Point Zero

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• Sgt. Mike "Psycho" Sykes

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  Sgt. Mike "Psycho" Sykes
  
  
  
  
  After Mr. Cobblepot stood up and saved all their asses, he turned toward Xant He was going to rip Xant a new one.
  
  Nobody messes with the man and lives to tell about it.
  
  Mike blinked and pulled himself off the ground as his suit turned red, making his attacks twice as powerful as before.
  
  "You FUCKING -"
  
  He proceeded to hold his railgun toward the creature's head, emptying his railgun on the creature's head.
  
  
  thatguyinthestore , Sleek , Birb , CocoaMarshmallow , 2Bornot2B , D Dark @Continuing_Zant_Fight
  
  
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    Psycho is Healthy and Alive
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    Abilities and weapons:
    
    
    AY69 submachine guns
    SCAR
    FY71
    Shotgun
    Submachine gun
    Precision rifle
    Gauss rifle
    Minigun
    Explosives
    Missile launcher
    FGL40 grenade launcher
    Explosive charges
    Mines
    Claymores
    Frag grenades
    Special weapons
    MOAC
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    Abilites:
    
    NANOSUIT
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[Necessity4Fun]

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~FURIOUS OVERTURE~​

And just like that, their systems restarted as if nothing had happened.

One by one, components retook their tasks once more, motherboard, processors, coolers, motion rotors. Every little metal piece, every single wire carrying electricity through themselves, sending information, reading data... The world came back to the twins, or perhaps they had returned to the world? Even after having made peace with their discontinuation, having wished their goodbyes, resigned to their failures...

...Today was not the day their 12-year life spam would come to an end.

"Ah, t-tengoku kana...?" ^{(Ah, i-is this heaven...?)}, the girl muttered to herself, "Are? Android no atashi ni mou tengoku ga aru yo? Iya... miteinai yo. Ja... G-genjitsu?!" ^{(Huh? Androids like me also get a heaven? No... this doesn't look like it. So... R-reality?!)}, her optics widened up and she started to shake the crumpled humanoid form beside her, "Len! Leeeeeen!"

"R-rin? Nani wo-" ^{(R-rin? What are-)} "Hey! We're back! Modotekita! Hurray!" "Eh?", the brother instantly sprung up, taking a good look in the environment, "Ehhhhhhh?!", he was thoroughly confused. "I will get my ice-cream eventually! Yuuuus~", Rin danced in the background.

B-but the errors?! Was it possible? Were they saved? What had even happened in their time offline?
Len touched his face, then kept patting downwards just to be sure... He was solid. The floor was also solid... Oh, dear Buddha, they were actually okay!

"We're back..." "That's what I said!" "B-but how?" "Ehhh, I don't know but it's probably something to do with that guy that's still over there..."

Pointing at the ongoing pay back session occurring before them, Rin leaned on her usual backwards way, looking at her sibling with a mischievous grin on her face:

"Can we join the fun?"

Len took a new glance at their friends doing their own attacks, then looking back at his sister, gave her a nod of approval. Rin let out a giggle of delight and gestured to her console, then his own. Ah. He knew exactly what she was thinking about...

Finally getting back up, Len made his way to one side of the room. Rin mirrored his action, making her way to the opposite side, not without first putting Arthur's hat back on her head. The signal was a thumbs up, and Len selected the heaviest instrument the twins had available on their database: a piano. But not just one, two.
In the usual cluster of pixels, a piano had appeared in front of each twin, seat included as they were supposed to be ready for play. These ones weren't going to be used in the usual way, however. Pulling their chairs aside, Rin and Len prepared to hold onto their respective pianos, one black and gold, the other white and gold. They counted to three in sync, holstering the instruments above their heads once the counting was done. This wasn't a cartoon but, someone was going to get a piano to their head anyway...

"This is for every person that died, those that came back and those that don't! This piano is the embo...em bo... It represents our despair, our sadness, our struggles... You said you like those, so Rin is delivering a plate full, EAT UP!!!!"

"This piano stands for everyone back home that would never know our whereabouts. It embodies the worry and concern of our vocaloid friends that think we've gone missing suddenly. It also stands for my own self-doubts and my fear of being unable to protect those I love. Be crushed, for I will not allow them to suffocate me anymore today!"

"Musical Beating of Justice, PIANO LAUNCH!!"

From each side of the room, a piano flew towards Zant's form, 600 lbs total of pure justice for the whole adventure, delivered by two android twins that were very angry about said events of the day. Rin wanted at least 3 tubs of ice-cream to make up for such a horrible experience!

thatguyinthestore , @DoublePianoDelivery!!​

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[SheepKing]

Alphonse Elric
Alchemist and Brother
The young alchemist’s life didn’t end as he so thought. Instead of finally reuniting with his lost body at the gates of truth, he found himself to instead be rapidly regaining consciousness. As mere moments he went from not being able to move a single limb to being back onto his two legs. After which his witnessed the strangest turn of events that to be honest, if there even was a god out there, Alphonse would be completely confused by why he decided to help the group of multiuniversal beings in such an odd way but to be completely truthful, he couldn’t give all that much of a damn right now. They were all alive! It didn’t matter what led up to it, not being dead was all that mattered.

On the skeleton’s signal, everyone did one final attack to conclude the battle. Even Cobblepot, who just a few hours ago had been willing to kill everyone for his maniacal plan, even helped out. He saw a man shoot at Zant before going at him with fists, Ike clinging on for dear life, an odd badger cover his eyes, Noel shooting him with with some sort of gun, a cat eared girl attacking him with kicks of pure speed, a young man summon a sword that could split mountains, a solider shooting at the king of twilight with fury in his eyes, another skeleton sending out a barrage of bones, and most surprisingly, a giant piano being launched by the twins. It was absolute beautiful chaos.

Alphonse, not wanting to miss out on all of the action, decided on one last transmutation to end this battle. His arms raised up and his finally hands met with a clap. Light and blue lighted danced in anticipation just waiting for impact. Alphonse got onto his knees and finally slammed his hands onto the ground. The energy increased tenfold and eagerly formed a circle. From it a mass of earth began to compile until finally, in the shape of a giant fist, a pillar of earth rised before charging towards the doomed king of twilight.
It was silly, maybe even a bit downright tacky, but after all that they had went through, a bit silliness was definitely needed.



thatguyinthestore @abunchofotherpeoplebutitsbarelyasentence @Yooooooooowebouttokillzantmydudes

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[Veradana]

Somehow, the Twilight was scattering, although it desperately clung to her mind. Taking whatever sliver of hope she could grasp, she dug in to consciousness, to desperation, to herself. She was alive, even if barely. She was alive; she was awake. Even if she didn’t have strength enough to move, she was alive! And Cobblepot needed them alive, otherwise he could have left them for dead. And yet, even with his custom weapon, Zant killed him with the ease one might have crushing an ant. Just because they we alive didn’t mean they were out of danger.

From the back of the group, she heard another voice. Sans, the shorter skeleton, walked right up to Zant. Leo had cast a spell, immobilising the Sorcerer. Sans took this opportunity to throw out some sort of… well… .

What in the god damn hell had just happened? Takemi just stared blankly at it all. She wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted to know. Whatever it was that Sans had done, it seemed to have weakened Zant by a long shot; their attacks actually seemed to be effective this time. Even still, there was no guarantee that this boon would last. This was their final chance before Zant could recover, best to make the best of it. Gamigin surged anew within her.



Of course, she still couldn’t get in the melee fighters’ way, and with the way people were throwing themselves at Zant, Wild Lightning would likely hit them, or Zant could knock her allies into it. Takemi sighed; things were so much easier to fight when you could just zap the hell out of them. There had to still be something she could do. She’d found it in the battle against Deathstroke, and she would find it here.

Of course, there was still that spell. She hadn’t really had the opportunity to try it in this world, and she wasn’t sure exactly what the effect would be. Could be that it just made Zant stand around uselessly; that had happened before to the Shadows she’d used it on. Well, no time like when you’re riding high to try crazy techniques; she could easily follow it up with some lightning as well.

“Marin Karin!”

To begin with, she’d hit him with a Charm spell. Gamigin rose up, and faced Zant. A flurry of hearts shot forth from the Persona’s form. If the spell was successful, Zant would temporarily think that they were his allies. She’d seen Shadows under this effect heal her or her friends, or attack the other Shadows around them. It was a handy spell, for the few opportunities that she had to use it.


thatguyinthestore

 

[Ineptitude]

Ritsu​

[Enemy identified. Deploying firearms... Error. Firearms absent. Initiating melee combat...]

Seemingly countless metal arms swarmed their weakened foe, hacking and slashing away with a calculated grace. As it continued it's barrage, ever-so-slowly, the memories that it had locked away flashed across her eyes, nearly disorienting it with the sheer force and the sheer emotion that was poured into each one. Autonomously—no, Ritsu's attacks suddenly gained more power, as though those memories were the driving force behind each strike.

She was alive, all of them were, and they were given a chance to make one last charge against their opponent as Leo struggled to hold him back. More and more people joined the assault, and suddenly, it seemed as though this time, they might be able to do it. They might be able to finish this once and for all.

Her eyes changed from a ruby red to a cerulean blue as they shone with determination. "Sensei, I'll do an assassination you'd be proud of!"

thatguyinthestore @We'reInTheEndgameNow

 

[FoolsErin]

-Status-

Health: 135/150

Hunger: 137/150

Sanity: 115/120

-Inventory/Powers-

-Fire-related strengths
-Bernie the Teddy Bear
-Lighter

-Music-

None, currently.

Willow saw her groupmates fall one by one to the deadly Twilight. She felt herself getting weaker too, and she held Bernie close. Willow had certainly died before, but there had always been resurrection those times around. As Willow wrapped her arms around her old friend, she felt that this time there likely wouldn't be an odd stone or a makeshift heart to pull her back to the land of the living. No, she knew that there wasn't. No matter how many times she had been and could be brought back, death was inevitably going to come and keep her in its gaping stomach. Out of all the things that went through Willow's mind as she held onto her teddy bear, The Constant seemed to be the place it was mostly focused on. No more berry picking or ugly beefalos, no more firepits.... She was going to miss fire in general for sure. Her fellow survivors also came to mind. Wilson, Wendy, Wortox, Wigifred...all of them would be without her firestarting self and something about that hurt. Not as much as the twilight burning through her smoke-immune lungs, but it was definitely a good second place. As Willow tumbled to the ground clutching her bear, she saw a blonde-haired girl walking towards her. "Wendy...?" She asked, her vision beginning to fade to black. The girl shook her head, and Willow managed to put two and two together despite everything. "Abigail...? I...guess...it's...nice...to....properly....meet...you..." Willow mumbled, reaching for the twin sister's outstretched hand. She'd been at death's door before. Surely it wouldn't hurt to actually walk through it for once.....

