2010: Tampa,Florida
Clark was in a state of panic, he had no idea what was going on. He had just went down to a store in Metropolis to get some Coffee, and the next thing he knew he was sitting in some place called Star-bucks in the middle of Tampa, Florida, and found out that all his friend's numbers were out, as if someone had targeted them all, and moved them. He didn't know what was going on, had Zod, and the Kandorians did it! I have to find everyone He ran off to the Kansas at super speed, arriving in the city, he was shocked to the learn the Luthor-mansion, and a as a result Lex did not exist, infact Luthorcorp had been wiped out of existence, and so had the Kent Farm. He still had his abilities, but nothing was making since. "I'll have to get some information somehow, I'll need a computer" With that he returned to Tampa Florida going into a local walmart to begin his search at normal speed, however as he walked through the isles, he fell to the ground in immense pain, managing to look up he saw a giant crystal of Green Kryptonite in a box, with the label "Superman Returns". Clark groaned in a pain as a result of the kryptonite, struggling to say help.

Tampa, Florida

"TAMPA CREW!" A young man yelled out. The announcement echoed through the huge store, causing people to either stop what they had been doing and stare in the direction of the group of guys wearing red and black, or just shake their heads at rambunctious teens. These guys had been wildly excited about the winning their race in first, one of these guys being me. One of my good friends and teammate, Taylor had shouted out the team. Gold medal hung from our necks as we prepared to stock up for a celebration. The plan was to have the freshmen (the whole Novice Men's team plus one Varsity rower, which was me by the way) buy the everything but the alcohol. Michael currently wearing his red, black , and gold Tampa Crew tank top, black basketball shorts , and a pair of solid black Asics.

"Do you think we should split up?" Greg, the one who steered the novice team's boat. He made most of the decisions.

"Sounds good." Taylor.

"Yeah." I agreed. "I got dibs on cups and ping pong balls!" I said before jogging into the isles. I was able to hear mumbled comments, but only laughed in response. I wasn't too familiar with this Walmart, so I would have to do trial and error with a few isles. Perhaps I could invite someone to the party. So far I had no luck with either the cups or ping pong balls, and was ready to go into a new isle, that's when I discovered a man on the ground. I was a little taken back at first, but I saw that the guy needed help. Maybe someone had forgotten to put up one of those caution signs that told you when the floor was wet. I approached the man slowly, being careful that I didn't slip too. "Hey, are you okay? What happened?" I asked, I didn't want to move him if something was broken. I was a college student who wasn't looking to get sued because he tried to be helpful.

Tampa, Florida (The one in first person is Michael.)
Kryptonite? That was the green rock from Superman. Was this guy serious? I now looked at the man as if he was a nutcase. I had party supplies to get, and there was no way I was going to help up some crazy guy that thought that a plastic replica of a green space rock was actually hurting him. I was ready to turn tail, until I recognized the man. I began to get excited from actually knowing this man was. 'Yo! Aren't the guy that's in Smallville!" Things were starting to make a little sense. I guess this was sort of act, so I guess it would hurt to play along. "I'm gonna save the day!" I announced before helping Clark up and guiding him out of the isle.

Clark wondered if the man would ever help him, his hopes diminished, until the man said he was from Smallville, none of this was making since, but it seemed the man knew something about him, and he didn't want anyone knowing anything about him. He would have lots of questions to ask this man, he felt relief, as he was guided away from the Kryptonite. He then turned to face Michael, grabbing him, and moving at super speed, taking them behind the store, were there was not a soul around. "How did you know I'm from Smallville!!! Are you a Kandorian! ARE you working with Zod!

My eyes widened when I was suddenly behind Walmart. "What the fuck!" I yelled, unable to comprehend what was going on. "Are you fucking crazy!" Maybe I was dreaming, because there was no way this could happen. I didn't want to take any chances though. "I don't know what your problem is, but I'm sure anyone would tell you that you're that guy that plays Clark Kent on Smalliville... Especially when your rockin that outfit." Michael said, not truly serious about this odd situation.

Clark was utterly confused, what tricks was the man playing, or had he been placed in another reality? He'd dealt with it once or twice before, but this was horrible, Metropollis didn't exist, His farm gone, his family, and friends all unavailable "My name is Clark Kent! I'm Kal-el, just give me back my friends, Lois, Chloe, Oliver LEAVE them out of this." Clark's eyes glowed briefly, as he gathered heat in them. "Where are they!?.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Was it even real? I knew this guiy played Clark Kent on the show, but how the hell could he do this stuff. This had to be a dream. Shooting laser beams from yoru eyes was unreal enough for me. I could have fun with this though. Probably get Clark to to do cool stuff,but i had to save my ass first. "Hold on! I know who you are because I was sent to find you. You're in a Universe where your a fictional character, but i think I can help you out. I know the only way back." I schemed.

Clark's vision lowered, so this man was sent to help him, he was curious, but he didn't know where else to go. This was similar to the alternate universe, the Zoner had put him in, and John had come to help him. Denying John's help had nearly gotten him called, denying this man's help could have similar negative effects." Really, I'm sorry for being rough, where's the way back? Were do we need to go"

Wow, it actually worked. I have the strongest super hero on my side in a dream. This dream was pretty lucid so I probably couldn't do much. I needed to set up this party... And Clark would help me do it. Sure it was a dream, but I should make the best of it. "First you need to get me back in the store. I have a party to set up for. I'll help you out if you help me out. Agreed?" I responded

Clark was waiting to hear was Krytponian, Martian, or something, he seemed pretty normal so far, but then again the Swann Family, The Veritas members, and so many other normals had helped him out, and had information about aliens, and their highly advanced technology, he'd probably just freaked him out with his super speed.He dosen't sound very honest.."Clark thought sighed. "I'll help you, but if your lying, I'll reach into your neck, and twirl your intestines into a sweater!

"Ok... Smallville." I said, using the nickname that Lois had always called him by. This was a complete and actual joke. I wish I could laugh in his face, I almost did. "Chop chop! The sooner I set this party up, the sooner I can get you back."

Clark was surprised when he called him Smallville like Lois often did. He put his hand on Michael shoulder, and in an instant they were back in Wal-mart, he didn't want to be back in the place where they were selling crystals of Kryptonite. "I'll stay outside, I don't want to run into any more Kryptonite." He turned away, prepared to run off.

I nearly busted out laughing when they were back in Walmart. This was perhaps the best dream ever. I walked through the aisles, finding what i needed. Before I could get to the register with my cups and ping pong balls, Greg spotted me from the other end of the cashier. "Hey Michael! What's taking you so long!" Greg demanded. "My bad! I got the stuff though." After making my purchase, I made my way out of the store with the rest of the team. Ouside, there were tons of people staring at Clark, and approaching him questions. This slightly confused me, because things like that really didn't happen. i was usually the center of attention in my dream.

Clark was surprised by the onslaught of people calling him Clark Kent, or Tom Welling, and people wanting "welling's" and his autograph. He was famous as Superman, but as Clark no, when he saw Michael, he made his way over to him, and his friend." all these people, we need to get out, do you have a car or something? Where are we? What year is it!?

"Whoa! Slow down! You're a celebrity, I thought you knew that." I said.

"Wait. Michael, you know tom Welling?" Greg aske in awe. I looked at Greg with a confused look, my eyes widening as realized something. I didn't know the actors name, which meant that it should never come up in my dreams. This couldn't be real. I stood there, almost frozen as masses of people made there way toward us.

"Um... Clark I don't know what's going on, but you have to get me out of here! Now!" I didn't understand what was going on, and would never figure anything out with a crowd of people screaming out for an actor. I tossed my Walmart bag to Taylor. before looking back to Clark. "Let's go!"

Clark was confused, a celebrity, again he was a famous reporter, Superman was his famous alter-ego, but..him not so much. His question about the time-line had been ignored, but he wanted to get out of here, and the Wal-mart selling Kryptonite crystals. All of them had mentioned Tom WElling who the hell was that. He grabbed Michael, and the next thing he knew they were both inside of a library. " I don't have time for games, who the hell is Tom Welling?

