawing attention to themselves.
The rest of the story would deal with Thomas and the young female clerk he had working for him escaping, jumping between custom tailored realities in search of answers, a quest that might lead towards having to save (or abandon) reality prime itself.