And then it all stopped. The scream of a rocket launcher echoed through the chamber, followed up by Leo uttering he couldn't hold him for very long. Willow began climbing to her feet, finding that Abigail was gone. She looked at Zant in time to witness one of the two skeletons do....something. She wasn't quite sure what it had been, but it seemed to weaken Zant. Seeing everyone else launching their final attacks towards the evil man, Willow for once in this odd laboratory, knew exactly what to do. Walking back to the cowboy, she handed the bottles, the explosives, and the gun back to him. Smiling, she walked up to Zant, flicked her lighter, gracefully bent down, and lit him on fire. She then skipped away and watched whatever was to happen....that was inevitably going to happen.
FactionGuerrilla thatguyinthestore

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

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  Despite Arthur's efforts to the contrary, it turns out that he and his friends had a second wind. Another chance to take down the Zant psychopath.
  
  The very last instant before Morgan lost conciousness and control of his "dying" body, that nut-job Cobblepot came in hefting a weapon that began quickly dissolving the choking darkness around the 1899 gunslinger and his companions. That weapon turned out to be more powerful than even Zant himself- knocking the bastard down temporarily. But the tubby man didn't finish the magic-wielder down; Cobblepot was quickly neutralized by an impaling pillar.
  
  But the blue-glowing eyed boy seemed to stop Zant from carrying everything else. At least, long enough for that blue-jacketed talking skeleton to pull out his own voodoo that Arthur couldn't even describe with words alone. In turn that let everyone else begin taking pop shots at the vulnerable monster. Arthur sure as hell wasn't about to miss this. Not for his life.
  
  
  
  The images that flashed through his mind as he had been succumbing to the Twilight flashed again. Katrina, burned to death with her animal companions. Leon and Yuma, impaled by spikes. Bryan, Thaddeus, Akechi, all shot by Arthur's own ricochet bullets. Hat Kid, Saber, Shirou, crushed by a falling pillar. Everyone else choking to death on the Twilight as they helplessly watched Zant get close to fulfilling his plan. Arthur didn't know if the nine folks who fell truly were gone for good, if everything had been an illusion- but he knew one thing for sure.
  
  A bastard like that had to go down.
  
  "You ain't no god no more!" The cowboy shouted over everyone else's battle cries, diving forwards to grab his dropped Schofield Revolver. At the same time, Deadeye kicked in for him once more.
  
  
  
  TICK-TICK.
  
  Jerome threw down his own pot shots with his giant red light and his pistols before unleashing his flurry of punches. Demon Ike crawling up the bugger's back. Flying Lady charging up her weapon. Cat-Girl slicing away. That weird vampire man going down with a downwards slash. The other armored soldier firing away his own shots. Hell, even the singing kids somehow threw two big-ass pianos at Zant. Time for Arthur to throw in his own batch of attacks.
  
  KER-PLINK KER-PLINK KER-PLINK KER-PLINK KER-PLINK KER-PLINK.
  
  Six red "X"s painted themselves onto Zant's face, just like any other enemy of Arthur's. The deady shooter lowered the single-action revolver to his hips before...
  
  BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.
  
  ...fanning all six accurate explosive rounds at the head, zooming right past Blake as they aimed for their mark. But that wasn't enough. No, he planned on completely obliterating this monster. Cobblepot's downed Twilight-Kryptonite hybrid weapon lay at the shooter's feet. Whilst Deadeye was still active, he holstered the Schofield while picking up the "rocket launcher". To everyone else, Arthur would look like he was moving extremely fast for a man like him. Morgan only saw himself as moving slowly in the perception of time.
  
  TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK.
  
  As Arthur hefted the giant weapon, his eyes merely glazed over the giant weapon's frame. Even though he didn't have any experience or familiarity with it, he knew one thing about guns- they had a barrel, and they had a trigger. This contraption had both, so it had to be a gun.
  
  People kept attacking- or supporting, in the case of one of the ladies. The other bony caped figure threw some bones. Alphonse sent an earth fist to punch out Zant. Takemi chose a more supportive move, sending out hearts of some sort. The metalish woman threw around some equally-metal arms. The little lighter girl even got in to try and set the bugger on fire. All these attacks at once demanded much more precision to avoid hurting anyone but Zant- but Mr. Morgan was nothing except a deadeye sharpshooter.
  
  KER-PLINK.
  
  One last "X" appeared right on Zant's center mass. He slowly drew a breath, but didn't fire just yet. He had to wait till the perfect opportunity to blast Zant and avoid friendly fire showed up.
  
  TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK.
  
  As his focus quickly drained away, Arthur spotted an opening. The metal arms backed off just a few inches- just enough of an opening for Arthur's giant ball- and there was a slight gap between the bone-throwing for a similar opening. As Arthur exhaled he pulled the trigger at the same time-
  
  BOOM!
  
  -sending the black-and-green energy ball at Zant as the one Cobblepot used. It flew by all his comrades- Jerome, Little Ike, Noel, Blake, Soma, Psycho, Rin and Len, Papyrus, Alphonse, Takemi, and Ritsu- seemingly weaving past all their attacks and all their bodies before finally homing in on Zant.
  
  That was going to certainly leave a hell of a mark if it hit.
  
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  • Canon: Red Dead Redemption II
  • "Powers":
    • Deadeye
    • Eagle Eye
  • Abilities:
    • Reflexes
    • Weapons Proficiency
    • CQC Proficiency
    • Outdoorsman Skills
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  Status: FOCUSED
  Weapons: Schofield Revolver x2, Pump-Action Shotgun, Bow and Arrows, Machete, Throwables, Cobblepot's Twilight-Kryptonite Launcher
  Equipment: Bandolier, Journal, Electric Lantern, Portable Camera, Lasso Hook, Arthur's Gambler Hat
  Satchel Inventory: Fire Arrows, Ice Arrows, Bomb Arrows, Shock Arrows, Ancient Arrows, Penguin Figurines, Drinks (Fine Brandy, Kentucky Bourbon, Gin, Moonshine), Zant Photo, Vial of Twilight
  Indirect Mentions: None
  Direct Mentions: EVERYONE! INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: Tandem ( Chungchangching )
  Zant ( thatguyinthestore ), Midna, Leo, OC Ike ( Birb ), Alphonse ( SheepKing ), Sub-Zero ( Hahli Nuva ), Blake ( marc122 ), Singing Twins ( Necessity4Fun ), Eric ( CocoaMarshmallow ), Jerome ( Sleek ), Noel ( 2Bornot2B ), Soma ( Zamasu ), Psycho ( darkred ), Skeleton Bros ( T The Man With No Name ), Takemi ( Veradana ), Ritsu ( Ineptitude )
  
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  Spoiler: Prologue

  

  
  
  A Tell-a-Vision, according to the folks who I overheard talking about it. Seems like this invention helps communicate images or something- Cobblepot used it to talk to us from afar.
  
  
  Spoiler: CHAPTER 1

  

  
  (Credit to TBeltrame on DeviantArt!)
  
  What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into? Flying metal men, people harnessing electricity, and talking human-like animals plague this NEW world I have apparently stumbled upon. If this truly is what we have to look forward to in 2017, then it is a world that I most certainly cannot imagine how 1899 will lead up to these kinds of inventions and people that I have met. Even little Jack Marston's crazy outlandish books have nothing on what I have experienced this whole day- which isn't even OVER yet.
  
  I have the feeling that this world don't want no sort of outlaws like me- but then again, it's brought in women with cat ears, ninjas who can harness ICE itself, and a weapon that can use a red light to burn a giant Crocodile-Man's arm off. Writing this alone makes me question my sanity. This can't just be some ridiculous dream, can it? I initially thought it had to be some sort of afterlife, but a man with an eyepatch named Nick Fury said a blue glowing cube named the Tess-a-ract or however you spell it had a hand in everyone. I don't think everyone came back from the dead like me, though- a lotta folks, including this poor girl and her cottonish animal, seemed real upset and jarred from this new experience just like me. This creepy-looking man, Cobblepot- who reminds me somewhat like a certain Angelo Bronte- was apparently behind all of our "multiverse" problems or something like that.
  
  Cobblepot. If I get my hands on him... Well, let's just say I'm not gonna just feed him to the gators. No. He deserves worse. He put these futuristic bombs in our heads- even the CHILDREN- and threatened to kill us if we didn't fight for him. What the hell was he expecting the children to do? Use their fluffy pet to smother someone to death? Sing them till their ears burst?
  
  That, and the CROCODILE-MONSTROSITY I met earlier. Bastard killed off four of us in the sewers and got away with it. Had to make do for a temporary "burial" without the proper resources. I'll make sure to tell that Nick Fury about where their bodies are. Next time, that Croc won't be getting away with just a missing arm. I'll arm myself properly next time.
  
  Speaking of being armed, I have the feeling that I am somewhat outclassed for once by the people who surrounded me. The man who used that laser weapon seems to have a set of armor that isn't just for show, and some of the folk I've seen can really move fast. Actually, maybe I myself should move- writing this entry in the heart of the enemy beat base probably ain't very smart of me.
  
  
  Spoiler: CHAPTER 2-4

  

  
  (Credit to DeviantArt's JonnyThatJonny!)
  
  So where do I start? It's probably been just a few hours since I wrote a new entry, but it already feels like an eternity has passed. First found this crazy little lady named Midna- who'd been being "experimented" on. Read: ZAPPED EVERY FEW MOMENTS. The Ice-Ninja who accompanied the group to that Experimental Lab broke the glass. Freed the woman, but brought down a horde of these "Shadow Beast" monstrosities. I suspect that's the moment we were spotted in this damn facility- set off a lotta alarms.
  
  After that we got swarmed by a horde of those freaks. Got a blocky man and a giant armored man killed, and led us to flee into a hidden passage. After that, I headed left with a few other folks into a room filled with some monitoring electrical devices. Spotted this freaky magic wielder who threatened Cobblepot- probably even more important than that doddering Cobblepot himself. That, and we spotted the Tesseract- NOT TESSERECT- in a vault. Don't know where it is, nor can we pinpoint it. Looked too damn empty, too- probably has guards waiting right outside that vault.
  
  

  

  
  (Credit to DA's RedGameRedemption!)
  
  Then we met that bastard of a mercenary, Deathstroke. Blasted out a couple folks' brains right off the bat, nearly killed one of them singer kids-slash-mechanicals. Len, I think he called himself? Either way, he apparently thought I did most of the work in the fight- froze us all with this weird contraption of his. Brained one of the superpowered ladies, was about to pull the trigger on ME when I got lucky thanks to that Imp Midna. Turns out the mercenary had no damn clue what was going on in the grand scheme of things. Cobblepot wasn't as dumb as he looked after all.
  
  Had a chance to end him when he was down. I chose not to. It'd be better to hand him into the authorities at the end of this trip, make sure he pays for his crimes. Bastard may not have had a moral code where he avoided hurting the poor or children- like my our the old Van der Linde gang used to- but I can't just run around randomly killing people. At least, I hope that ain't who I am here, nor who I was back in my old world.
  
