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Earth-1898

The personal bedroom inside a famous chocolate factory.

Floating, one can be peaceful in this place, forever floating in in the empty sky.

"Mr. Bucket!"

There's that noise again, anyways back to tranquility. If he can somehow bring people-

"Mr. Bucket! Nothing's working, quick get the juice!

Juice? Suddenly the peaceful sky was replaced by a violent sea that tasted absolutely awful. One moment he closed his eyes drowning in the foul sea, the next Charlie Bucket was sitting up on his bed, covered in disgusting Snozzcumber juice. Why is it that the most healthy food in the world (so healthy that it was possible you could eat it all your life without any ill effects and malnutrition) tricked your brain so that it tasted like the most putrid, rotten, nasty, indigestible thing a person could think of?

"Oh, my head." Charlie was not feeling good. "What happened?" Charlie was being tended to by various doll size men with golden hair while his American accented assistant watched on.

"I told you not to drink that Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster." James Henry Trotter shock his head, if this is how Mr. Bucket acted intoxicated he dreaded to think about dealing with a drunk Willy Wonka.

"The Guide said it was the Best Drink in Existence, it might have made for a good candy flavor. Did I do anything ... odd?"

"Brothers!" A shirtless Charlie called out from the top of the chocolate waterfall, completely unaware that no one was listening to him. "FOR TOO LONG WE HAD TO SUFFERED UNDER THE TYRANNY OF WILLY WONKA AND HIS LITTLE MINION!" Charlie spoke like he was a mad scientist that walked straight out of a black and white 50s b-movie. "THIS MOCKERY OF NATURE SERVE AS A SYMBOL OF OUR OPPRESSION, WELL NO MORE! THIS WILL MAKE THEM BLEED!"

He reached to his crotch and-

*ZIP*

"Oh, there you are. We were-MR. BUCKET, NO!"

"Not important!" For now at least it was best to save his employer the embarrassment of trying to "liberate" the Oompa Loompas by running around in their village shouting "FREEDOM!" over and over again while naked and that was probably the most tame. "Look at this." James handed Charlie a IPad. Looking over the data on the pad, Charlie grew more and more awake as if caffeine was directly injected in his system.

"Sir?" James look at Charlie with worry. "The juice please." James handed him a plastic bottle filled with the repulsive liquid, looking away as his employer messily chugged the entire bottle, small droplets dripped down his face.

"When did this happened?"

"Last night, we've been trying wake you up for hours." Charlie immediately jumped off his bed and crouched down to one of the Oompa Loompa's eye level. "Prepare the Elevator! I'd hate to impose this on you but it is not an exaggeration that it might be a matter of life and death." Charlie's faithful worker saluted and went on his way. "Have a quick breakfast, as soon as its ready we lea - what's wrong?"

James was covering his eyes with a hand. "What do you think?" Charlie felt a slight chill in his, ahem, lower area. His cheeks turned red, "My apologies, you didn't have to see that." James swiftly left the room while Charlie walked to his closet to get dressed. Please let this be no more than random spikes and not an omen for something terrible.

The next day

In a Chines restaurant, somewhere in England, one of the patrons was happy enjoying his meal. He looked normal enough but if one were to take a good look at his eyes they would notice a lack of an iris, just a large pupil. He had plans, have a nice dinner, go out to a bar, find a nice girl and, well, I think you know the rest.

Unfortunately it looks like he'll have to put those plans on hold, so engrossed in his meal he didn't notice a middle age woman enter the restaurant, walk up to his table, and take a seat in the chair opposite to him.

"Mr. Hyde," the woman tried to get his attention. Hyde stopped eating for a moment than quickly went back to his meal, grinning to himself.

The woman took a deep breath, knowing better than to indulge Hyde. "Would you like a repeat of our first meeting."

Hyde dropped his fork with a clang, rolling his eyes and letting out an annoyed groan. He looked up form his meal and gave the woman an large, sinister smile.

"Hello Teachy," Hyde greeted with his thick Irish accent.

Dr. Zoe Van Helsing started rubbing the sides of her head, feeling a headache coming on. Unlike the other members of their little "club" Zoey did not have the pleasure of only dealing with Hyde during their "business trips" together, but its not like she didn't know what she was getting into when she hired Dr. Tom Jackman for the Harker Foundation and with her years of experience fighting monsters, she was more than prepared to handle Mr. Hyde should he get out of hand, but God he was annoying.

"If your wondering, Dr. Jackman's wife said you'd be at your favorite restaurant."

Hyde let out a humorless chuckle, "I'm surprised she ended up staying".

"Speaking from experience, being dead can make one reevaluate their life," Zoey quietly stated with an uncomfortable look on her face, even Hyde's smile slightly faded at that statement.