I looked down and shook my head when Clark asked me his question. I ddin't really know how to answer him, that's until I spotted an open computer. "Come on, follow me." I said as I made my way to the computer. I typed Tom Welling into the Google search bar, and clicked on the Wikepedia results of my search. I raised up from my seat and gave him difficult look. "Read."

Clark followed Michael, the library was always a good place for information. He looked, confused to see at the top pictures of a man who's appearance was identical to him, and he took the mouse, and moved it to the Wikipedia, and page and clciked it. He read the top of the article slowly. Thomas John Patrick "Tom" Welling (born April 26, 1977) is an American actor, director, producer, and former model, best known for his portrayal of Clark Kent in the CW series Smallville. This.."He read the entire article at super speed. "I'll meet you here in an hour, I need to go find this Welling Character" With that he took off at super speed

2010: New York

A slim pink humanoid stood in the middle in one of the major cities in the world, a grin on his face. He laughed manically, as he looked around. His veins showed, and darkness seen in his eyes. The only illumination in his eyes coming from his dark red pupils. A feeling of dread, and horror could be felt by being near this creature, a monstrosity that could be potentially more threatening then The Joker himself. This slim mass murderer stood on-top of the Empire States Building, were he'd been for hours on end.

He'd been asleep, and as many fans of the manga Dragon Ball Z knew, he refused to be awakened from his sleep. He'd slept in the middle of a fight before. Moments later the figure moved slightly, looking down at his hands. A smile crept upon his face..as he looked at his surroundings, a new dimension. One filled with billions, no trillions of lives. However no were NEAR as many as the one's in the former dimension, of course with a simple scream, and a massive eruption of panic he'd be able to return to his home world.

However this world he sensed some powerful warriors, this was an entirely new universe, with various toys for him to "play with". This menacing entity of evil, grinned. He was resiting the urge to release an insane laugh, that would no doubt alert people of his arrival. Oh what the heck..everyone here will die sooner or later. " MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The laughter escaped his lips, as his mouth stretched open. People looked up, although this was New York some assumed he was simply a cosplayer, he raised his right hand.

Suddenly a pink light appeared, this was the color of his ki energy. With that he released a blast, and before anyone knew what happened, the beam collided into the empire building state building. Yes, the same building he was standing on. Then it exploded, the entire building was decimated by the blast. Everyone inside was killed, and various people near it were incinerated by the power of the blast. Buu laughed manically, as surges of fear took over the citizens of NYC. People ran for their lives, chaos had begun among the streets. The shock wave from the life ending attack, had caused massive cracks, and in sense formed an earth-quake.

The secondary effect had caused panic all around NYC, and the pink monstrosity responsible for the attack, stood floating in mid air hidden by the massive smoke screen. It had begun, a fictional character intent on ending various lives for no purpose other then amusement had entered, hell on earth would soon begin..literally. No..Hell would have been better, then what the citizens of earth were about to experience.

2010: Texas
Castiel appeared roaming around, this was not his dimension, although the Time-line was accurate. He had to get information from one of the locals, but who. He could interrogate, he'd just made it here, and he decided to make his way to a diner, his obsession with hamburgers apparent. Upon entering, he went to the front coutner, ordering a hamburger special, and he began eating, he didn't want to alert anyone of his precense, infact he wanted to ask quetions with as few people around as possible. "I need to understand this, then get back to Heaven."

Tampa, Florida

When Clark zoomed off, I was nearly speechless. People in the library were now staring at and whispering about me. I didn't know what was going on, but I wasn't going to get myself involved. Meet him here in an hour? I quickly exited the library.

"Psyche!" I said as I walked through downtown Tampa. It would be a while till I got back to school, but I could use the time to settle my mind. My phone began vibrating, but I ignored the call and set the phone to silent for now. There was no way I could explain what had just happened to the rest of team. Nothing else seemed screwed up, so maybe I should just pretend this didn't happen. Besides, I had a party to attend and friends to gloat my victory to. I grabbed the gold medal that hung around my neck, remembering how hard the race to the finish line was. The current had been against us, but we pushed through. Damn this walk is gonna suck, I'm tired as hell, need to take a shower, and I have to walk... Wait... The Howard Johnson.

The Howard Johnson housed students due to the overpopulated campus. The hotels had shuttles go back and forth from the school to the hotel and vice versa. The Howard Johnson was so close to the library too, one of the perks of living there. I changed direction, heading to the Howard Johnson that was only a block away.

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After arriving at the HoJo (short for Howard Johnson), catching a shuttle, and arriving back on campus, I headed toward my dorm, Mckay Hall. It was a freshman dorm. It was relieving to be back. I made my way to one of the entrances of Mckay, scanned my school ID card which was called a Spartan Card. A loud beep was heard and I opened the now unlocked door. My room was close to this entrance, so Immediately pulled out my key. I hadn't noticed how tired I was until I found myself leaning on the wall as I opened the door.

"Back!" I shouted in my empty dark room. I cut the fluorescent lights, and sighed as I took the medal off my neck and placed it on my bed. I couldn't take my nap yet, only because I had to take a shower. I was disgusting at the moment.

2010: Clark
He left the library, heading down to the set of Smallville, and that's where things got strange, using his enhanced hearing to easedrop on the conversation he learned this Tom Welling played him, in this world he was a fictional character. So that meant interacting with it's people would be bad, he decided to remain as Clark, but was wondering he'd need to get back to Michael, to gain answers, and do some research on Smallville, perhaps he could learn more about Zod, and the Kandorians plans, and then he froze. "What if there here." He thought as he reappeared at the library via his speed, what if Lois, Chloe, Oliver, and them where here? Upon Arriving, he groaned the black teen had left, focusing he used super hearing, and moments later moving at super speed he appeared besides Michael, who'd just made his way into his apartment! "Hey! You left the Library! What If I ran into some more Kryptonite? Listen do you have a laptop? I'm sorry but i can't risk exposing my abilities to anyone else here.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Fuck..." I said as I rolled over, "Fuckin' mornings. I hate mornings." I grumbled at nobody in particular. The fact that it was nearing afternoon was hardly relevant. There was a sound of cracking. Like plastic being smashed by a baseball bat, "What the hell?!"

At first I wondered if my little bro had been brought over while I was sleeping. He has a key to the apartment after all. However, Jordan was not a white blond woman in an almost full suit of armor. In fact, my mother and him were both going to the movies today. Riiiight. Shit. The woman turned slowly as I shoved my glasses onto my nose, "Who the hell are you, lady?"

"What trickery is this? What magic!?" The woman yelled, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and practically pulling me out of my bed, "Where in Feranil's sake am I!?"

THAT was a name I found quite familiar, "Fe-Feranil?"

"No, this is NOT Feranil, you ignorant Ghast!" The woman yelled, holding a dagger to my throat.

"You're....You're Savannah!" It wasn't a question, it was a statement of pure amazement.

"How do you know my name?! Tell me!"

"Because I...I created you." I said with wide eyes.

The woman dropped me and held her sword at length, "Explain your trickery now, or die!"

"Savannah, please, calm down." I said, holding my hands out defensively, "I have no idea what's going on! Honestly! I was sleeping when you woke me up!" The alarm clock had actually done the trick, but it being shattered hadn't exactly helped, "I don't think you understand. You don't exist. You're a...a figment of my imagination! A creation of words and thoughts! Your world, everything! It's all just a story!" I said, quickly bringing up the manuscript on my computer. Savannah watched over my shoulder and her eyes widened with amazement as she read the words on the screen.

"This is...impossible..." She said, tentatively attempting to use the mouse.

"That's what I said." I replied, nodding.

"Am I...dead? If you are the creator....then...Am I dead?" Savannah asked, looking down at her hands. Before there had been fright and determination in her eyes. Now, there was simply confusion and hopelessness.

"As far as I can tell, you're very much alive. Simply in another dimension. Or something. I didn't even think this shit was possible." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. On the inside, I was just as lost as she was, but acting was almost a life style for me. 'Mom always said I could be a famous actor.'

I sat down in my computer chair, rubbing my temples. I had no idea what to do. At this point, what could I do? I looked at the computer for a moment, "No way. They'll think I'm more insane than usual." I whispered, logging into RoleplayGateway anyway. Who to contact first? Hell if I knew. Hell, just contact everyone, I supposed. After punching in my friends names in the PM bar, I sent a brief message:

Guys? Anything....weird....happen to you today? And I mean friggin' impossible shit weird? Like....in a dream or movie weird?