  Lastly, we headed over to some kind of Drug Manufacturing area. Filled with metal arms filling up these syringes outta the Shadow Beast stuff- took one for safekeeping and to show to that Fury man later. The other singing kid approached me- Rin- with my lasso and hat. Let her keep the hat. Figured it'd give her something to take care of, maybe give her confidence in these trying times. That hat's been along for many of my rides; maybe it's time to have her keep it in her own experiences. I'm gonna miss it a little, but I'd be happy as long as the kid kept it. Her and Marston both. Though I can't help but wonder... Did I truly give my stuff to John that night? Or was that all a damn hoax, since everything was still on me?
  
  ...Regardless, we met some bastard who was cackling about the "Twilight" stuff in the syringes. He was all bluster and no action; this sword-slash-magic blue-haired kid named Lyle showed us that real quick with a couple bullets to the brain. Guess we won't be getting any knowledge offa that "Doctor Hugo Strange" after all.
  
  And now here I am, writing this journal entry. We're all out in this ridiculous hallway, waitin' for someone to HUNT us down like wild prey. This can't be the end, can it? We oughta fight on. I gotta fight on. Not for my old world, no- I ain't got no more life back in my America. I need to help the people here get back to their homeworlds, turn back into normal citizens. The kids in particular- they didn't ask to be signed up here. No, I'll make sure they get their safe passages out. Ain't no redemption waiting for an outlaw like me anytime soon, but everyone else can make something outta this- LIVES TO GIVE.
  
  

 

[Damafaud]

Lyle Walt

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  Strategizing
  Vault
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  Lyle blinked his eyes. He was back in his body. The book he read just now disappeared from his hand. His mind blanked. What just happened?
  
  It took Lyle some time to process his situation. Hell was released on Zant. Bullets flew. Zant smashed to smithereen. A piano somehow fell on him. Lyle scratched his head.
  
  "I think I'll sit this one out."
  
  Zant was done with without his contribution anyway. And he could use a rest. Lyle climbed on Porter once more. He did not activate his Skills. He did not chant any spells. He sat down crosslegged and enjoyed the show.
  
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  Strategizing
  Vault
  Interaction: Praetorian, Julian, Steve, Group​

  
  
  Activated Skills
  Box
  A skill that allows the usage of dimensional storage. Lyle uses it to store a computer, research notes, and a desk from Research Room. It also holds notes from Monitor Room. Shiki's sword and Link's Mastersword are stored.
  
  Select on Rin, Len, Takemi, Double, Aeon, Arthur, Blake, Sub Zero, Praetorian, Julian, and Soma
  Allows your allies alone to use Skills.
  
  Full Over
  Raise all abilities from ten to twenty percent.
  
  Up N' Down
  Raises you and your comrades’ speed, while dropping the opponent’s.
  
  Dimension
  Lets you perceive the surroundings as a three-dimensional map.
  

Mentions: thatguyinthestore Necessity4Fun

 

[Chungchangching]

Mentions:
@FuckZant
TANDEM, THE ITALIAN SWINDLER

"Oh God! I'm alive!!"

Tandem stood back up with relief washing over him in an awesome way after the skeleton did. . . something, The Italian Swindler didn't really know what the hell just happened but he did something, he thought that the skeleton man was useless the first time he saw him but he actually has some badassery in him. Not bad, not bad at all. He's kind of impressed actually but he started to wonder if he could help the team finally kill Zant once and for all since he's only met this guy for a day or less and he's already on Tandem's shit list but maybe he should just stand back and watch them just annihilate the self-proclaimed King of Shadows into nothing but dust.

Tandem sat on top of Cobblepot's corpse casually as if it's a chair, watching from the sidelines as his crew started to just punish Zant mercilessly, getting a giggle out of him because that bitch sure deserves this after murdering people from his gang, he didn't really know them personally but the others are not gonna let him escape after what he's done and The Italian Swindler hopes that the King of Shadows doesn't have any tricks left under his sleeve but just in case, he's ready to fight back if Zant decides to do something brash with the three Yo-Yo's on his hand.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Continued from here.

Epilogue
“Point Zero”


The Story as it Comes to an End
With all the dead seemingly revived, the group found their way heading towards the Tesseract, which was locked up in a vault on the top floor. The group made their way up to the vault, only to be intercepted by a being known as Zant. The group attacked him, although Zant made short work of the group almost too easily. And, before long, the group found themselves slowly dying as Zant began to encompass them in Twilight.

With their final breaths, Oswald Cobblepot came into the vault and rescued all of them using a weapon which was fused with energy from Kryptonite and Twilight, only to be killed shortly after. However, the damage was done, and with a new burst of energy, the group began unleashing their final attacks upon Zant, sparking a chain of events that neither party knew would change the course of the Multiverse’s fate forever...



The onslaught of attacks had been proven to be too much for Zant as he was overwhelmed by the sheer force of pianos, bones, guns, punches, kicks, swords, hearts, and just about everything else that was thrown at him all at once. The final shot, which came from Arthur’s repossessed weapon, caused Zant to be enveloped in harsh, harsh electric currents formed around the man’s body as he harshly convulsed along the ground.

“Y-you… impudent.. worms…” Zant shot out in a strained breath, almost like a hiss. He managed to bring himself up to a single knee, gloved palm firmly placed upon it as he struggled to even move. “S-such… insolence… will be…” He let out a choked breath, inhaling sharply. “..reprimanded!” He finally choked out, and before anyone could throw another attack at Zant, a black, swirling vortex of a portal opened below him and he fell through. The portal had closed just as soon as it had appeared.

“No!” Leo shouted as he ran forward, desperately attempting to catch Zant before he disappeared, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Zant was gone before anyone even had a chance to reach him. Leo slowly turned to look back towards the group, breathing heavily before simply asking, “Is everyone alright?”



It wasn’t long after that the sound of machines whirring could be heard from inside the vault. Numerous other footsteps could be heard as well. Leo glanced to the others as he shifted his gaze towards all of you, his worried expression soon looking back outside the vault. As you all awaited whatever was coming for you next and braced yourself…

The familiar metal man, which a good bunch of you knew as Tony Stark or simply Iron Man, flew into the vault. “Wow,” He said, looking down upon all of you. "Well, you guys almost screwed the pooch. Hard.” Tony said, as his thrusters went out and he landed upon the ground, the metal from his armor making a CLING! sound as he landed.

“Calm down, Tony,” Captain America said as he too entered the vault. His lips curled into a small, proud smile as he looked over everyone. “They did good.”

Next came two more familiar figures. One was Spider-Man, who slung in through some web, and the other was Ant-Man… who kinda just walked in. “Yeah! You guys did pretty good.” Spider-Man exclaimed in his usual cheery demeanor.

“Yeah… see I kinda missed most of it. After I got knocked out by whatever happened underground I just woke up back at the base. But from what I can tell you guys did pretty good so uh… nice job!” Scott replied as he gave everyone a thumbs up and nodded awkwardly. It was then that yet another familiar face walked in. The supposed leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. himself, holding a briefcase.

“Good job to all of you.” He said though his expression was stoney-faced as ever. He made his way over to the Tesseract, which had reappeared after Zant had made his exit. The man picked it up with his gloved hand, placing the blue cube inside the briefcase. Turning to all of you, he would give you all a nod. “Come with me.” He said before leaving the vault. The rest of you, including the four Avengers, followed suit. "Oh, and make sure to grab that one." He said, motioning to Midna as he strolled out of the vault. Spider-Man nodded in response, picking her unconscious body up in his arms and taking her with them.




After getting into black unmarked vans which were parked outside of the facility, you all squeezed into them in groups of five each. The vans sped off and all arrived at the same destination: the makeshift S.H.I.E.L.D. base you were all located in. A time which, by now, felt like eons ago. Fury ushered you all inside, where you found a machine almost identical to the one the Tesseract was in back in the vault. The machine itself was connected to a large, metal runway. Fury placed the Tesseract inside of said machine before turning to all of you. “Make yourselves comfortable. You’re gonna be here a bit while we wait on the machine to fire back up. Mister Stark, if you please?”

“Already on it.” Stark said, having left his Iron Man suit and made his way over to the makeshift control center he had set up near the machine. He began typing away on the keyboard and occasionally looking up to make sure he got his calculations right. After about an hour or so, Tony cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, the breakers are set… and the machine is firing uuuuup….. now!” He exclaimed, and as soon as he said this, the machine began to emit a high pitched humming noise and rapidly increased in glowing… aaaaaaaaaaaand….

FWOOM!

Like a stagelight, a bright blue beam shot straight out of the cube and, slowly but surely, a blue portal began to open up. Fury, having been pensively standing off to the side all this time, approached you all with his hands cupped behind his back. “This portal will send you all back to your respective homes,” Fury explained. “You all have enough time to say your respective goodbyes to each other. However,” Fury rose a single, gloved finger to punctuate the end of his sentence, as well as the beginning of the next.

“With these… multiversal threats that have come into play, such as our mutual not-so-good friend Zant’s schemes which threaten life on a multiversal scale, I offer you a choice. One, you can return home, no harm done. The portal will close and you can live the rest of your lives out in peace, assuming Zant doesn’t get to your universe first. Or,” He looked back up at you, his expression relaxing a bit. “You could join us. We’ll supply you a home, as well as a means to see your friends and family back on your homeworld whenever you’d like once we get back to our own universe. Alternatively, you could join our ranks as a reserve member, and we’ll contact you when you’re needed.” Briefly, his head turned to face the portal for a moment, before facing all of you once again. “Either way, we can’t hold the portal for long, so I’d suggest you make your decision quick.”

With that, you were free to either join S.H.I.E.L.D.’s ranks as a reserve or fulltime member, or return to your homeworld in peace. Whatever your decision was, it was safe to say that this chapter of the story has come to a close. And the fate of the multiverse, has yet to be seen.