Six months, Six months ago about half of the population of the planet turned into dust and a few hours later everyone came back. James, John, and Zoe all got dusted, barley able to recall where exactly they went. As for the two that survived, Sherlock locked himself in his room, jacking up on cocaine and refusing to come out even when the whole thing was over (the drugs made him think that a restored John, Mary, and Basil were not real), and Tom was ready to put himself out of his misery after he watched his family die. If not for the intervention of Hyde, Daddies brains would be all over the floor.

Then the dusted came back. Questions were asked, governments accused each other, the dead that were killed in accidents were mourned, and much like the Tripod War, the world moved on.

"So," Hyde began, his playful yet devious demeanor returning, "question of the day, to what do I owe this pleasure? Are you feeling lonely tonight" Hyde looked at Van Helsing flirtatiously.

Van Helsing resisted the urge to gag, "it's M," she began. "He has called upon our services again"

"Uhhhh," Hyde let out a frustrated wine, not really wanting to deviate from his plans. Well, if he wanted the authorities to continue to "look the other way" he'll have to play solider for now.

"What is it this time?" Hyde didn't make any effort to hide his distaste.

Three weeks ago

Somewhere in the countryside

Hank Morgan was putting the finishing touches on the machine he was ordered to build, it wouldn't be that unusual if he knew exactly what it did as well as the nature of the "man" overlooking his work.

"No, no, NO, you're doing it wrong!" a cranky voice shouted behind him. Coming to Hank's view the owner of the voice turned out to be, of all things, an anthropomorphic orange tabby cat, wearing a striped sweater, who's full height barely reached up to his knees.

A few years ago Hank would have been disbelieving of his eyes but thanks to some personal experience, as well as some world events in the last ten years that have made him reluctantly expand his suspension of disbelief, a talking cat seems normal besides he and the other engineers were briefed on the Moreau incident that led to a new kind of ethnic group, that and Petey came from Piqua, Ohio AKA Weirdtown, USA.

Petey was in a less than good mood. "How have you messed up this time Morgan, what did you ... do ...to... the...uh huh?" Petey complained only to look over the measuring equipment he had Morgan assembled and saw that all of his instructions were filled to a T.

"Well?" Hank asked, a smug, knowing look on his face.

Petey was dumbfounded, everything was just right. The four towers were the right height, the were set up in the right possession forming a small squire, the wires were connected correctly, the satellite dishes were pointed in the right direction, everything, just everything was exactly how it should be.

"..."

"What was that?" Hank leaned towards Petey, a wide smile on his face.

"Good work," Petey begrudgingly complimented, "*DEEP BREATH* We're ready to begin."

Stepping back from Hank, Petey snapped his fingers to get the other engineers and scientists attentions. "Alright everyone get to your posts because we're ready to begin, try not to screw this up!"

Petey and Hank walked out of the danger zone and into the back of a large van. They then joined a younger looking man with nerdy glasses, behind an assortment of computer monitors.

"Everyone ready?" Hank asked, wanting to make sure.

"Looks that way," the young man replied, looking at his phone and seeing the various confirmation texts from the engineers and scientists from their respective vans.

"Well then," Petey started typing a few commands on his personal homemade keyboard, looking at the camera feed on his own monitor, showing a soon-to-be-not empty space. "Prepare to give out the orders Q, lets fire these babies up."

"He won't say anything until we get there," Zoe deadpanned, "like always".

Hyde rolled his eyes, new M same ways of manipulation, so annoying and disappointing.

"Sherlock and John are waiting in the car," Van Helsing continued, "James is waiting for us at Whitehall. We're all waiting for you so please don't bother wasting our time" Zoe pulled back on her jacket, revealing just one of the many custom made firearms she owns.

Hyde looked down at his plate, there was still some food that has yet to be eaten.

Hyde looked back up at Zoe, "Can't I finish my food first Teachy? I'll promise I'll behave at class." Hyde said, though his eyes had a pleading look in them, the corners of his lips were turned upwards.

Van Helsing got up from her chair, she needs to avoid a public scene as much as possible.

"You have five minutes," she compromised and promptly left the restaurant.

The childish man giggled to himself, he always liked to push people's buttons but the woman he called Teachy, after their long history working together (more like Daddy and him work under her and if he steps out of line she'll make sure to put him in a world of sweet sweet pain) something about her reactions when she was pissed off both scarred and exited him.

Q looked at the energy readings that the equipment sent to his computer. 'Wow,' he thought to himself 'this isn't what we expected'.

As a privet man who doesn't bother socializing, Q wasn't as badly effected by the dusting as other people were. Oh, he was certainly shocked and terrified and he did shed tears when his cats were among the dusted but other that that Q didn't have anyone to morn. The man wasn't really close to any of his colleges at MI6, he liked them just fine, but there wasn't anyone he could call friend and as for his family, the less said about them the better.