-Aufeis

I didn't really hope to get a reply anytime soon. Savannah was staring at me funny, "What? I'm asking for...reinforcements."

"Oh...Nothing...I simply imagined the creator to be...taller, perhaps? More authoritative, maybe."

"Princess. I'm in my night cloths. I just woke up. How regal do you look in the morning?"

"I did not mean to offend." She said, averting her eyes. I simply sighed. Today was going to be a LONG day.

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The man in the leather duster causally looked about the street he was on. It was not crowded. In fact, it was quite bare. He tried to think back. When had he come into contact with a thinnie? He had not heard the warbling sound they made, surely he would have noticed the "bending" effect one usually had. He put his hand on the sandalwood butt of his revolver. His father's revolvers. Eld's revolvers. He sighed. The man in black must be behind this. To stop him from getting to the Tower. He wondered if he would find Eddy here. Or maybe Jake or Susannah. Even Oy would be a comfort. Or perhaps he could simply seek out Steven King again. But first, he had to figure out where he was. He had been to this world before, many times in fact. Or at least variants of this world. He wondered if he had been to this one before. He started walking. He was here for a reason. And that reason wasn't to stand on the sidewalk until the wheel of Ka stopped. No matter where he was, he would find his way back to the Tower. There was an entrance to one of it's many levels here, just like any other world.

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Where was he now? This didn't feel like Purgatory. It felt...different. Not Heaven nor Hell? Where was he? The streets were filled with walking people. It was noisy. Was he...alive? No, he still felt dead enough. So then where the hell was he? He was getting his fair share of looks, more than likely due to the massive amount of weapons on his back. And then shit started exploding. As per usual. That was hellish enough. The mass amount of souls released by the explosion was invigorating, but the souls felt different. Lighter. Innocent. This was definitely not Hell. Demon souls felt so much different. Where was he? he needed to find out. His eyes turned up to the monstrosity that now loomed over the smoldering remains of the building (the Empire state building? He didn't remember coming through New York in hell) though it was clouded by the smoke. He had seen no demon like it before, yet he sensed that it possessed great strength. Perhaps it was better to simply watch for now. Watch and stay out of sight. Of course, with the constant influx of souls made it difficult to hide. Unless this was really Earth, and that was some other monstrosity other than a demon. Of course, Lucifer and then Asmodeus and then even Eve had all tried to manipulate his mind, perhaps this new foe was doing the same? Either way, he would not let them succeed in whatever demented plot he no doubt had cooked up. Assuming he was a demon, of course.

Mckay Hall, University of Tampa


I was about to get ready to head for the bathroom till I felt a breeze in my room. Seemed impossible until I saw who was in front of me. Damn, I thought I lost this guy. I sighed before speaking to him. I was about to tell him to get hell out of my room, but I couldn't argue with someone who had Superman's powers... well he was Superman to some extent. If the television character left me alone, perhaps he would leave me be. I cleared my throat, this time was really going to speak. I pointed my laptop on my desk.

"My laptop is right there, no password. I'm gonna go take a shower." I grabbed a change of clothes, a towel and a wash cloth. I traded my running shoes for a pair of Nike flipflops. I went into the community showers, before taking the best shower that I have had in weeks. after fifteen minutes, I was opening the door to my room, now wearing a blue pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. "Yo you finished." I said instantly whether or not Clark was still there.

Castiel had decided to move on, after finishing out his meal, true he wanted to sit around and eat more hamburgers. Instead he moved on, he decided to go with someone who was already interacting with fiction, and he made his way to Brandon Flood, teleporting of course, because without the Winchesters around, and with his abilities restored, and stronger then ever, why walk. Making his way over to the door, he knocked, waiting patiently, a blank look on his face.

I looked at the clock, only to find it smashed. Right, forgot about that one. Instead, I picked up my watch and affixed it to my wrist. Why not? I went to the door and opened it, not really seeing the man before me, “Yeah, sorry about the noise, I just have my cousin over and she’s real jumpy. Saw a spider, stumbled over some stuff. ” Of course, I had no idea what I was really getting myself into. I thought this guy was just an angry neighbor over the noise.

Castiel waited outside, he was a very patient man, he didn't even take that much action until the last few years anyway, although he'd developed a little bit of impatience over the years. "Cousin? You mean Savannah the fictional character from your book your typing? I can read minds by the way, my name is Castiel, I require your help Brandon Flood." He paused "May I come in? I know I am a stranger, but I can explain more once I get inside, it's what you'd call cold out here, not that the temperature affects me."

I, of course, was still half asleep, despite the racket that Savannah had caused, but the fact that this guy basically seemed to know what was happening made my eyes instantly snap awake, “How did you…? You know what, nevermind. Castiel? That sounds familiar to me…aren’t you some character on that show Supernatural? My Mom worked on the TV network that plays it, I think. So, I’m either really still sleeping, or maybe I’m just going crazier than I thought. Come on in, I guess.” I said, backing away from the door, but giving Savannah a look that said be on guard. After all, this guy was a complete stranger, and despite his supposed good intentions, he could easily gut me in a second.

Castiel wondered if Brandon would react violently, not that anything he could conjure up would affect him. "Supernatural? I suppose that is the name of my "fictional" dimension" He said entering the house, he looked around." nice place you have, althought it is a bit messy. "He said taking further examination of the area. "I'm afraid your not going crazy, somehow various Dimensions are being connected to yours, which appears to be a weaker dimension compared to some others out there, I am willing to assist you, and the residents of your dimension, perhaps Organize some sort of group find out who's an ally, and who's a foe. Can you start thinking about the Government? I can read your surface thoughts, and from there scan you for any information you know, or have ever known about the Government.

"I would honestly appreciate it if you'd keep your mind to yourself, if you would. As for the Government, they'd probably attempt to mobilize some sort of task force depending on the hostilities of the 'invading' forces. Other than that, I can’t tell you much. My Dad used to be in the military, but that was years ago.” I paused for a moment, “Why exactly did you choose me to seek assistance from?” I was now opening the fridge and retrieving an ice cold Amp. I dipped into the closet and put on some better clothing on. When I emerged again, I wore a black t-shirt, with white lettering saying “Don’t make me come down there. –God” and cargo shorts. I took a long drink from the Amp and continued, “I can’t imagine anything you could benefit from me. Aside from the fact that somehow my story became reality, I’m not much use to you. Especially if you can just read minds for information.”

Castiel looked at Brandon, he'd come to him because he was already dealing with a fictional being, and least likely to react angrily, confused, or scared. He nodded, a Task-Force that would do not good against the beings he'd faced in his universe, and others such as Marvel, DC, and various Japanese Anime. "They will do no good, I learned a great deal about other fictional stories from one of my elder brothers. I sought you out, because you seemed a bit more calm with the situation then most would be. I apologize for invading your thoughts as well. "Where is Savannah? Is it really good to leave her alone? And you are useful, you know much about this world. I can gather information, but I prefer to "hang out" with one of the residents of this dimension. Also I should not know anything about my own universe, that might influence my choices. So please no information on this Supernatural. Anyway can you make me a hamburger please? I really love them.”

I was about to say something about having hamburgers so early in the morning, but then I looked back at my watch and remembered that it was not actually morning. Stupid messed up sleep schedule. I went back through the fridge and pulled out a packet of hamburger, tossed it into the microwave, and hit the defrost button. As Castiel mentioned Savannah, I gave a wave toward the opposite side of the room, where Savannah was hidden and ready. She stepped out from behind the dresser and nodded at Castriel, “We are well met, Ser Castriel. You are also of the fictional world?”

I began talking before Castriel could answer, “I don’t mean to cut you off Savannah, but I know that the task forces won’t be able to do anything. And don’t worry, I barely know you from the show. I only recognized you from a movie styled poster at the studio.” Now the two were free to chat as I attended the hamburgers. I already had a headache, so I popped a bottle of Motrin and dumped two pills directly into my mouth.