Cast List
darkred as Michael “Psycho” Sykes (Crysis Series)
Hahli Nuva as Sub Zero (Mortal Kombat)
Veradana as Takemi Hashimoto (Persona OC)
marc122 as Blake Belladonna (RWBY)
Gaius Danius Griinia as Izuru Kamukura (Kamen Rider OC)
Cthulhos as Charles Thurston (OC)
Chungchangching as Tandem (CLIMAXVerse)
animegirl20 as Amy Rose (Sonic X)
wdinatx as Shirou Emiya and Saber (Fate Series)
Necessity4Fun as Ren and Len Kagamine (Vocaloid)
SheepKing as Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)
Damafaud as Lyle Walt (Sevens)
Jeremiah as Hat Kid (A Hat in Time)
Birb as Ike Plymont (OC)
Arnold Shpitz as Arnold Shpitz (Lisa the Pointless)
thefinalgirl as Aeon and Double (Skullgirls)
Corrosion as Alex Mercer (Prototype)
Aegis as Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Sleek as Jerome-092 (Halo Wars)
DerpyCarp as Ike (Fire Emblem)
Vagabond Spectre as Chloe (Earthbound OC)
Zamasu as Soma Cruz (Castlevania Series)
FactionGuerrilla as Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption II)
Specialist as Thaddeus Solaxus (Warhammer 40K OC)
jigglesworth as Big Daddy (Bioshock 2)
Ineptitude as Ritsu (Assassination Classroom)
Jrzag42 as Misao Makimachi (Rurouni Kenshin)
T The Man With No Name as Papyrus and Sans (Undertale)
CatJones as Selvaria Bles (Valkyria Chronicles)
P PopcornPie as Samus Aran (Metroid)
Sumirenko as Byakuren Hijiri (Touhou Project)
PlusUltra as Shiki Ryougi (Kara no Kyouki)
CocoaMarshmallow as Eric the Typhlosion (Pokémon OC)
TCA as Katrina Ridley (Pokémon OC)
DapperDogman as Parappa the Rapper (Parappa the Rapper)
Stormcloak as Negan (The Walking Dead)
Shiyonichi as Robert E. Cerf (Kamen Rider OC)
Centurion_ as Bryan Fury (TEKKEN)
June Verles as Steve (Minecraft)
Haz. as Goro Akechi (Persona 5)
Sayo-Nara as Yuma Kennedy (OC)
GearBlade654 as Julian (XCOM 2)
Cocogerber13 as Link (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)​

 

[Sleek]

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Jerome sighed. They'd did it. He didn't pay attention to the chatter, and didn't talk, even on the ride back. His armor, still smoking and sparking, was a reminder to all how close they'd come to failure, and despite that, was a mark of their triumph. His thoughts turned to the conflict on the Ark, how Douglas and Alice likely were battling Banished right now. There was always another battle. But, they had time. Fury had given them some time.

So, while everyone waited, Jerome sat on an unused crate. While everyone else chatted and said their goodbyes, Jerome reached up to the edge of his helmet. He squeezed a few releases, and with a sharp hiss!, the helmet depressurized. The Spartan then took off his helmet, and set it beside him. Blood and grime was caked to his face, but the thing that stood out to everyone was how...gaunt, he looked. His skin was pale, and very much like the bleached skin of an invalid who didn't often leave his home. His eyes, bright with intelligence and vigor, scanned the room, and nodded very slightly.

He tapped a few buttons on his helmet, replaying his earlier warning to Red Team. After the second playthrough, he tapped one more button, and the file was erased. This wasn't necessarily relevant anymore, and he set the helmet to the side, for now.

Jerome was quiet for only a few seconds, as his augmented brain processed Fury's offer. If SHIELD had the resources....the Spirit of Fire could enter slipspace under her own power again. They could return to normal UNSC Space....and make contact with the rest of them. SHIELD and the combined forces of the UNSC, could make for a powerful alliance.

"I'll stay. Active duty. When we get to your world, I'll explain."

Jerome had no doubts that Zant could possibly be listening, gathering intel for the next op. He didn't want to give him an advantage.

"Whenever you're ready, I'll go with."

Jerome added, standing, helmet in hand. His pistols and laser had both been discarded in the fight, and he was unarmed for now.

Spartans didn't stay unarmed for long. It was time for Jerome to enter the next war.

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[Birb]

You pant heavily, and your tiny, tiny body collapses, falling off his back as you scuttle a few feet back..... you.. you think you did it!!! He disappears before your eyes.... you... you won... you were alive.... and- SUDDENLY THEY FINALLY SHOW UP?!

“O-oh couldn’t- couldn’t get here earliah, chuckle nuts!! I-i mean thanks!! That’s- that’s greaaaat.... show up when the fights ovah yeah that’ll... hhh...”

You needed a smoke break when you got back... you were becoming more upset... but.. more importantly!! Alophonse!!! And some others!! Tandem, those blonde twins, even the blocky dude!! Haha... maybe even Zabo... you push through the crowd, looking for them, and tap on alhpnose’s shoulder.

“H-hey!! Alphonse!! We- we did it!! We’re alive!! C... can you believe... it... i-i mean... I barley can!! S... so.... I gotta ask ya.... what.... what was it you wanted to tell me... you never got the chance..”

You stare eagerly up at him with those round, adorable little eyes, your tail bapping on the ground again. You certainly seemed over the events that just took place. Mostly because you were going to see Soleil and Milky Way again...

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[CocoaMarshmallow]

Art by the wonderful Milkåmel's Profile - PokéFarm Q!

Eric



So this is where it all ends. Right back where we started (not counting the white room of Cobblepot's- RIP, big nose buddy). The blue portal in front of us opened by the Tesseract is pulsing, inviting us to come home where we really belong. Gotta say: even I want to jump through with one final goodbye to the others. To come home and see the Expedition Society again, go on adventures with Lucario, explore the corners of the world we haven't yet touched just like the good old days! Man, nothing would be better.

But... really, things aren't that simple. My paw hovers above my gut, stomach churning, aching as I gaze into the swirling blue vortex in front of me. A few shivers run down my back and then throughout my whole body. This sickness would kill me in a few months if I went back now. Jirachi's going to be asleep for another year, meeting with the Creation Trio is going to be nigh-impossible, and Xerneas is still busy fixing the world after Yveltal's last accidental outburst. Trying to cure myself in my own world; no bueno. Staying here, though, on a world where the multiverse converges... finding a cure for the infection is gonna be possible! Yeah, it's tempting to go back to the Water Continent and spend my last days with the people I've known for over a decade, and if I can't find a cure in these coming months here, I might just die without being able to give a proper goodbye; but if there's a chance, one slight, eensy-weensy chance, I'll take it.

One little chance...

If I listen closely, I can hear my partner hollering his favorite line...



"Let's do our best today, Eric!"

Yeah...

I smile.

Let's.

I turn to the man in charge himself, grinning. "Mr. Fury, thank you for this privilege, but-" A quick break to cough a 'few' times, "-I think I'll be staying on active duty with S.H.I.E.L.D. for now. It's too early to say goodbye to you guys. After all, I think we're just getting started."

Then, Jerome's decision to stay catches my little eye. "Jerome-092 of Red Team, sir?" A quick wave of my arm gives him a playful salute. "It'll be an honor serving with you further." Not long after, Ike's cute exclamations put arrow after arrow of 100% pure d'aww in my cold, dead soul.

With an even larger smile, I look back at Nick Fury, raising my paw in an energetic wave. Somehow my voice doesn't crack once.


And this picture done by the amazing breepi on DeviantArt!

"Eric the Typhlosion of the Expedition Society, awaiting further orders, Fury sir!"

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Everyone else! It's been an amazing ride! See you all in the next chapter!​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Epilogue Addendum
"The Outliers"



Eight.

That's how many pods there were. Eight. Each pod contained one, thought to be dead, body. It wasn't easy for Zant to cloak them from the others, let alone transport them out of the vault, yet he managed to pull through. However, he kept his end of the bargain, and that was all that mattered.

Each unconscious body was loaded up into a large, white pod after being transported to a discreet back alleyway on a particular rainy night in Detroit. The pods themselves were loaded up into the back of a large, white shipping container, each one placed very securely in the back. The truck sped off towards its destination without even a moments' rest. The driver didn't look back as the truck pulled into the facility.

The pulled behind one of the many, many branching areas of the facility. Of course, this project was official, top secret business. And as such, they avoided using the front doors. As the pods were each very carefully offloaded from the trucks, each one was individually loaded onto a its own handtruck by various men and women wearing hazmat suits.

"So why does he want these again?" Asked a bulky looking male as he wheeled one of the pods into the building. His face was obscured by the mask, but judging by his frame, he was certainly cut-out for being more than just a scientist.

"Does it matter? What the boss says, we do." The feminine voice of his partner replied as she wheeled in another pod. Her companion simply shrugged in response as they along with six others wheeled the pods through the damp, almost eerie looking grey hallways of the facilities. The lights slightly flickered with every other step, and the lack of any sound made the environment even creepier. Eventually, the group of scientists reached a secured metal door, which required a keycard to enter. The female stepped forward and reached into her pocket, swiping her keycard over the nearby reader that was attached to the wall. The red light flashed green and the machine emit a loud BEEP! noise, followed by the clear clicking sound of the doors unlocking. One by one, the scientists entered the sealed off room, which was fuming with various green chemicals that had been placed in large vats.

As each one of the pods was placed down onto the ground, a man in wearing shades and a black trenchcoat held up a hand. "That will be all," He said in an almost menacingly slick British accent, earning nods from each scientist respectively as they left the room. He stepped forward and began to examine the pods one by one.

Leon Kennedy.

Yuma Kennedy.

Hat Kid.

Goro Akechi.

Thaddeus Solaxus.

Bryan Fury.

Shirou Emiya.

and Saber.

The man in question leaned forward, peering through the glass of Leon Kennedy's pod specifically, before letting out a quiet chuckle.

"Tell me... do you wish to take part in an experiment?"​

 

[Chungchangching]

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TANDEM, THE ITALIAN SWINDLER

Tandem stood up from Cobblepot's corpse and tried to catch Zant with his Yo-Yo's but it was too late, The Italian Swindler threw his hat in the ground in a hissy fit and started stomping at it, messing it up with the dirt and sewer muck under his foot; definitely angered that the murderer that took lives of some of his crew managed to escape despite the beating he received, Tandem should have helped with the final assault but he was just too tired to help anymore, he had amazing stamina and all but no matter what, he's still human that relies on weapons and equipment and it's not like the Yo-Yo's are gonna do real damage to the guy but damn does The Italian Swindler felt like he could've managed to catch him if he was closer to the fight but oh well, at least he didn't die from the madness and chaos that happened with some of the crew still kicking and there's also The Tesseract, just chilling there.

Tandem slowly but surely turned around after hearing the footsteps, making a 'tsk' noise with his mouth thinking it was Cobblepot's goons coming here to kill them but to his surprise, it's those S.H.I.E.L.D fellas. Good, Tandem thought he was gonna get a beating from an army of mooks because he's pretty exhausted and had enough thrill for today, maybe even a week because he was tired of this shit at this point and he'll take a holiday from his thieving job and cancel the heists he planned, maybe the others can do his job for him, they'll understand that he's tired after what he's been through if they believe the story, they probably won't since he's known for being a compulsive liar. He'll try to convince them to believe it either way, it wouldn't hurt to try.

Captain America, Spider-Man and Ant-Man showered them with small praises. It made Tandem feel satisfied enough, it's not everyday he gets complimented by super-heroes or anybody. He calmed down a bit from the failure of trying to catch Zant and took his hat from the ground, dusting the dirt and muck away from it and putting it back on his head, he wears this hat a lot which made him feel bad that he stomped on it out of anger, this hat is like his child to him, always washing it with care and love but maybe he'll give it to somebody as a remembrance of their cool and life-threatening adventure but he'll have to wait until they're really about to leave this place, it would be more heartwarming that way.

