Kaelen's life in the Kingdom of Aethelgard was a constant struggle against the "Plot." The Kingdom was ruled by the Seven Sages, beings who claimed to be the authors of reality. To them, commoners were just ink to be spilled.
That afternoon, in the town square, a High Inquisitor was "Redacting" a family. With a wave of a wand, the Inquisitor was erasing their memories from the town's records.
"By the decree of the Sages, this bloodline is non-canonical!" the Inquisitor shouted.
Kaelen, who was trying to buy a meat bun, paused. The "Text" of the world was flickering. It was annoying. It was like a flickering lightbulb in a room where you're trying to sleep.
"Hey," Kaelen said, appearing behind the Inquisitor instantly. He didn't run; he just used Shadow Swap with the Inquisitor's own shadow.
"Who are you? A commoner?" The Inquisitor sneered. "Begone, or I shall erase your name too!"
Kaelen looked at him with dead, unbothered eyes. "Your magic... it's like a bad first draft. Too many adjectives. Not enough substance."
Kaelen reached out and physically "grabbed" the air in front of the Inquisitor. To the crowd, it looked like he was holding nothing. To Kaelen, he was holding the Inquisitor's Source of Power.
[Quirk Triggered: OmniFactor – Skill Plunder]
"I'll take that," Kaelen said.
The Inquisitor screamed as his "Divine Erasure" magic was sucked out of him and filed into Kaelen's Physical Prime Registry.
"Actually," Kaelen said, feeling a slight itch in his brain. "That's still too loud. All Fiction."
With a blink, the Inquisitor's scream became "fiction." The sound vanished. Then, the Inquisitor's very presence became a "lie." He didn't die; he just ceased to have ever been a threat. He was now a confused man holding a stick.
"Kaelen!" His mother called from the bakery. "Did you get the buns?"
"Working on it, Mom," Kaelen sighed. "The universe is being really clingy today."