Castiel awaited the hamburgers, he could conjure some up, but he preferred cooked Hamburgers, humans were always good cooking hamburgers. "Please call me Cas, no need to be formal." He said, the smell of hamburger meat in the microwave soothing him. He wondered if any more angels would come, perhaps more lethal. "Alright then, we should probably work together to find others from fictional worlds, round them up, and get them away before the Government Reacts. Brandon listen, you need to be prepared unless more violent members of my kind come. You should be prepared, you should get an Angel Banishing Sigil, it can be used to banish members of my kind, well teleport them away from your current location, no doubt if Lucifer is free, he'll be seeking a new host."

“Oh goodie. That sounds like good fun. I know it isn’t much, but I DO own a relatively reliable firearm capable of blowing holes in most people. Of course, I doubt it would do anything against an angel of something like that, so I guess I’ll take whatever I can get.” He said with a shrug, “If you would, could you be so kind as to provide one for Savannah as well?” I asked. Though she was older than me, Savannah felt like a child to me. And in a way, she was. She had been born from my words, and it was my duty to protect her as best I could…or something like that.

Castiel nodded, firearms would do nothign against him, even if they were drenched in holy water, after all Angels WERE holy. He decided the Enochian Sigils would be best, besides an Angel Banishing Sigil, they would not be too happy to make, considering the intense amount of pain they'd have to go through to get one made. "Alright the Enochian Sigils first," He focused, they would feel some pain, as he telekentically carved the sigils into their ribs. "Alright sorry about that, those will make you undetectable to me, the other angels, and any other spiritual or supernatural force. For the banishing sigil, I will need to draw blood from you, but you will be able to banish any angels in the vicinity, and it doesn’t run out, unless you loose the sigil. And the Angel who draws it, will be immune to the banishing effects. Also what is the main news channel here, surely the news will have recorded something important.

I was taken by surprise as I felt an odd sensation through my ribs. Random sensations were not altogether foreign to me, but this was definitely out of the ordinary. When Cas explained it was him protecting us, I simply nodded, rubbing the spot, “If only one of us were to go through this other painful ritual, would it be enough to ward of whatever for the other, or would we both need to get it?” My parents would no doubt not be fond of me getting some sort of tattoo or scar, especially one that looked like it came from a TV show.

Savannah piped up, then, “I shall be the one to receive the mark, if at all possible. If there is a threat, then I shall protect the Creator.” She said, nodding at me and removing a gauntlet. A bit odd, having a woman I had basically only seen in my imagination pledge her service to me. I remained quiet, waiting for the angel’s response.

Cas nodded, he didn't like the Angel Banishing Sigil. It caused unnecessary pain, well it was necessary if you wanted protection. It appeared the carving had not harmed them, which was good, he intended to cause minimal amounts of harm. "Alright then, one is enough." He reached into his pocket pulling out his knife, and made his way over to Savannah before cutting her across the palm. He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, allowing her blood to spill to the paper, and quickly he wrote out the sigil, and reaching over to his fellow fictional being, he closed the wounds and restored her blood. "Sorry about that." He picked up the sigil. "This is how it works, place your hand on it, and any Angel will be sent away, also they won't be able to find you, no matter what, no matter what power they have. I'll need to contact you with a cell-phone, Brandon what's your number?

'Angels can use cell phones?' I chuckled in my own head. It was an interesting thought, to say the least. This is God, thank you for calling collect! I cracked a wise ass smile despite myself and gave the man my number, "Does Heaven to Earth count as long distance?" Though I had to say that my agnostic curiosities were peeked, I found that now was likely not the time to ask about whether or not God truly existed in this world or not. I was fine with not knowing in all honesty. I'd rather live my life my way and pay for it later than to follow a thousand rules and be miserable after I was dead anyway. Call it rebelliousness or stupidity, if God couldn't forgive my skepticism, I felt sorry for the Kaeira Reevers of life. A thought did strike me though, "Can you...I dunno, sense other 'fictional' characters? You said you knew I was already dealing with one, so I was just curious."

Castiel nodded pulling out his own cell phone to show Brandon, he had a Droid. "No, we have very advanced cell-phones, long distance is no problem. He nodded "One; yes if you’re nice, I'll pull you out of hell, and two; I can probably sense the other fictional beings, it will take some time, how about, call me when the hamburgers are done, and I'll give you all the research I've collected, you should be checking the news channels, and if you want, maybe after all this is over, I can grant you immortality or something." He said before converting into Holy Energy, and dissipating.

Arvada, Colorado

Travis walked blankly on. The summer heat was starting to get to him. Travis was wondering why he didn't go to the pool today. It felt like it was 98. Perhaps the weather ahead didn't look so good. Travis usually liked to spend a good three or more hours there. And if a storm came his time would be cut down drastically, plus he loved rain, but hated walking back in lightning.

The park he was in had barely any shade, and that made Travis very unmotivated. He sat down on a bench and let the heat sink into his skin. He didn't care. He just sat there, mentally swearing about how fucking hot it was and why he didn't go to the pool earlier...no one was around because they went to the pool on hot days, not the park.

A noise came from behind him from within a bush. Travis shrugged it off. Probably just some bird, or a squirrel. Nothing worth worrying about.

"Squir....tle..."

Travis opened his eyes. What was that?

Travis' ears had to be playing tricks on him. There was no way he heard what he thought he just did. Travis stood up and wiped his head. He was hearing panting definitely. And the sounds.....a pokemon would make.

Travis cautiously approached the bush and moved the leaves. Travis nearly jumped back in surprise at what he saw. A Squirtle. A real live Squirtle.

It's not possible! This is fiction, it can't be real!

The Squirtle turned and looked at him and got frightened. He was already scratched up, and it looked very hot. Travis seemed to push down his thoughts of disbelief and managed to reach his hand through the bush, the thorny bush, and say "Settle down, let me get a good look at you."

The squirtle backed away from the hand and fell out of the bush. Travis walked to the side and held up a calming hand. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help, but we gotta trust each other here, understand?"

The squirtle looked at him still with some distrust but he let Travis walk slower. Travis slowly but surely placed a hand on the forehead of the Squirtle. "Wow, you're pretty hot. Not a fever, but dang. You need to cool down. I got an idea... I can offer you a cold bath, and some care for those scratches and cuts, but you gotta trust me and follow me to my house..."

(this will be finished later...Brandon I'll be calling upon you soon. My time is done here....)

Mickey Hall, University of Tampa
Clark continued do research at super speed gathering information about Smallville from the computer, then making his way to various Smallville web-sites, and even the Smallville wikia gathering information about himself, so these people dictated his future at least here, he'd make sure to do the opposite of what they said. He got up from the laptop, he'd gathered the information there, and went over to bed looking over at his Superman costume, and his cape. "Hey Michael, where's the washer, and dryer I need to clean my costume up, I had to fight off an alien Invasion," He said, then remembered his real question. "Michael, do you know anyone really smart? Who can help me out, maybe know what's going on with the situation."

2010: Atlanta, Apartment
Floyd sat down, he was on the phone with Lisa while at the same time pecking away on his laptop working on his post for Heroes: heroes vs villains, he had to get up his post before Aufeis, and them started bitching. Oh god damn it, I should just go watch a movie or sumthing im tired. Maybe call Lisa or sumthing dunno As he said this his cell phone began virbrating on his desk, he copied his post, and pasted it on a Word Document File titled Heroes posts. He picked up his phone. "Hey Lisa, how you doing" "flooooyd! FLOOYD! im dooing great! I got the air-line tickets for the triiip!" Floyd smiled" Really, that's great? I still think we should have gotten that Time Share, and that you..should have." "Flooyd it was expensive, and if you wanted it why not use your own money!" Floyd growled" Yea, well glad you got the tickets I'll call you later" he hung up, and went onto RPG, he got a pm, he rarely went here except to post. He checked it.

-What man why you pming me, imma coming on aim, and holy shit man you seen the news! WE SCREWED! Some pink dude blew up the Empire state building! Homeland Security, and them are coming!-

He opened another tab, and went to aim, typing in his username, and password, once there he clicked Brandon Flood to open a person chat.