Nick Fury took the Cosmic Cube, putting it on a briefcase while Tandem watched him casually with a smile because he knew it was in the right hands, no more evil people trying to use the power to do stupid shit, Tandem is a criminal too but he's the good kind of criminal, like the modern-day Robin Hood as he likes to think of himself but a lot more selfish and snarky. He kept staring at Nick Fury until he finally told us to come with him, are they finally gonna go home now that it's in his hands? Do they even know how to use it?? They better or The Italian Swindler's gonna be pissed off. He was one of the last to follow Nick Fury outside because Tandem glared at Cobblepot's body and kneeled down, spitting on his face before putting on a shit-eating grin. "How'd that plan turn out for you, Dummy?" He said, letting out a proud cackle before finally following the crew.

The Italian Swindler squeezed his way to the unmarked Van and started whistling to pass the time, he's not gonna use his Yo-Yo's because he's just gonna hit the people in the van by accident, he kept on whistling until they reached their destination, Tandem willingly swaggered his way into the S.H.I.E.L.D base to get a good break after what he's been put through only to find a strange contraption, Tandem tilted his head a little to the right, staring at the machine before shrugging, he guesses that's the machine that will bring him home and finally leave this hell, The Italian waited for them to finish talking with boredom in his face, he just wanted to go home can they hurry up?!-- Oh finally, the portal opened. . . And more talking, of course.

Tandem impatiently listened to Nick, tapping his foot on the floor to hear what he has to say, he offered us to help him but Tandem doesn't want to stay here anymore, even with the benefits of joining them. So, Tandem shook his head and denied his offer and went towards Leonardo, putting on a wholesome smile before offering him a Yo-Yo. "You're a pretty cool guy." Tandem said. "Here's something to remember me by!"​

 

[Ineptitude]

Ritsu​

"I think... I'll be a reserve member." Ritsu spoke after a moment of contemplation, looking sure of her decision "If you find yourselves needing me, just give me a call and you'll have my world's best assassins at your service. For now, though, we need time to get ready." She flashed the director a bright smile as she handed him a way to contact her, before turning to the two people she grew closest to during her time in this strange world she got sucked into.

"Noel, Alphonse, thanks! I'll be sure to tell my family all about you guys!" Ritsu beamed, handing the two of them a trinket—a small, plastic replica of her iconic machine gun with the name 'Ritsu' carved into the barrel.

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[marc122]

Blake Belladonna

STATUS

Healthy.

INVENTORY/POWERS

- Gambol Shroud
- Aura
- Shadow
- Faunus Traits

MUSIC

None.

It's a living fairy tale.

I should not be here, and neither should anyone else. If anything, the Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D, should be sitting here, lamenting our loss. Thanks to Mr. Cobblepot, we are. Of course, I can talk about how that Iron Man guy talked us down for a few seconds before the rest reassured us, but of course, that's not that important.

Thing is, it felt unreal when you've got...I don't know. Magic users, out in the flesh when they were supposed to be gone, with the exception of Ozpin and Salem, of course. Paper dogs who somehow did not get crumpled up like some poor Faunus child got discouraged and threw them away like some unsatisfactory paperwork, or drawing...however you want to put it. Of course, there also exists robots outside of Atlas, somehow, when the Atlesian military is supposedly the most advanced in the world. Actually, it was nice to see those for the first time. To be honest, Remnant can feel...rather small. Same old friends. Same old city. Same old academies. Even after the Fall of Beacon, could it ever feel like that.

And it's nice while it lasted.

It felt like a brand new fairy tale, unheard of, not even in my teens, which...I still am in, obviously. But hey. We've still had ups and downs. At least we should cherish all those ups while we can still remember, and learn from all those downs.

I can’t wait to see the look on Ruby’s face when I tell her and Team RWBY all those stori—

Hey... This Iron Man guy is already done? I don’t know how long of a time had passed, but I could’ve sworn that it felt like minutes. I think it was my desire to get back home, that sealed the deal for what appeared to be an hour feeling like minutes. Now, where was I? Right. I gotta tell a few of ‘em goodbye. Who, first?

The ninja.

I don’t know why I can get a little fixated on him a few times, but there’s something about him that spoke...experience. Not only that, but he has seemed powerful, particularly during fights where he is involved. I’ll go tag by him real quick.

I get up where I was sitting, and approach him. Now, I’m not normally one to prompt a talk, but to be fair, so doesn’t him, at least from what I had seen, but uh, yeah. I’m standing at him.

“Err... Hey. I...I know we haven’t met each other much, and...it’s awkward to see ourselves mingling here, but... I... Okay, the reason why I came to you, is because think it’d be sad to see you away. Don’t you think? Like, it’s crazy that we’re al standing here, all because of some object I’d never guessed would bring us here.”

What to give him, what to give him... Right. I pull out an Ice Dust clip from my pocket in my tailcoat and present it to him.

“I wish I had so much more to give you, but that is one of the few things I could really give.”

Assuming he does take it, I nod. Shoot. I also got little time.

“Well, I better get going. Time’s ticking.”

I then leave for Rin and Len as I say, “I hope we can meet again!”

Now what to say to Rin and Len... Right. I think I got it. I’ll give them a little piece of advice that hopefully sticks with them. I approach the two twins, then say,

“Hey. Just a quick reminder: Just because you can’t fight back now, doesn’t mean you can’t fight back later. Now, off I go.”

I leave the two to their own devices, nodding towards them, as I finally approach Nick Fury, the man himself, the one who has given us a choice. So, there are three choices.

I could go back home and reunite with Team RWBY once more.
I could be a reserve fighting for S.H.I.E.L.D.
I could become a full-timer.

Now, which one of these is what I want I want to do? Going back home, I could hopefully, hopefully finally reach the relay tower, but I fear that it’s been too long since I had disappeared off the face of Remnant, even by a few hours. Time is not lenient, sometimes. However, I do get to reunite with Team RWBY, as well as my parents. Unfortunately, with a new danger in the horizon, if I leave for home, I may be leaving the others across worlds without an extra layer of protection.

That leaves me with two choices. Either I’m a reserve, or I’m a full-timer. Personally, to me, being a reserve means I get to do both of what I want to do; I get to deal with Salem, while I also help the others deal with whoever that Zant was. I also don’t end up abandoning Team RWBY, because obviously, turning them away is my personal worst idea. Ever. Seriously, why would I want to do that, as in ever?

Alright, reserve it is.

"I'll be a reserve. Got a few mutual not-so-good friends to take care of our own back in Remnant, but hey, you can have me take on the greater threat whenever I'm needed. Until we meet again, Mr. Fury."

With all taken care of here, I face the portal. Remnant, I’m coming home. I took a deep breath as I start approaching it. The blue light got more intense the closer I got, until eventually, but inevitably...

I have entered the portal.


...

W—What?

I’m back already? And to boot, I’m even in a snowy forest.

Yet, it was not just a snowy forest. No, it’s...the same exact snowy forest I had been walking through, right when I had started to vanish in the smoke. And now...

Now, it’s all coming back. The mission statement. My task. Cordovin. Everything. How could I have forgotten about them all? Right. I had still on hand the memories of the mission, but I didn’t think about that much, until now. Oh, that reminds me. I was tasked to intercept radio communications in, so Weiss and Maria wouldn’t be detected.

Where was I? Oh. I see those same exact footprints I had left. This must be around the time when I just got off Yang’s bike and—

“Blake, you’re up.”

Ruby?! Where’d that voice of hers come fro—oh. It’s my Scroll. All this time, I forgot about my Scroll. I was right, though. I had gotten off Yang’s bike a moment ago, just when I had disappeared! Only, I ha—

“Blake?”

...Shit! I just had to monologue in place. Onto the mission I go now. I don’t want to risk Weiss and Maria’s lives any further.

And so, I continue running to the relay tower.

(Insert new opening intro with Blake and the Chronology cast here, with half of the video being her being in Remnant with Team RWBY. Nonexistent short version plays.)​

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Ike- The Radiant Hero

​

Given the choice, Ike decided to return home, and continue his journey. This whole experience has opened his eyes to the potential strength one could achieve, and his own need for more training. He does accept the offer to be a reserve member of S.H.I.E.L.D., and will answer the call to battle, if they ever need him.

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Epilogue Addendum
"All According to Plan"

The Twilight Realm.

A realm which existed outside of the confines of the "traditional" multiverse. It's often referenced in all sorts of stories. Some, would refer to it as the Underworld. Others would refer to it as even Hell itself, upon any first glance. But in reality, it was much more.. refined than that. It's not a place where bad people go to be "punished", or even a place where all sorts of evil, demonic spirits converge and live together in harmony. Rather, it exists as a parallel to the "light world". To put it in terms most anyone could understand, think of a coin. On the one side, you have heads, and the other you have tails. Both sides are equally as important as the other. If a coin had all heads and no tails, it wouldn't be a coin, would it? And vice versa. The same analogy applies to the light world and the Twilight realm. Simply put, the Light Realm cannot exist without the Twilight Realm, and the Twilight Realm can not exist without the Light Realm.

And, although, by design, one's existence relies on the other's, the two were never intended to truly meet. As far back as the Multiverse was created, the beings known simply as "The Entities" specifically designed the two to never meet. In the rare instance that they did, most notably eons ago in the land known as 'Hyrule', when certain interlopers decided to harness energy from the Twilight Realm into the Light Realm. Even for those three individuals, the results were near catastrophic. So if the two were to say, merge, their existence would directly harm the other's. Twilight kills light, after all. If too much Twilight were to be exposed in the Light Realm, then the multiverse itself would collapse as all beings were encompassed in its shrouding aura. And, without any Light to counteract it, then the Twilight Realm would simply implode in on itself from its sheer force alone.

This is a sentiment that beings like Zant don't seem to understand.

Yes, after Zant's defeat at the hands of the survivors, he retreated back to this Twilight Realm. Merging the two realms was merely an afterthought of his, really. All Zant wanted was true dominion over the Twilight Realm. After he felt he had been wrongfully denied his place as king. He had heard tales of the Light Realm, and Zant, without the understanding of how these realms are meant to coexist, envied them. He envied their light, their apparent joy, and their apparent happiness. Something which, in Zant's mind, the Twilight Realm lacked. Which is why he wanted to be king so badly, so he could bring about his vision of a perfect realm. Not for his people, mind you. But only for himself. This, of course, led to Zant being cast out from the Royal Family, and by extension, his right to the throne. Instead, it was given to the much more capable Midna. Who, while she never really considered the needs of those in the Light Realm, she put the needs of her people above her own first and foremost, something which couldn't have been said for Zant.

Angered by this, Zant turned to other parties to achieve his endeavors. He tried rallying troops, but no one listened. And he himself lacked any sort of real power that could be used to oppose those he deemed had wronged him. Which is why, with no one else to turn to, he looked to the skies for a god. And his prayers, miraculously, were answered.

Though looks can be deceiving, can't they?

