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This takes place in a universe where multiuniversal travel can and will happen. Don’t question it too much, your head will hurt. Michael Afton (Yes, the one from the FNAF franchise.) feels a sudden pain in his chest. “Agh…FUCK.” It was definitely the REAL Crowley. You must be asking what I mean by “Real Crowley”. Well while Michael was minding his own business watching his father being burnt alive, he got transported to the Good Omens universe. He obviously does not know what is happening, and will figure it out. Most likely.
All of a sudden he had the urge to get in a car that was not his, and go to a place which he didn’t know existed. He wasn’t up for it quite frankly, but he didn’t exactly want to upset the demon. He knew it was a demon, I mean, what else could explain the snake eyes and weird powers. He accidentally had a hole open up under someone and the earth swallowed them whole. So he hopped into the car (on the wrong side, because he is American), and the Bentley drove off; going faster than it really should in central London.
Michael looks around the car, feeling cozy. He spots around 30 plants in the back seats-who in god's name keeps this many plants in their car? He wasn’t about to spend important brain power on stupid questions like that. He had to figure out what in the world was going on, and whose body he was currently inhabiting.
He reaches to the stack of cd’s to play a song to calm his nerves. “Ah..classical? A bit old timey but it should be fine.” As Michael put in the CD, he expected classical music to begin playing. What instead happened, was the beginning of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. ‘That’s odd’, Michael thought. He didn’t believe in magic, so he thought that the CD’s were mislabeled. Whatever, he wasn’t about to reach into the stack and choose another one. He was content with the music playing and remained blissfully unaware at the fact that the Bentley was driving faster and faster to the awaited destination. He began to fade in and out of his consciousness as the words of Freddie Mercury acted as his lullaby. “Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango? Thunder….”
BAM! Michael awoke to being jerked forward by the sudden stop of the Bentley. They were here. “Where is here…exactly?” Shut up Michael, you can’t see this. “Oh,right. Carry on.” Ehem, anyways. The Bentley stood on the corner of Wardour street, right next to a fascinatingly old bookshop. He watched as a tartan wearing man exited the shop, looking around frantically before noticing the Bentley parked on the curb. He dashes over and knocks on the window. The Bentley…rolls down the window. Michael didn’t get a good look at his face before, but he did now. As soon as he met eyes with the man a million feelings overflowed his body. He choked back a sob and tears rolled down his face. He didn’t know why. He felt pain. The type of pain that would rip someone’s heart into shreds. He would assume that the body he was in absolutely despised the kind man in front of him, but it was the complete opposite. All Michael could feel was love. It was love in its purest form. He loved the man in front of him.
“I’m sorry my dear…I must have had the wrong person.” His smile reached his eyes and it was as if the heavens sang a choir. “Aziraphale.” The word escaped Michaels mouth unintentionally. He didn’t know who that was. He’s never even heard of that name. Yet he said it. The kindest man on earth, Aziraphale, looked at Michael with a confused expression, “How did you..” and then it hit him. “….Crowley?”
Will Graham and Hannibal also happen to be there, a little ways off.
They were out buying stuff for their 5 course meal. They happened to go to the grocery store across Aziraphales or A.Z.Phale’s, bookshop. All of a sudden a portal opens…and out falls.. Egbert, Dave, and Rose from Homestuck. Yes, Homestuck!
“Ow…where are we?” Egbert says.
“I dont fucking know??” Dave replies snarkily.
“I believe we’re in…London?” Rose quipped.
“Huh…I hate British people.” Adds on Egbert.
“Give me a moment while I try to figure out our situation.” says Rose.
“Hm..it seems as if we have to go to a…tad field..air base? It looks like that's how we’ll get out of here.”
“I fucking hate walking. I’m too cool for it.” Dave says. And then Dave floats. Because he can, because he’s cool enough to do that. The trio walk/float to Tadfield airbase.
A few minutes earlier, before Michael/Crowley arrive at Aziraphales bookshop. We’re in another part of London, still in SoHo, just at the coffee shop two streets down from where the homestuck kids landed.
We zoom into ANOTHER trio, this one oddly dressed, and definitely more rowdy.
“AGHHHH WHERE ARE WE???”
“CALM DOWN!! We can figure this out!! STOP EATING THE POLE”
The sound of teeth on metal can be heard.
“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT IS THIS WHERE ARE WE OH MY GOD”
“ZENITSU! BREATHE.”
The yellow boy, who was named as…Zenitsu, was panicking quite a bit.
“How can I calm down Tanjirooooooooo……THERE COULD BE DEMONS HERE FOR ALL WE KNOW..” Zenitsu wailed.
The boy in the checkered…coat? Continues to reassure Zenitsu. “Inosuke! Do NOT yell at random people! I'm so sorry…”
Tanjiro, who was now apologizing for the boar boy's behavior (Inosuke), was not paying attention to the sound of vehicles approaching them very quickly. A vehicle that was blasting Queen.
“TANJIRO!” Zenitsu shouts.
The Bentley swerves around Tanjiro and co. Its driver seems to apologize quickly to them. Whereas his reflections paid no mind to the boys. Other than a quick glance, of course. Maybe an eye roll.
“WHAT WAS THAT MANIAC THINKING!! GOING THAT FAST…”
(Cars did exist in the demon slayer universe).
“Hey Zenitsu…” “Didn’t that guy look…off to you?”
It was the scent that Tanjiro caught first. The scent of smoking tar and burning feathers. Followed by the cool aura of snake skin. And the smell of…rotting flesh? That smell was faint compared to the others, but you could still tell it was there.
“We have to follow him.” He recognized that smell. It was the smell of a demon.
“WHY??”
“Because I think…the man in that car is a demon. I haven’t smelled one that powerful in a bit. I don’t know where we are but people could get hurt!”
“HAHAHAH!! YES! TIME TO HUNT THIS DEMON!”
Inosuke already began running after the Bentley, Tanjiro following suit.
“AGHHHH OKAY..” Zenitsu runs behind them, not with much motivation other than not wanting to be left behind.