FloydChulance: What up Aufeis!
FloydChulance: I'm working on my post! It's aight, the Chinese Invasion in all!
Floydchulance: So what's with the weird ass pm, also WE DOOMED! TERRORIST ATTACK HOMIE! WHAT WE GOING DO! DAMN! EMPIRE STATE BUILDING IS BLOWN UP WATCH THE NEWS MOFO! ITS ON ALL THE CHANNELS!!!!!!

My Apartment, San Antonio

I was at the stove cooking hamburgers when suddenly a shotgun blast went off, causing my to jump slightly. Luckily, all I managed to do was drop the hamburger on my spatula back into the pan. I turned to see Savannah with electricity pulsating up and down her arm, looking around wildly. I regretted making my AIM Left 4 Dead 2 themed, in that moment. And in the next, I was laughing, "Calm down, Savannah, it's just a message. The reinforcements I spoke of send word of their status." I sat down and got some of Floyd's usual poorly typed and grammatically incorrect sentences, "Aw, man, Floyd? This early in the...oh right." I said, spying the time in the corner, "Empire State Building? Blown up? Terrorists? What the hell is he talking about?"

I would have turned on the TV myself to look, but I didn't exactly have the money to pay for cable to the damn thing. I had the internet, though, (which to me is more important anyway) thanks to a wireless connection and a friend of mine's handy router. He let me bounce off his for no charge at all, though the reception could be complete crap sometimes. Of course, the TV was hooked up to every game system I could manage to fit in it, but that was another story.

Brandon: What the hell are you talking about, dude?
Brandon: Are you talking about the RP?
Brandon: I don't have cable in my apartment, you know that. Hang on, lemme run across the hall.

At this point, I got up and jogged over to the door, slipping on my shoes and giving Savannah a short, "Stay here, don't touch, watch the food." And ran across the hall and practically slammed into the door, "Jerry! Oi, open the door! Lemme see the boob tube for a second!"

Jerry opened the door and practically hauled me into the apartment. I was slightly reminded of Savannah's appearance this morn...afternoon. Except this time, it was small mid-eastern hands, and on the other end of them was Jerry's messed up hair and glasses. His eyes were wide with astonishment as he showed me the news channel. Sure enough, where the Empire State Building once stood was a smoldering pile of wreckage, and floating above the scene was a character I recognized from one of my brother's stupid TV shows on cartoon network, "Oh, no fuckin' way."

"Tha-tha-that's Majin Buu!" Jerry shouted, pointing to the TV, "From Dragon Ball Z!"

So I had my nerd confirmation. It was indeed from another universe, which meant that Cas was not the only one who got sucked out of his TV world, "I gotta make a phone call, Jer, gimme a sec and I'll be right back."

I ran back across the hall and found that the burgers were not burned, as I had expected them to be, but instead were dished up on plates, (without buns) but nonetheless, they smelled good and looked edible. I punched in Cas' phone number, "We have a problem. And the burgers are done."

Mckay Hall, University of Tampa

I had hoped that Clark would have finished and left by now, but he was still on his laptop. He had super speed, and I knew he could use the internet, so what the hell was taking him so long. I let out sigh at his first question and raised my eyebrow at the second question.

"Aight... First, if you want your laundry done, you gotta pay me three dollars to use m laundry card. The laundry room is upstairs... Right next to the room above us." I then began to shake my head when remembering the second question. "No one. I mean, no one is gonna know what's going on." Michael walked over to his desk and grabbed his laptop. He sat down on his huge comfy black chair before logging onto RP Gateway. "I'm starting to conclude that I'm on the craziest drug known to man. You probably fell out of the T.V." I said as I looked the posts for Heroes vs Villains. "And he still didn't post." I said.

This day had started off great. My team won gold medals, we were gonna head to Five Guys after Walmart, and then a party was gonna be thrown at night. I was starting to regret saving Clark from that plastic green stone. He was fictional, so nothing bad would happen, right? I was ready to go about my day like it had been planned until I read the pm made by Aufeis, also known as Brandon Flood. I didn't really think Brandon was in the same position as I was, but deep down, I really hoped he was. I quickly checked my AIM to see if he was online, and he was. I clicked his username more than I needed to, before another window popped up.

Michael Hassell: Brandom!
Michael Hassell: *Brandon!
Michael Hassell: We have to talk about that pm u sent me
Michael Hassell: I have a fucking tv show character following me all over the place.

I really hoped Brandon took me seriously, or at least understood what was happening.

I groaned and knocked over my phone, hoping my friends would quit texting me. I looked at the clock on the other side of my room and jumped from my bed, it was two. I shower quickly and pull on jeans and a black T-shirt with a red rose on it.

"God, I never sleep in this late," I say aloud, "wow, I must have been tired."

I walk into the kitchen and pull out some chicken and rice for my brunch. I take the plate downstairs and flip on the TV while I eat. Its typical stuff, cartoons, news, and infomercials. But a news clip catches my eye and I watch it.

"A local phenomenon has occurred today in Arvada. Evidence has been found of a large, reptilian creature that has been causing chaos through Olde Town. As you can see, trees and buildings have been heavily damaged by what witnesses have come to call "The American Godzilla."

The TV shows the Arvada Grill with a chunk of brick missing, and the Old Bell Pavillion if smashed down. Now it shows crappy videos of a great big black thing running around the town. "There is no telling what the creature is or its origins. All we have is a single scale that is black and covered in a type of organic tissue that is a natural bullet proof vest. Police say that when they find the creature, it will be tranquilized and taken away for study."

I sneer and shake my head, everything we humans misunderstand we have to dissect and destroy till we know exactly what it is and what it does. Its funny, but the creature kinda looks like a dragon. "'The American Godzilla' my ass." I say and pull out my phone, "Trav would love that."

I send him a quick text of what I heard on the news and the shove the rest of the food in my mouth. I walk back upstairs to put my plate away and I hear sirens going off down on 64th. Another speeder, probably running away in order to save some time.

Arvada

Travis sighed. The Squirtle continued to look at him untrusting. Travis began to walk slowly. The squirtle continued to wonder if he should trust, but finally he began to follow Travis. It was right about then, Travis' phone made that electrical guitar noise. Which meant a text or a call. Squirtle got a little spooked by this, but Travis calmed him saying, "Just a phone. Nothing bad."

It was a text from none other than his sister.

How would she take this in? A Squirtle. A real live Squirtle...

The text revolved around some weird ass news story. Travis at first would have shrugged it off, but then considered the Squirtle. Perhaps some other pokemon was wandering about....or something else...

He began a text.

Run a bath. A cold one. Don't ask why, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

2010: Atlanta, Georgia: Apartment
Floyd was confused, fear through his veins, the creature he'd recognized him, he was one of his favorite characters in DBZ. I waited for Brandon to reply, what if Buu came to Georgia, what if he came here, this was insane, but would Brandon believe him, if he said Majin Buu from Dragon Ball Z was real. He'd think he was talking about some RP, or was acting crazy, he was gonna go get Lisa, and go into hiding, somehow the barbershop, Tyrone would let him stay there, in the back-room, there were soda's, and all sorts of shit up in there, such as food. Damn, imma be leaving there, but at least imma be living, Lord you gotta help a brotha out, I know I been missing chuch, and stuff but i came last sunday, lord, and imma come some more so help a brotha out.

Floydchulance: This ain't no RP! I ain't playing, man we in deep shit!
Floydchulance: I soudn crazy as hell, but a pink man from DBZ has come to life!

I was quick to open up a group chat inviting Michael Hassell, and Brandon Flood, I wanted to talk to all three of them. I didn't notice if they had accepted or not, but I already began typing.

Floydchulance: LISTEN TO ME! A character from Dragon ball z blew up the Empire State Building! I'm dead fucking serious! Yall, we in real mess now, man I ain't see Goku, none of them other z fighters man!

"Your not in that much trouble with me around." I flipped around scared, it was my favorite fictional creation Milo Ventro. He had a smile on his face, he was dressed in casual clothing, he must have been in the cook-out the SXM were having, I calmed down, so fiction was coming to life, Milo was a good person, maybe he could even manipulate him somehow.