Yes, Zant's so-called "god" was none other than someone posing as a "god". That god, of course, being Ganondorf. The Gerudo Thief who had been captured by the Great Sages after his plans to take over Hyrule had been exposed by a certain Hero of Time. The Great Sages of Hyrule, being the most knowledgeable of this Twilight Realm thanks to the aforementioned interlopers, had constructed a gateway of sorts to this realm. It's unknown how they managed to do it, perhaps they called upon The Entities themselves to lend them a hand. Though, even those chosen by the Goddesses of Hyrule themselves cannot withstand the power of the Twilight Realm. Which made it a perfect place to banish a being such as Ganondorf to.

Ganondorf stayed there, for years. Aimlessly floating adrift throughout the Twilight Realm as a mere spirit, his mortal body having long been destroyed by the sheer power of Twilight. He needed the right amount of malice to reawaken him, though nothing substantial had come in the centuries he had been trapped here. He had practically given up on reincarnating, until a certain desperate wannabe king came along. Deciding to play off this fool's, to put it lightly, unhinged emotions, Ganondorf came to him when he asked for a god. Appearing as such to him, Ganondorf promised to house his own power within Zant. In exchange, all Zant had to do was use this newfound power to merge the two realms and help him reincarnate by causing enough pain and destruction throughout Hyrule. Zant, overjoyed at this development, happily accepted. And thus he began his transformation into the Usurper King.

First, he used this power to turn that meddling wench Midna into a mere imp and cast her out into the light world. Simple enough. Housing the power of a being chosen by the goddesses themselves to wield one piece of the Triforce came with its many upsides, after all. His next move was to merge the two worlds, a task which, while not as easy, was still possible. Originally, Zant only intended to encompass Hyrule, believing that to be the only other world in existence. He was so caught up in his own inventions that he'd never bothered to pay attention when learning that many worlds existed even beyone Hyrule, after all. Though, as he prepared to launch his attack... something odd happened.

A hole, though very small in size, had opened up in the Twilight Realm. This was something that had never happened before. At least, not to Zant's knowledge. It was a mere accident, too. A cosmic fluke, if you will. Some group of costumed men and women calling themselves "The Avengers" had been experimenting on an artifact known as "The Tesseract", when something went horribly wrong and they were pulled into another universe. Things like this weren't supposed to happen. Each universe is made to exist beside each other, though to converge... such a thing has never been heard of. And yet, it happened. And Zant, using his newfound power, decided to use this to his advantage. The Mirror of Twilight itself could only extend as far as Hyrule. Though the Tesseract? It could reach out to other universes. And if Zant could get his hands on the Tesseract, perhaps even bend it to his own will, then he could use it to shroud the entire Multiverse in his Twilight. And, by extension, cause enough despair and malice across the multiverse to not only reawaken his god, but do it in such a way that he came back stronger than ever before! Such a feat would surely impress his god!

And thus, Zant's plan was set into motion. Using the rift that had opened up, Zant appeared to Cobblepot as a "god" of sorts, much like Ganondorf did before him. He knew of Cobblepot's troubles, having watched him from afar from the rift in his realm. And, we all know how things turned out from there, don't we?

And here we are in the present day. Zant, having been handily defeated by the Survivors, went back to the Twilight Realm, barely alive from that last onslaught of attacks. The Usurper King quickly ran back to his throne. And who else was waiting for him than Ganondorf, and his giant, floating ghost head.

"You failed..." The voice of Zant's god said in a calm and subdued, yet equally menacing and threatening voice.

"Yes, my grace! But I can make it up to you!" Zant replied, his voice hoarse and raspy from his recent defeat. "This incident has caused ripples throughout the multiverse... I-I can feel it! This... 'Tesseract Incident' is just the first of many! We can use this to our advantage, oh gracious one! Their anguish is no doubt serving your benefit!"

"Hm...." Ganondorf pondered for a moment, his lips pursed as the lone head paused in pensive thought. "Very well. I can already feel myself growing stronger from even this most recent endeavor." Ganondorf said, before pushing his head forward. "Now go, my faithful servant. Cause me more despair throughout the multiverse, and I promise you that the fruits of your efforts will be rewarded greatly."

"Of course, my grace!" Zant said as he bowed before his god, before running out of his throne room like a madman to do just that.

And thus, the first chapter of this story truly began. And the fate of the multiverse was in the hands of either Ganondorf, or those who dared oppose him.​

 

[Zamasu]

Soma Cruz

The battle is over and everyone is ready to either go home or stay and be a part of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rank. For Soma, he choses to go home, to be with his family, his friends, and Mina. But a part of hin felt sad throughout the journey. Maybe it is because of the many deaths that have come and by or when he let his anger turn him into Dracula. Regardless, he has made it far and is glad.

After much time, the portal opens and some of them have already jumped in. Soma would turn to the only comrade alive, Negan, and say "Negan, its been a fun ride. If ever fate has decided to meet us up again, we can surely go through many trials and hardships. Until next time..." And with that, Soma takes a deep breath and jumps into the portal.

.....

"Soma! Soma! Wake up!"

Soma woke up in his bedroom to the sight of his childhood friend, Mina Hakuba. "Get up Soma! We're going to be late for class!" She tells him as he gets up. "A dream? Was everything back then not real?" Soma thought before he smiles "No, it isn't. It was a damn hell of a ride."

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  Mike turned toward the others, the battle done. After the Avengers arrived to praise them, Mike turned and walked over "It would be great to return to my team. But others need me more, the others can live without me for a bit."
  
  He looked over at Nick Fury "I'll stay with the S.H.I.E.L.D reserve with the rest of you guys.
  
  Mike turned to Nick Fury "I'll be around."
  
  The other marine took a look at Jerome for a second "It was quite the damn fight out there, jerome. It was a pleasure fighting alongside you."
  
  
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[FoolsErin]

-Status-

Health: 135/150

Hunger: 137/150

Sanity: 120/120

-Inventory/Powers-

-Fire-related strengths
-Bernie the Teddy Bear
-Lighter

-Music-

None, currently.

Willow barely hesitated for a second before she stated, “I’ll be a reserve agent. Nearly dying really reminded me that there are people I’d like to see again, but I also don’t really want to leave the new friends I’ve made either.” She walked up to twins Rin and Len, smiling at the pair. “It’s been nice meeting you two. These last few hours would’ve been harder had you two not been with me.” Willow lamented, giving each a hug before heading over to the paper dog man. Before she approached the beanie-topped rapper, she turned to Rin and mentioned, “If I ever get the chance to, I’ll give ice cream a second chance. I like hot things much better than cold, but I’ll try it for you.” She then walked up to the dog man made out of paper and relented, “I’m sorry you had to experience some of the stuff you saw today. You seem to have put yourself back together a little, but I’d still like you to listen when I say hang in there. Also, I never actually caught your name.” Willow then walked up to the duo of robots from before and gave the yellow one a pat on the shoulder. “Goodbye, I guess. Thanks for giving me my lighter. I don’t really remember your names since I only caught them once.” Willow murmured, heading over to the portal at last. Before she stepped through, she turned to the rest of the group and confirmed, “I suppose this is goodbye for now. I didn’t learn the names of a lot of you, but I appreciated your company.” Giving one final wave to everyone, Willow walked through the portal.

~​

The little pyromaniac found herself in the little base she and the other survivors had built. It was empty of people besides her, but she noticed some new things since she was spirited away, so she knew that it hadn’t been abandoned. Letting out a long, tired sigh, she walked over to their fire pit and gently lit it with her lighter. Sitting down besides the flames, she took a long moment that was quiet, save for the soft crackling of wood. She definitely deserves it after all that. That had only been a few hours, but to her it’d felt like weeks. Or maybe it actually had been in The Constant, time flowed differently here. Holding Bernie to her chest and feeling the heat of the fire on her face, Willow heard someone else enter the base. Turning around, she saw none other than Wilson. He just seemed surprised to see her as she was relieved to see him. “Willow, wh-“ was all he managed to choke out before she jumped up and attacked him with a massive hug. “You’ll never believe the last few hours I’ve had.” She whispered, extremely happy to be with her friends again.

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[FactionGuerrilla]

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  It was finally over. The battle was over. But not the way Arthur Morgan had hoped. As Zant began to flee, Arthur dropped Cobblepot’s projectile-weapon before unholstering his first Schofield Revolver, but was too late to get him. The gunslinger’s mouth twitched angrily as he put the six-shooter back in its place.
  
  “We’ll see who’ll be reprimandin’ who, the next time we meet...” He growled through his Western accent before spitting on the ground, getting rid of the last “tastes” of Twilight from his mouth. As the blue-eyed boy asked how everyone was doing, Arthur slowly picked up and hefted the Penguin’s strange contraption- seemingly focusing on its internal parts- and took a moment before speaking.
  
  “Considerin’ we was all good as dead just a second ago, I think ‘alright’ is a bit of an understatement.” He commented just before the sounds outside drew his attention. He put the rocket launcher back down before unslinging his Pump-Action Shotgun, loading five regular buckshot shells in before putting its sights on the vault door...
  
  ...And nearly shot the Metal Man or whatever he called himself as he flew through the door. As Stark reprimanded the people for nearly messing up, the gunslinger could only snort sarcastically.
  
  “Well, sorry that we, the folk that was doin’ y’er dirty work, didn’t exactly have a pitch-perfect plan.” Arthur shot back equally-snarkily as the shotgun went back to its resting position on his back again. As the other three Avengers began complimenting the team, Morgan waved his hand at the dead Cobblepot... but couldn’t see the other folks. Save for the dead Katrina kid.
  
  “This damn fight was a pyrrhic victory. Lost nine folk in this fight alone, including the poor lady.” He sighed as he slowly leaned back against the wall, pulling out a Kentucky Bourbon from his Satchel and popping the cap open. The shooter only enjoyed his alcoholic drink while a stoic Fury came in, taking the Tesseract and telling the group to follow him. As everyone else slowly filed out, following the Avengers, Arthur stayed back till he was the only man left in the group still loitering around.
  
  Everything still felt so damn surreal. The past few hours was still like a dream, but it wasn’t at the same time. So much death. Arthur’d killed boatloads more people, but hadn’t seen so many allies killed at once. And some of them had really brutal deaths. He slowly walked over to Katrina’s ashes- composed of her and her Pokémon companions- before sighing and kneeling down and staring at what was left of the girl.
  
  “Sorry I couldn’t do nothing, kiddo. Guess you won’t be seeing your home any time soon...” The cowboy dejectedly lamented, staying knelt down for a few seconds before finally getting up. She’d been the first kid killed in the fight. Hat Kid, too, and Yuma, but none of them were around. Their bodies had disappeared. He finished off the last of his Kentucky Bourbon, dulling the sense of emptiness and longing for purpose that remained after the fight, before dropping the bottle onto the ground like any other alcoholic drink and replacing it with Cobblepot’s weapon. He then headed off to rejoin the Point Zero team.
  
  
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  For an emptyish hangar, the S.H.I.E.L.D. base certainly seemed a lot like a new home now. Not that Arthur had a “home” in this world in the first place- but at least nothing bad happened here. No reluctant children being immolated, nobody being eaten alive by Shadow Beasts, no traitorous snakes waiting to manipulate their leaders.
  
