Khrona appeared from the depths of darkness with his signature black jacket, boots, and gloves on, looking like he was tired.

"Stop messing with the timelines!!!" Redneck William said to the man he was facing, he had travelled universes to see him in person.

The lowly imp hath threaded on the same road for several days, seemingly stranded in the rural depths of a random desert in North America.
As he reached yet another roadside village with a few houses made of cheap aluminium roofing and plywood, a visibly exhausted man draped in black leather appeareth out of practically nowhere, followed by yet another redneck the imp hath seen, except he didn't remember them having the ability to teleport like that.

The imp quickly turneth off the flames in his ladle and bolted straight towards the cover of one of the houses. "Kheeek! A trap!" He whispered, yelling into hisself.
He feareth to be exorcised by the strange men with powers.

So far away to his destination--the gateway to Hell that humans prefer to call 'Yellowstone' as if a strange euphemism to sulphur--the imp wondered if his journey hath came to its conclusion. He skittles away around the house, hopefully out of sight.

This whole time, there was a shadowy figure, T-posing in the distance. He draws all attention to him by shouting "BIG CHEESE REQUIRES BIG BREAD AND BIG MEAT TO MAKE BIG SANDWICHES!!!" ...then disappears, without a trace, leaving all questioning what the hell just happened

[4 months later flashforward]
A grey bureaucrat adjusts their glasses, sniffing their half-congested nose as they read over the transcript of all that occured within here. Picking up an old fashoned red stamp between their fingers, they bring its handle against the wiry metal frame of their desk, tapping it in a tuneless rythm as they consider the rather meager number of words. With a sigh, they bring the stamp firmly over the transcript, marking the page red before returning the stamp to its home on the red ink.

Two authoratative words rest half smudged on the print:

ROLEPLAY DECEASED

An abrupt knock sounds at the bureaucrat's door. Without wait, it opens, and a fox-eared young woman enters, wide eyed and curious as if seeing the inside of an office room for the first time. "Wowwwww this is amazing!" she beams with a bounce, bushy red tail wagging behind. Her sparkling green eyes flit from wall to window to desk, eventually settling on the man seated. "Oh hi! My name's Kyri. I'm here for the interview?..." She straightens her posture, offering a hearty smile.

Hellooo