"You can't lie to me Floyd, I know all about what's going on, this world man things are boring here, I should go out and whoop some crime, maybe deal with the Buu person. Anyway hell you created me, gave me all these powers, so I'm cool with you, mind if I hang with you? " I sighed, i wasn't going to argue with him no way. "Sure..Milo, um..Majin Buu he's dangerous." milo shrugged " danger, ppsh I can beat him with a thought, how bout we hang out, maybe meet some of yo friends face to face, just chill kick some ass, maybe I can give you some powers." I grinned Milo was my type of guy. "Aight man, wait can i have some" A piece of Fried Chicken appeared in Floyd's hands he took a bite. "Damn this good," He turned to the laptop.

Floydchulance: ppsh, nevermind, Milo's here! We all safe, and he cool
Milo: Yes I am! I got technopathy by the way, see all these powers yall complained about are useful now.
Floydchulance: Woah! Alright have yall been met by any fictional people? Like Brandon you met anyone from that book, Michael you met any RP characters yet?

I leaned back into my chair, and began eating my piece of fried chicken, Milo making himself a piece, this was the good life, hanging out with the super powered version of me, I was soo glad I'd made milo a good guy, or I'd be a bloodstain on the wall by now.

2010: San Antonia, Flood Apartment
Castiel reappeared instantly in Brandon's apartment for two reasons there was danger, and there was hamburgers, there was no way the angel wouldn't appear as quickly as angely possible. He'd been using his abilities to see if he could locate other beings from his universe, and from other dimensions so far he'd located a few people, but nothing high scale except for an unusually powerful source of energy in New York, he wondered if the danger was there, he wouldn't be surprised, the question was what was it? the power the being possessed was immense it possibly rivaled the powers of the Archangels.

Seeing the burger, he used his Telekenesis to pull the meat patty into his hand, and then pulled two hamburger buns over to his other hand. He placed the burger in the buns, and bit into it, chewing, and relishing the taste of every bite. "DELICIOUS! These are some of the best burgers I've ever had, there might be reason to visit this dimension after all! "How can we have a problem when burgers are done? Do you have any ketchup?

2010: New York http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zKs_joz2eg
Buu laughed crazily, he knew what was going on, he was new to this dimension, no one was here to challange him, Vegeta, Son Goku, Gohan, the brats, he still had them absorbed somehow, even Vegito, he screamed, instantly testing out Vegito's limitless powers, a massive earth-quake took place, not just in New York, but in several locations all around the world the ground cracked as Buu screamed, filled with power." YEEEEEEEEES YEEEEEEEEEES THE POWER! MUHAHAHAHAHA ALL MUST BOW BEFORE MY ME MAJIN BUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He grinned, his teeth shown, his red eyes glaring at people, as they run, he saw News vehicle's. He sent out a beams of pink energy, which slammed into nearby news helicopters demolishing them, but he did not stop there, sending out his hand via elasticy he smashed it into a building, his sheer strength destroying it, he screamed with joy.

"BUU KILL YOU! YES HE DO! RUN RUN RUN!" He sent out a massive beam of energy, \\ which went into the crowds, another explosion, the shock-wave immense, the groudn shaking, cars flipping over, people completely eradicated, along with anyone caught in the center, or nearby area of the blast. As his rampage continued Homeland Security vehicle's came, he formed Two destructo disks, and sent them forward, the vehicle's were torn into bits, and exploded, laughing he screamed, fires spread from the destruction he caused, he laughed standing in the center of the chaos he'd started, he'd enjoy tearing this dimension apart bit, by bits, he'd start here, and take it slow, he wasn't impatient, he wanted to draw out these humans suffering. This was a huge city there was plenty more to destroy, he flew off heading towards the Brooklyn Bridge, gathering energy in his hands, oh what destruction he'd cause.

2010: Tampa, Florida
Clark usually sped red, he could retain the knowledge but he was in such a state of confusion, being slower then normal was to be expected, he was Superman, but he was a still a man.

"Alright then, this is a rip off, three dollars" he reached into his pocket, taking out his Wallet, and pulling out a five dollar bill. "Here it's all I have, I need to find out where the nearest mall is, I need some clothes, something more casual. "He was pretty casual, but he was Clark Kent, he needed to look like someone else, and he hoped no one would find his costume. "Alright can i have the card, I'll be quick" he held out his hand, and thanks to his enhanced vision he could see what Michael was typing, he apparently wasn't liked, not that it mattered, he refused to risk exposing himself to any more people, he already had enough people in trouble. "Hey come on now, I'll be back before you can say back." He said waiting for the card to be handed to him.

2010: Orlando, Florida
Father was filled with joy, he needed a total of 50 million souls to sustain God without any forms of discomfort, but he had none, but he still retained his immense power, as soon as he arrived, he absorbed the souls of quite a large family, acquiring nine souls, filled with energy, he demonstrated his power, decimating an entire parking lot with a single beam of energy, turning the rubble into a sword. "Perfect? Soon God shall be under my control! "He leaped high into the air, arriving in Disney town this were things would get interesting,raising his finger, some people on the side-walks began screaming out in pain, as he absorbed their souls, converting them into a philosopher's stone, their essence forming a red stone, which he absorbed into his body, a total of 17 souls, he raised another hand draining more souls screaming out it would be a lengthy, annoying, but somewhat enjoyable task, "GOD SHALL BE MINE! I SHALL BE INVINCIBLE!

My Apartment, San Antonio

Cas appeared almost immediately after the text had left my phone, "Damn, you're quick to respond. Wish the police were like that. Anyway, not important. I found another of our fictional 'buddies'. He's having fun in downtown New York and blowing everything up. He's a character from some Japanese TV show or comic book or something, I don't know, but he's really strong. I-" A shotgun blast cut me off. Michael and Floyd had responded while I was gone and...Milo Ventro. Are you kidding me? Ugh, whatever, we needed someone who could take Buu with relative ease, and if anyone could do it, it was one of Floyd's overpowered creations. I clicked the accept button to the invite and just caught Floyd's messages, "Anyway, it looks like I'm not the only one who's having everything weird happen to him. Some buddies of mine have met fictional characters as well, it seems. The condiments are in the fridge."

Brandon: Yeah, I've got some fiction here. But I think I'm special.
Brandon: I have two. Castriel from that show Supernatural and my book's protagonist.
Brandon: What are you guys thinking? We have problems, and it looks like only we have the solutions.
Brandon: Why does it feel like I woke up into one of our RP's?
Brandon: Anyone heard from the others?

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New York

Daniel dove out of the way as a beam of pure energy carved up the crowd he had, up until then, been standing in. He felt more souls find their way to him and felt the strength behind them. They cried for vengeance, but he knew he wasn't powerful enough to stand up to the demon in his current form. Maybe in Demon Mode, but not in his human form. He watched as the Bridge prepared to be taken out, and ran after the creature, absorbing the deceased as he went. If he was here, then He had a purpose for him here. And he would fulfill that duty.

Mckay Hall, University of Tampa

When Floyd sent the group chat invite, I reflexively accepted it. Brandon also being in the chat room gave me a little relief. This day had been too bizarre and I didn't need Floyd's hyped up reactions and messages stressing me out. At this moment, I needed my order, which was Brandon, as well as a little disorder. Yeah, disorder, I didn't want what was happening to sound too serious. I was still counting on this whole situation being some crazy dream. Maybe I slipped in the aisle when I went to assist that man. That's when I looked up at Clark, while taking my laundry card out of my wallet.

"The detergent is in the closet." I said. If Clark was a real person now, then that's how I would treat him. Today was the day for the University of Tampa Crew Team. Our last party that celebrated our victory. School was coming to an end, and I would be going on a road trip with the rest of the varsity team. We were going all the way to San Diego, which would be nice, especially since I knew my friend Ray from RP Gateway lived there.