  Instead, Stark got a device that would apparently let everyone go home started up. Arthur didn’t flinch despite the bright light the Tesseract blasted. Now everyone had an opportunity to go back to their normal lives. Live out what they had been before this incident.
  
  But it didn’t satisfy Arthur’s emptiness. The hollow feeling he had after all was said and done. Those folks who died out in the field, from an exploding bomb implant to being squashed by a pillar, they didn’t have closure yet. It felt like he was the only one who remembered those people. Worse yet, he didn’t know if he wanted to return to his own world. Every one of his closest friends would have probably scattered after the last hours that Arthur had in his old world. Run into hiding. Morgan was probably still a man wanted dead or alive.
  
  And there was still Zant lurking about. Arthur usually thought of vengeance as a fool’s game- Dutch had taught him that long ago- but things were still different about this. He couldn’t quite describe it, but part of the bloodthirst had to do with the folks who fell. Maybe to give them closure by avenging their deaths. Maybe to give Arthur himself closure, for failing to protect said folks. But one thing was for certain- he couldn’t simply forget about everything here.
  
  So that ruled out going back to his homeworld and pretending nothing happened. And he didn’t feel like spending most of his time back in 1899 anyways- not after what he’d seen. Besides, what would happen to Arthur if he did go back? Maybe he’d be fine, maybe he’d go back to his condition before being thrown into 2017. He’d have to learn that later. He sure as shit didn’t exactly have a life back there anyways, unlike everyone else in the room.
  
  He’d stay behind.
  
  “I ain’t going nowhere, Mister Fury. There’s too much unfinished business here that has to be stopped one way or another. That, and... Well, let’s just say I don’t think anything pretty would happen if I went back.” He commented as he leaned back on a crate just like Jerome, watching the latter take his helmet off. Guy seemed gaunt as hell. A real soldier, not like the sissies of the Army who “protected” the oil-makers’ land. The little demon talked to his friends, and the sick badger also opted to permanently join this S.H.I.E.L.D. organization. Other folk began to say their goodbyes, too- the Yo-Yo kid and Leo, Ritsu and Alphonse, et cetera. The brown-haired man popped out a Gin bottle, slowly drinking as he observed the others.
  
  The first to go was Blake, the cat girl choosing to reserve before disappearing into the portal. Swordsman Ike, too, reserved and vanished within moments. Vampire-Boy Soma just flat-out went home without a membership, and Psycho began talking to Jerome after stating his reserve option. The Lighter-Lady, too, went as a reserve. Seems a reserve was the most popular option by far.
  
  Couldn’t say that Arthur blamed them. All those folk had normal lives to live. Not like him. Hopefully they lived out the last of their days peacefully and without incident, but Morgan’s gut feeling told him that they’d all cross paths once again sometime.
  
  Speaking of normal, he realized he forgot about the Singing Twins. After everyone had finished talking to the two and Arthur had downed the last of his Gin, he put the bottle on the crate before heading over to Rin and Len. He gave the two a bittersweet grin, kneeling down to both their levels again like before.
  
  “Well, I guess this really is goodbye, then. Unless you want to stick around with us and keep us entertained at this S.H.I.E.L.D. place, I think you two and I probably won’t see each other again at least for a while.” He commented as he looked up, seemingly taking a breath or two before looking at Rin again. This time, he adjusted his crooked Gambler’s hat on Rin’s head once more.
  
  “You can keep it, like I said. It was my daddy’s before mine, but I don’t need it. Whenever you look at it, I want you to remember...” He seemed to falter slightly, trying to find the right words to say.
  
  “...Remember to keep loyal to what truly matters.” He turned his attention to Len now, patting the boy’s shoulder softly.
  
  “I appreciate what you tried to do back against that mercenary by the way. That was real brave of you, son- just make sure we all know what y’er doing next time, so we can make sure you don’t get a knife hurled at you, boah.” He finished, standing up and gazing off into the distance like he was reminiscing about something important. Something about his past. His wiser eyes gazed back down upon the kids.
  
  “You two live a good life now, you hear?”
  
  
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  • Canon: Red Dead Redemption II
  • "Powers":
    • Deadeye
    • Eagle Eye
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    • Weapons Proficiency
    • CQC Proficiency
    • Outdoorsman Skills
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  Status: Tired
  Weapons: Schofield Revolver x2, Pump-Action Shotgun, Bow and Arrows, Machete, Throwables, Cobblepot’s Twilight-Kryptonite Launcher
  Equipment: Bandolier, Journal, Electric Lantern, Portable Camera, Lasso Hook, Arthur's Gambler Hat
  Satchel Inventory: Fire Arrows, Ice Arrows, Bomb Arrows, Shock Arrows, Ancient Arrows, Penguin Figurines, Drinks (Fine Brandy, Kentucky Bourbon, Gin, Moonshine), Zant Photo, Vial of Twilight
  Indirect Mentions: None
  Direct Mentions: Everyone, including but not limited to: Tandem ( Chungchangching )
  Zant ( thatguyinthestore ), Midna, Leo, OC Ike ( Birb ), Alphonse ( SheepKing ), Sub-Zero ( Hahli Nuva ), Blake ( marc122 ), Singing Twins ( Necessity4Fun ), Eric ( CocoaMarshmallow ), Jerome ( Sleek ), Noel ( 2Bornot2B ), Soma ( Zamasu ), Psycho ( darkred ), Skeleton Bros ( T The Man With No Name ), Takemi ( Veradana ), Ritsu ( Ineptitude ) (lol im too lazy to change these mentions)
  
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  Spoiler: Prologue

  

  
  
  A Tell-a-Vision, according to the folks who I overheard talking about it. Seems like this invention helps communicate images or something- Cobblepot used it to talk to us from afar.
  
  
  Spoiler: CHAPTER 1

  

  
  (Credit to TBeltrame on DeviantArt!)
  
  What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into? Flying metal men, people harnessing electricity, and talking human-like animals plague this NEW world I have apparently stumbled upon. If this truly is what we have to look forward to in 2017, then it is a world that I most certainly cannot imagine how 1899 will lead up to these kinds of inventions and people that I have met. Even little Jack Marston's crazy outlandish books have nothing on what I have experienced this whole day- which isn't even OVER yet.
  
  I have the feeling that this world don't want no sort of outlaws like me- but then again, it's brought in women with cat ears, ninjas who can harness ICE itself, and a weapon that can use a red light to burn a giant Crocodile-Man's arm off. Writing this alone makes me question my sanity. This can't just be some ridiculous dream, can it? I initially thought it had to be some sort of afterlife, but a man with an eyepatch named Nick Fury said a blue glowing cube named the Tess-a-ract or however you spell it had a hand in everyone. I don't think everyone came back from the dead like me, though- a lotta folks, including this poor girl and her cottonish animal, seemed real upset and jarred from this new experience just like me. This creepy-looking man, Cobblepot- who reminds me somewhat like a certain Angelo Bronte- was apparently behind all of our "multiverse" problems or something like that.
  
  Cobblepot. If I get my hands on him... Well, let's just say I'm not gonna just feed him to the gators. No. He deserves worse. He put these futuristic bombs in our heads- even the CHILDREN- and threatened to kill us if we didn't fight for him. What the hell was he expecting the children to do? Use their fluffy pet to smother someone to death? Sing them till their ears burst?
  
  That, and the CROCODILE-MONSTROSITY I met earlier. Bastard killed off four of us in the sewers and got away with it. Had to make do for a temporary "burial" without the proper resources. I'll make sure to tell that Nick Fury about where their bodies are. Next time, that Croc won't be getting away with just a missing arm. I'll arm myself properly next time.
  
  Speaking of being armed, I have the feeling that I am somewhat outclassed for once by the people who surrounded me. The man who used that laser weapon seems to have a set of armor that isn't just for show, and some of the folk I've seen can really move fast. Actually, maybe I myself should move- writing this entry in the heart of the enemy beat base probably ain't very smart of me.
  
  
  Spoiler: CHAPTER 2-4

  

  
  (Credit to DeviantArt's JonnyThatJonny!)
  
  So where do I start? It's probably been just a few hours since I wrote a new entry, but it already feels like an eternity has passed. First found this crazy little lady named Midna- who'd been being "experimented" on. Read: ZAPPED EVERY FEW MOMENTS. The Ice-Ninja who accompanied the group to that Experimental Lab broke the glass. Freed the woman, but brought down a horde of these "Shadow Beast" monstrosities. I suspect that's the moment we were spotted in this damn facility- set off a lotta alarms.
  
  After that we got swarmed by a horde of those freaks. Got a blocky man and a giant armored man killed, and led us to flee into a hidden passage. After that, I headed left with a few other folks into a room filled with some monitoring electrical devices. Spotted this freaky magic wielder who threatened Cobblepot- probably even more important than that doddering Cobblepot himself. That, and we spotted the Tesseract- NOT TESSERECT- in a vault. Don't know where it is, nor can we pinpoint it. Looked too damn empty, too- probably has guards waiting right outside that vault.
  
  

  

  
  (Credit to DA's RedGameRedemption!)
  
  Then we met that bastard of a mercenary, Deathstroke. Blasted out a couple folks' brains right off the bat, nearly killed one of them singer kids-slash-mechanicals. Len, I think he called himself? Either way, he apparently thought I did most of the work in the fight- froze us all with this weird contraption of his. Brained one of the superpowered ladies, was about to pull the trigger on ME when I got lucky thanks to that Imp Midna. Turns out the mercenary had no damn clue what was going on in the grand scheme of things. Cobblepot wasn't as dumb as he looked after all.
  
  Had a chance to end him when he was down. I chose not to. It'd be better to hand him into the authorities at the end of this trip, make sure he pays for his crimes. Bastard may not have had a moral code where he avoided hurting the poor or children- like my our the old Van der Linde gang used to- but I can't just run around randomly killing people. At least, I hope that ain't who I am here, nor who I was back in my old world.
  
  Lastly, we headed over to some kind of Drug Manufacturing area. Filled with metal arms filling up these syringes outta the Shadow Beast stuff- took one for safekeeping and to show to that Fury man later. The other singing kid approached me- Rin- with my lasso and hat. Let her keep the hat. Figured it'd give her something to take care of, maybe give her confidence in these trying times. That hat's been along for many of my rides; maybe it's time to have her keep it in her own experiences. I'm gonna miss it a little, but I'd be happy as long as the kid kept it. Her and Marston both. Though I can't help but wonder... Did I truly give my stuff to John that night? Or was that all a damn hoax, since everything was still on me?
  
  ...Regardless, we met some bastard who was cackling about the "Twilight" stuff in the syringes. He was all bluster and no action; this sword-slash-magic blue-haired kid named Lyle showed us that real quick with a couple bullets to the brain. Guess we won't be getting any knowledge offa that "Doctor Hugo Strange" after all.
  