Michael Hassell: Idk Brandon, but I really wish this would have happened at least 2 weeks from now.
Michael Hassell: I just finished my second semester, and now I gotta help Superman figure out what's going on.
Michael Hassell: btw chu... u gotta post
Michael Hassell: Sup Milo

2010: New York
Flash zipped through streets of New York, his feet racing over the Pavement of New York city, or at least what appeared to be New York, he'd been flirting with some chicks at a mall, everything was going good, they digged him, after all he was the Flash, the savior of Keystone City, the Red Blur, the illuminator of the night. With his immense speed what could challenge him, sure there super villains like Caption Cold, and them, but they weren't really a threat, he just enjoyed messing around with them, they had never caused him any true danger, any times it looked like trouble he was just bored. However the chicks had vanished, and he was in New York, he raced back to Keystone only to learn it didn't exist, nor did Metropolis, or anyone else, he returned to New York, figuring since it was where he initially appeared, whatever point him here was also there.

This was like Superman's Prime's dimension, exactly like it, they were all comics, they didn't exist, but even odder, no one from Prime's dimension did as well, but it was the same concept, a world were they were fiction, which meant this world didn't know about him, and the chicks would think he was some random maniac. He wondered if he could summon his children from another dimension, or if he could return to his own dimension, another asset of his power. He zipped through the streets noticing a man about to be hit by a car, zooming forward he pushed the man out of the way, instantly running in the opposite direction heading to the Brooklyn Bridge. Looking up he noticed Majin Buu, wrecking the place, and killing innocent people. What if I was summoned here to help stop that thing! Makes enough sense, plus it's killing innocent people! Buu flew forward launching blasts, and trashing buildings.

"Hey, pinkie! Let me show you some real power" Flash defying the laws of physics, ran into the air, actually running on air. Moving at speeds far beyond the speed of light he delivered the Infinite Mass punch tearing Buu apart with one punch, he ran down to the streets, skidding to a halt, as Buu began to regenerate. Buu screamed, steam flying from the holes on his head. "THAT HURT! BUU HATE YOU! I will smash you! I will crush you, I'll-" Before he could react he'd been torn into pieces again, coming together, Flash yawning now standing a roof top. "Ol boy scout, can take hits better then you, anyway I'll have find trashing you, I'm glad I get to have some fun, before I learn what the hell is going on"

2010: Florida
Father laughed with one soul he'd managed to battle the Amestrian military, and nearly win before he was drained off his reserve's, now he'd accumulated fifty two souls, people were running for their lives, but they wouldn't escape, he'd cut Orlando off from the rest of the world, using his transmutation, he surrounded Orlando in 100 foot tall Walls of Diamond, however that didn't stop Homeland Security from coming. Helicopters coming, men leaping down armed with guns, tasers, Police Officers moving on, Tanks were mobilizing to fire at the Dome, and it seemed Florida was being evacuated, Homeland Security coming down. Father simply transmuted parts of the helicopters into explosives, causing the vehicle's to explode, taking the men leaping out of them.

Homeland Security was also moving in, the evacuation of Miami taking place, while back with Father, he emitted red alchemic energy targeting several armed agents, draining them, they were unable to make any coherent sound, only grabbing at their throats as a philosopher's stone was being made in his right hand, He absorbed it, now he had 64 souls, his powers were incredible, as helicopters came, he converted the rotating blades into sausage, the helicopters as a result fell crashing, more of them came firing at him, but the bullets were ineffective against his shield. He sent out the red alchemic energy at the he helicopters, converting pilots, shooters, and everyone within into another philiosohper's stone, draining them, his number of souls reaching 71, as more copters crashed. Then using his control of the earth, he generated a massive platform lifting himself into the air, raising his hands, and released streams of alchemic energy, laughing as he converted various people into philosoper's stone, all around Orlando, and to prevent further annoyance, he turned the prison into a dorm, forming a diamond roof trapping everyone inside.
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Clark was glad when Michael handed him the key, he didn't like standing around, he liked being on the move, doing something, saving lives, and plus there were others in this world, he had to help them, he originally didn't plan to do anything but if people like Zod, Brainiac, and Luthor were here, he had to stop them. This world was like it's own, without him, like Prime's dimension, meaning there was no way it could combat the threats from their dimension. Maybe find Chloe, Lois, Oliver, Bruce, Wally, Jo'nn, I have to find all of them somehow.

Clark took the card, moving at super speed, he went into the closet retrieving the detergent, and went the Laundry Room, taking his Superman costume, however to Michael it appeared as though he'd never left. He appeared behind Michael looking at the screen.

"So what's going on Michael? What do we do? Also do you have a TV, I need to check the news station to see if anyone else from my universe is popping up, I need to help out. Or if you don't have one check the internet." As he said this, armed Homeland Security agents burst in, raising their guns. "EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE ROOM! AN evacuation is taking place, A Terrorist attack is taking place in Florida! A terrorist attack of unknown origin!" In Miami, Jacksonville, and other parts of Florida, Father had unleashed his Mannequin Soldiers, immortal cannibalistic warriors, with immense physical strength. Homeland Security had already spread out around Florida evaucating Civilians, and facing the Soldiers.

2010: San Atonio, Brandon's Apartment
Castiel just nodded as he bit into his burger, Brandon responding to his question. He went over to the refrigerator, opening it up, and placing his burger on the coutner, or whatever was near the Fridge, and took the ketchup bottle, and squirted, the sauce pouring on his burger. He closed the bottle, placed it back into the refrigerator, and shut the door.

"Hmm, yes so do many people who get to Heaven. Many of them are more concerned with donuts, at least where I'm from. Really? "He took in the information, so he was needed, it appeared Brandon was conversing with other allies, they were like the Winchester's in different location, he still worried, Lucifer, and his army might be out in this world, their World was not equipped to fight them, in fact his world was. He needed to return to Heaven, and gather all the Angels, he still had connection, had Heaven being animated as well? Really now? If things get bad in their location tell me, and I'll retrieve them, you should keep the teams seperate, so we can know the situation everywhere. He said as he finished up his hamburger, licking his fingers. "Do you have any water? And can I have another burger Brandon?"

2010: Atlanta, Georgia
I leaned back into my cheer, here I was eating fried chicken with Milo Ventro, only thing that could make this better. "French fries" Milo said, as some Fries appeared, I nodded, grabbing some fries, and stuffing them into my mouth, a beeping noise heard, that was my "sound" for AIM. So Michael had Superman, and Brandon had Cas, and that Savannah, he remembered her.

Floydchulance: Ah cool, I'm thinking this is raw! Milo Ventro is here!
Milo Ventro: Yea I am! This is cool! Brandon? Why you ain't talking to me? And I'm not overpowered BTW. But if you feel that way about me, then I won't go stop Buu

I was turning to the news, CNN had went off, after Buu took down the the helicopters. But more had come, and the news was recording a teleporting men in a red jump-suit fighting the Bubble Gum killer. But I knew what was going on. "FLASH IS HERE! HE's fighting Majin buu!!!" Milo looked, eyes widened. "Woah! This is awesome, like a live action crossover!

Floydchulance: Brandon! There's another guy WALLY WEST THE MOFO FLASH! He's kicking Buu's ass!
Milo Ventro: So that means, me, and Flo can chill.
Floydchulance: I was talking to Ray yesterday, Rob, Luuuuuna, and the others, why you ask
Milo Ventro: Yo Mike. Anyway what do you want me to do? Flash can handle Buu.

I received a text that made me jump slightly as I brushed my teeth. I picked up my phone and saw the words: Run a bath. A cold one. Don't ask why, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

I looked at my phone funny and shut it, perhaps Trav had fallen in some kinda hot tar.....nah he'd be dead. I went upstairs and ran a cold bath, and to make sure it stayed cold I filled it with some ice. "Trav, you've got some crazy still in you," I said quietly.

I turned back to leave the bathroom and I went downstairs again to find another news report, "Police have lost all signs of the creature around 64th Avenue. Police were chasing the creature down this street when it suddenly took flight....."

I froze and looked toward the back door, 64th was so close. I ran back upstairs and grabbed the knife Travis had bought me as a present from the Renaissance Festival and went back down stairs. I crept around the corner and looked, there was nothing. I sighed and laid my knife on the table.

Then there was a great roar from outside, and soon I was there too, looking up in the sky.

There was a blinding flash of light in the car park behind the Starbucks on 66th Street, followed by the sound of a few car alarms going off. The clump of marching feet could be heard and suddenly a whole unit of 30 Chaos Warriors emerged, with Thorgar at their head.
"Lord, where are we?" asked the unit's champion, as they all nervously looked around at their new world. Thorgar was silent for many moments, surveying his surroundings before he responded "I know not. But wherever we are the Gods must have a plan for us. The Herald had said there would be a guide once we reached our destination. I am not convinced this is where we should be, but we must find that guide."
Then he merely raised his massive axe to point down 3rd Avenue. It was a clear signal to mobilise, and as one the unit moved forward, remaining in formation. A few passers by with strange objects (cameras), stopped to gawk at them. "Cool cosplay man." someone said.
"Silence!" Thorgar roared in return, the man backing away with fear in his eyes.

It was then that the Police came into view. Though Thorgar did not know that that was what they were, he saw the pistols, and knew they were warriors of this plane. "Raise the banner! We shall see if they worship the Gods!" he barked, and the standard bearer raised it high and mighty, the giant symbol of the eight pointed star flapping in the wind. The unit continued to march towards the cops, and one of them alerted his comrades upon noticing them. They all turned around, startled.
"Look, I know it said there was an American Godzilla, but you LARPers or Historical Recreationists or whatever you are are going to get yourself killed if you- Hey, are those weapons real!?" said one of them, Thorgar assumed he was their champion.
"We are the servants of the Dark Gods! Chaos is our master! I, Thorgar the Blooded One, issue challenge to you weakling scum!" he answered, raising his axe. The five men opened fire as soon as Thorgar took his first swing. Angered that they would dare dishonour such a duel the whole unit charged forward to slaughter the men. Lucky shots to the eyes and neck killed two members, including the musician, but the threats were eliminated before they could begin. Thorgar personally killed the one who had spoken to him, burying his axe between his eyes.
"How like the weakling humans to hide behind their hand cannons." he spat, wrenching his axe free from the man's head.

Suddenly there was a burst of movement, and a creature appeared over 64th Street. "Dragon!" announced the unit's champion with relish "There must be Elves here!"
"Good" replied Thorgar "these fools were not fit for the skull throne. If it is a Chaos Dragon it may lead us to the guide, if it is Elven, it shall provide some good sport. Unit forward! Make some noise!"
And as one the ranks of towering Warriors in their blood red armour moved off in the direction of 64th Street, beating their weapons against their shields to create a great clanking noise. They completely ignored the various civilians and news crews, and soon live footage of the warriors marching forth to attempt to confront the Dragon (and slaughtering five officers) was all over the news and the internet.

"Shit!" I yelled as Homeland Security burst through the door. I was suppose to be partying and enjoying my last week of college without any classwork to worry about. "I can't believe this is happening." I said annoyed by everything that was going on. I know I seemed selfish, but I was really waiting on this day. Us winning the race was something extra onto this potentially glorious day.

After packing a lot of my clothes, and the most valuable of my things into two duffel bags. I would have to leave the rest in my room and hope my dorm room remained in one piece. I didn't even let Brandon and Floyd know that i had left the chat.

"Sorry Clark, but I gotta go. My friend Matt is letting me and the other guys in our boat stay at his house since our flights got canceled." I explained. I guess a road trip would be fun with Ryan, Colin, Matt, and Ben. I grabbed my key after getting Clark out of my room. "I guess you'll have to stay here till your costume comes out the wash. You can find a T.V. in someone's room in the dorm, I don't have one." I said. I now had a pair of sunglasses on, and my gold chain and my medals around my neck. "Seeya around man! I said before locking my door and heading outside. My first step wasn't a good one. I stepped into some kind of tar on the ground. "I'm fucking loving this day!" I said in frustration before continuing on and hopping into a van.

"I heard you ditched the Novices." My teammate Colin said with somewhat approval. I chuckled, but I wasn't ready to start telling them what happened.

"How did you guys get this?" I said, speaking about the van. Everyone seemed to find my question funny except for Ben.

"Well during the chaos, Ryan and Colin thought it would be a great idea to steal one of Bill's vans. I took my seat in the back as I shook my head. I looked at my shoe, but the black tar-like substance was gone. That was a relief.

"Anything else I should know?" I asked.

"Well... Oars and Whores isn't a party anymore... It's a country wide tour! We were able to get the drinks! Now all we need are some slam pieces." Ryan said with excitement. Everyone in the van were either laughing or smiling. The situation was disastrous, but The Varsity Crew guys always found a way to brighten up any situation that came their way. The van started up, and we were on our way.

I shook my head and shrugged, "Sorry, Cas, that was my last batch of burgers. That was tonight's dinner, actually." I said with a look of slight irritation. I really needed to go to the store BEFORE I ran out of food. As Cas advised me to keep track of everyone, I turned back to the computer and nodded, "Yeah, no prob."

Brandon: I mean today. Anyone else experiencing this fiction reality cross over?
Brandon: We need to get everyone who had a fictional character on track.
Brandon: And we need to establish who is a friend and who is a foe.
Brandon: Well, we know that Buu isn't a friend. Flash is a good guy, though, right?
Brandon: So we have Cas, Savannah, Milo, Superman, and Flash. Who do we know of as our enemies?
Brandon: Buu, obviously.
Brandon: Mike, anything to add?
Brandon: Mike?
Brandon: Miiiiike?
Brandon: ........
Brandon: Shit.
Brandon: Alright, I guess it's just us three then. Floyd, you have a TV, check the other channels and see if the news has picked anything else up.'
Brandon: I'ma run to the store and grab some more hamburger. Cas eats it like there's no tomorrow.

I got up, grabbed my keys and went to the door, firmly locking it behind me. Only then did I realize that Savannah had no idea what was going on. I opened the door and said, "Stay here. I'll grab you some more inconspicuous clothes while I'm out.

I shut the door and drove out of the parking garage. No doubt this would be a quick trip of about five minutes.

Savannah, now alone in the apartment, turned slowly to the computer. She began to take off her armor, placing it neatly on one of my kitchen chairs and then sat down at the machine.

Brandon: hhika;ld
Brandon: Er...
Brandon: Greetings?
Brandon: You are the allies which the Creator spoke of, yes?
Brandon: My name is Savannah, knight first class. I am pleased to make your acquaintances, Sers.

Castiel nodded, a look of sadness coming across his face, no more burgers, how could he survive without his precious meat, ketchup, mustard, french fries, all great delicacies. He'd gotten some restaurants started up in Heaven, such as Steak N Shake, and ever since he took over, the Angels had been happier, and the residents of the after-life. "Alright then Brandon stay safe, call me if you run into any confrontation.
..............
Floyd sat at his laptop, Milo leaning back in one of my spinny chairs.

Floydchulance: What? Your leaving? Aw man, anyway Flash is a good guy, All lI know is Buu I'll watch the news

Floyd sat in his apartment, doing as Brandon had instructed, it appeared there was mass chaos everywhere, some warriors from some video game were killing people, and the American Godzilla had been spotted in Colorado, Father, and his Manequin soldiers were in Florida, and to top it off, and Flash was in a face off with Majin Buu. I turned back to my laptop, only to see Milo had created another one.

"That thing you have is a piece of trash, take this one." My face brightened up. "Thanks Milo" I turned on the laptop, as it came on, I turned my attention to CNN, I headed to Meebo, logged in, and went to Aim.

FloydChulance: Ah, nice to meet you, I'm Floyd.
Milo Ventro: I'm Milo, the greatest superhero ever
FloydChulance: Yea, are you a BBB? You know the Creator loooves BBB's

Milo began laughing, unable to type, and I did the same,

The walk home wasn't easy. Hiding the Squirtle from public sight was not an easy task. And it took Travis a good ten minutes to calm the Squirtle enough to where Travis could actually gain the trust for him to be picked up. Hiding him wasn't easy, Travis got lots of strange looks, but he didn't care. He walked fast home.

Police were traveling everywhere and that wasn't something Travis was for. He was kinda scared of Law Enforcement, for personal reasons.

Travis was not ten steps away from the house when a deafening roar was heard nearby. Travis stopped dead in his tracks, shut his eyes and walked to his house. The Squirtle inside his shirt was clinging to his chest in fright which both hurt and weirded out Travis, but he ignored it. On the porch, Travis tried opening the door, but he couldn't find the handle as his eyes refused to open.

"Jesse.....come open the door..."