  And now here I am, writing this journal entry. We're all out in this ridiculous hallway, waitin' for someone to HUNT us down like wild prey. This can't be the end, can it? We oughta fight on. I gotta fight on. Not for my old world, no- I ain't got no more life back in my America. I need to help the people here get back to their homeworlds, turn back into normal citizens. The kids in particular- they didn't ask to be signed up here. No, I'll make sure they get their safe passages out. Ain't no redemption waiting for an outlaw like me anytime soon, but everyone else can make something outta this- LIVES TO GIVE.
  
  

 

[DapperDogman]

Resting on his boombox, the paper thin dog seemed to look straight through Nick Fury as he appeared, listening disinterestedly to what was said. After a moment, he stood, walking past the crowd and towards the portal home. He paused for a moment, before continuing, stopping once more at the threshold of the portal to leave.
"Some nightmare this was." he says, chuckling quietly to himself "Glad it's over"
Shaking his head slightly, he steps through the portal
The dog's hat returned to orange and the world returned to what he was familiar with. He cracked a smile as he spotted his friends, rushing over to meet them, and tell them all about the weird daydream he'd had.

PJ, Sunny Funny, Katy, and Lammy, all seemed entranced with his story. Soaking up every detail (Barring the parts where people died, of course)
He sat with them in the diner, eating some ice cream, thinking back fondly on the twins he'd met, the fire-obsessed girl, Leo, the cowboy, and others. He smiled as he spent a few hours with his friends, before heading home.

Laying on his bed, the smile finally left him, as did the warmth of companionship.
As night settled, the dog found his mind swimming, but empty at the same time. Memories of those who died right in front of himself, how helpless he was to stop those villains, and how he'd given up during the fight against Deathstroke. Closing his eyes he sighs softly, the darkness wrapping around his mind like a dark blanket, taking away his thoughts, and letting the troubled dog rest.

Finally, the nightmare had ended.
Time to dream of simpler times.​

 

[thatguyinthestore]

Epilogue Addendum
"A Bit Old-Fashioned"

Co-Written by FactionGuerrilla

The S.H.I.E.L.D. offices were certainly more lively nowadays.

Ever since what has been dubbed the “Tesseract Incident” by higher ups, S.H.I.E.L.D had already seen a triple in size, although they had already purchased new buildings to accommodate their sudden shift in size. Beings from across the multiverse were working for S.H.I.E.L.D. now, as it seemed. Not all of which were just victims of Cobblepot’s, or more accurately Zant’s, schemes. It certainly hadn’t been easy doing a multiversal recruitment program, though with the Tesseract at their disposal once more, as well as several other outworldly energy sources that Fury himself didn’t quite understand, it was possible. And, in Fury’s eyes, it was necessary to prepare for the battle to come.

Today in one particular office, stood one Arthur Morgan. After Arthur had decided to join up with S.H.I.E.L.D., his unique ability to fire virtually any weapon at pinpoint accuracy, albeit only in short bursts, had certainly caught Fury’s eye. Especially after the battle with Deathstroke, whose body was never recovered by S.H.I.E.L.D. due to unforeseen consequences that came from Zant’s meddling. Today was just like any other day, really. Arthur stood in the break room, pouring himself some coffee from the coffee pot. What wasn’t ordinary, however, was Nick Fury suddenly strolling into the room.

“Hey there, Cowpoke.” Fury said with a small grin as he strolled on over to Morgan. His hands were cupped behind his back as always, and the man glanced downwards towards his coffee pot, before back up to Arthur. “How are you adjusting? To all this? Coffee taste any different than back home?” The man mused.

The gunslinger in particular seemed a lot more dapper than he normally did, dressed in a tuxedo like he had been at Angelo Bronte’s party complete with a white bow tie. His father’s old hat was nowhere to be seen, having been gifted to Rin. His brown hair seemed pomaded, slicked back a bit in a left parted style, and despite retaining his stubble looked much cleaner overall. Without his bandolier, gun belt, and holsters one wouldn’t think he was once a gunslinging outlaw. At least, the latter part; he was still a gunslinger, but at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters he kept his old attire and his weapons (both old and new) in the armory sans one of his Schofield Revolvers hidden in one of his drawers. The only thing he kept on him at all times was his satchel and his journal; especially the latter. Nobody was going to read his journal whilst he was still breathing, whether he was in 1899 or 2017.

“I think ‘adjusting’ is a bit of an understatement. Still getting used to them cars, computers, and whatever fancy machines you people made in 2017, but I think I got most of it down.” He poured his cup of coffee into his old steel mug, one of a few extra items he had found during a few travels, before taking a long quiet sip and looking back up. “...And the coffee is fine. It’s still coffee, pretty much one of the few things that haven’t changed from 1899.”

“Well, at least you seem to be settling in alright.” Fury replied as he began to pour his own cup once Arthur had set the pot back down. His eye looked up at Arthur’s desk, before it flickered back to meet eyes with the gunslinger. “Though… I suppose a quiet desk job isn’t exactly what you might have thought joining a massive organization like this entailed.” He said, shaking his head a bit. “At least, it sure isn’t robbing banks or getting into gunfights with rival gangs.”

“You say that like I don’t have a way to scratch a… gunslinging itch.” He responded after another sip of his coffee, turning his head in the direction of the shooting range. He hadn’t quite considered himself a gunslinger so much as an outlaw, but he had accepted his new term- partially since people were insistent on calling him a gunslinger, and partially due to the more positive connotation of being a gunslinger rather than an outlaw. Besides, he apparently held the shooting record at the test range- shocking enough considering his older background.

“I still don’t love these cities, but I’ve tolerated it with what’s left of the wilderness out there. ‘Least, in this world and in others,” Morgan commented as he finished off his cup and put it back into his satchel. Every once in a while, he’d be stationed in places where he could enjoy being away from civilization- more specifically, worlds where “cities” meant at best industrial towns like Saint Denis and not snaking behemoths like the 21st-century New York City. He still came back around to write up some stupid paperwork and try to one-up himself in the gun range, sometimes with his old weaponry and at others with the new weapons he had been attracted too- in particular a modernized (or futurized, Arthur couldn’t tell which) and a silenced M40A5 rifle, or maybe even his retrofitted LeMat Revolvers. Otherwise, he was more or less out and about in the fields on various missions. Sometimes he went back to the familiar “Wild West”- albeit not his own homeworld- or even earlier. Hell, he’d even been to really old civilizations like Ancient Greece and Rome. Anything but the parasites that modern technology had brought to it was okay with him. The only time he did go to such worlds was on his first “assignment”- which he had dedicated to himself, taking all the victims of the Tesseract Incident and giving them proper burials in their respective worlds, regardless of whether their bodies were gone or not. Especially the kids. He admit he’d shed a tear or two when taking them to their homes; sometimes had dreams and thoughts about them, too. But he digressed. His first multiversal journey was another story for another time.

“Well, Mister Morgan, I think you’ll be happy to know that your next mission entails much more gunslinging, plus some much needed time away from the city.” Fury said as he once more sipped on his coffee with one hand, and reaching into his black coat pocket with the other. Inside the pocket he pulled out what appeared to be a yellow file, before tossing it across the table. It slid over to Arthur and nudged itself against the cowboy’s knuckle.

The instant the file touched Arthur’s hand he caught it and stopped it from sliding along his desk further. His calmer expression turned inquisitive, furrowing his brow and frowning as he began glazing quickly through the file. The words were something he could digest later- but one picture stood out in particular to him. The 1899 legend tilted the file forwards, putting his finger right on one of the pictures that Fury had put in.

“Now, who is this feller here?”

“That,” The S.H.I.E.L.D. Director said, pausing as he set his coffee down on the table. “Would be Ganondorf.” He replied. Arthur simply pursed his lips and nodded as he listened to Fury give a brief, yet detailed enough explanation on who he was referring to. “He’s like you, Mister Morgan. As in, he’s not exactly from around here.” Fury said, hands cupped behind his back as he began to calmly pace around the room, his facial features just as pensive as always. “You remember Zant?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course I remember Zant. I’m still tryin’ to hunt that bastard down. After what he did to them good folks, I’m not just gonna let him slip out of my memory.” The S.H.I.E.L.D. member’s jaw tightened as he visibly grasped the file a bit tighter. The name just made his blood boil- normally he was only a fan of violence if it was cold and emotionless- and that vengeance was generally a fool’s game- but Zant was personal. Real personal. So was Micah, but Micah was completely out of the picture in this multiverse stuff.

His head briefly tilted upwards to glance at Arthur, before it moved back down towards no one in particular. “Well, this would be his employer. Or, as Zant put it,” Nick Fury’s head would then turn to face Arthur one more time, his one eye meeting Arthur’s pair. “His god.”

“If this ‘Ganondorf’ guy was Zant’s little boss, I think we oughta keep tabs on him at all times. Little puppy’s gotta be close to his master eventually. And if we find Ganondorf, maybe we’ll find Zant.” Arthur commented as he put the opened file back down onto his desk, rubbing his chin to relax his tensed up features. This helped a bit, but not quite as much- Zant certainly left a bad taste in his mouth, one that thirsted for blood and revenge.

“Hold on there, Cowpoke,” Fury said as he held up a single gloved hand. Stepping forward slowly, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director glanced down at the file Arthur held. “We don’t know that much about this man yet. The very scarce information we received was from an anonymous tip.” He proceeded to lift his coffee again, bringing it to his lips as he took another short sip. Setting it back down, he continued. “Mister Stark is doing all he can do to track him, but even with the Tesseract, it’s uncertain where he might be or which universe he even resides in.” He paused, slowly nodding his head. “I know that you want revenge on Zant, a lotta people here do. But we’re gonna need to keep our cards close to our chest until we know what Ganondorf is planning.”

Arthur couldn’t help but sigh slightly out of frustration. For a cold, emotionless cowboy he could certainly get worked up a lot if one pushed his buttons the wrong way. He nodded as he leaned back against his office wall, planting one foot on the bricks as he took a moment to recompose himself, turn back into a stoic gunslinger.

“They’ll show up again. A maniac with superpowers that plans on threatening all them multiverses ain’t exactly a colorless figure. Besides, I’m sure everyone ‘ere at S.H.I.E.L.D. will be ready. You and me aren’t even the most powerful folk in this here organization.” The American pointed out, rubbing a hand through his pomaded hair more out of habit than anything else.

“You aren’t wrong there. After all, Mister Morgan,” His singular eye would briefly flicker down towards the file once more, looking at the shadowy, blurred image of the man named Ganondorf. “S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't mess around.” He paused, briefly, his pensive expression returning as his head tilted upwards. He looked through the nearby window and out into the office building, where stared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the wall. “Though, I’d say that with these… epic multiversal forces of light and dark that have come into play, the name ‘S.H.I.E.L.D.’ might need an upgrade.”

“What do ya mean?”

Fury didn’t reply, but instead remained silent as he stared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo.

And in that moment, S.H.I.E.L.D. had evolved into something greater.

In that moment, the Multiverse Protection Foundation was born.

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