Hank Morgan observed the people working around him, their computers showing information he couldn't begin to understand. His own computer showed only the camera feeds outside and a few controls for the equipment and tools he helped build. When the dusting happened he was extremely lucky as his own wife and daughter were spared. However he grew increasingly paranoid, barricading his house and letting no one come in or out, threatening to shoot anyone outside of his family if they did so. He quite frightened H.C and even sweet oblivious Sandy could tell something was wrong with her husband.

'This better explain what went on,' Hank held a grim expression on his face, 'I won't let another Camelot happen'.

Petey's frown deepened as he processed the information shown on his computer, 'Disappointing'.

The energy readings were so so close to the ones he recorded when everyone dusted and came back but it still wasn't the same so it looks like he won't get direct answers anytime soon. It was just another day with his son staying over for the week when the Dusting hit. He can still remember Li'l Petey's terrified face when he slowly crumbled away, that image will undoubtedly haunt him for years. After the dusting came and went, Petey worked endlessly day and night creating a machine that detected very faint traces of energy in the spot where his son vanished and came back.

Sending his findings to some of the top minds in the world (of various professions) and they soon formed a network known as 'The Finders' their mission: to find the source of the dusting.

When one of their members (The Quartermaster of MI6's Q branch) detected a particularity large reading in the countryside, the Finders manged to get funding from both the American and British governments for an experiment and well, here they are.

"Well," Hank began standing up from his seat, " We've come this far, seems like shame to stop now."

"I'm not too sure," Q shared his concerns, "All we have is a theory. This isn't even the exact same reading as the other areas, suppose something goes wrong".

"I see what you mean," Petey rubbed his forehead out of frustration, "but we can't come back to our governments with nothing and besides the patterns aren't too different, maybe it won't be that dissimilar from our theories."

The trio looked at each other in contemplation, finally Hank spoke up, "How about we take a vote with the others?"

"Fine!"

"That's a sound idea."

As soon as Hyde left the restaurant, Zoe was there waiting for him an unamused look on her face. An ambulance was behind her at the other side of the road. Its paramedics were carting off a heavily injured man from a back alley.

"What?" Hyde questioned, "You don't think I had something to do with that?"

No part of Zoe moved an inch.

"Ok," Hyde chuckled, "you caught me, but you should know that he was a mugger, he was practically asking for it. Don't worry he'll live if the doctors do their job." And that much was true, the mugger would live but he'll probably wish Hyde had killed him that night.

Zoe turned around and walked back to her car, getting back to business "If you don't want to be bored then let Jackman drive."

"Ughhhh." Hyde groaned, seeing the logic in her words. Around him street and headlights flickered on and off as Hyde slowly closed his eyes.

When the eyes opened it wasn't the black of Hyde but the green of Dr. Tom Jackman. He was older, shorter, hair more messy and looking a bit confused. "What?" Tom looked around him, he took notice of Zoe Van Helsing.

"Zoe?" Tom was about to ask Zoe something before Hyde mentally sent the memory of their conversation in the restaurant earlier. "Oh."

"Come on," Zoe urged Tom to fallow her, grinning as she did so. Tom was much more nicer and easier to be around, no doubt about it.

"You know I can still hear him in my head." Tom complained as he walked up to the back passenger seat of Zoe's car. "And we thank you for your sacrifice," Zoe snarked as she stepped into the drivers seat.

Dr. John Watson was already in the back seat when Tom stepped in and he had to scoot over to make room for Tom letting out a quick hello. John put down the newspaper he was reading, he was on an article that talked about a "Jay Gatsby" being murdered.

"He's asking about your "boyfriend"," Tom's face told them Hyde won't stop.

"It's an interesting subject" Sherlock Holmes spoke up from the front passenger seat.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Van Helsing started the car and drove off.

"If he wasn't a homicidal murderer, you could have fooled me." John shrugged.

Despite their teasing they do bring up a worrying feeling. Dracula hasn't been seen since that whole business with his Other League. One moment Dracula, Ms Utterson, Dr Alphonse Moreau, and Sebastian Moran were being transported to a maximum security prison, the next they and the transport vehicle were gone, and absolutely no trace of them was left. Its like all signs of them are gone, even back then when she didn't see Dracula for months he always made sure she found his "left overs" to let her know he was still around but now: nothing. Sherlock thinks that either he and his minions are planning something big (which Zoe would believe if the count was still leaving his markings everywhere) or something took them. If that something were to take Dracula away, they have to have someway of restraining or controlling him and she'd admit, something that powerful terrified her, she really hoped that wasn't the case. Zoe had enough to worry about without wondering where Dracula was, after all other vampires were still roaming around the country, idiots thinking they could work with or control demons, so called witches always on the hunt for little children, and that wasn't taking in the fact that, yet again, Her Majesties government called upon the serves of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

Zoe stopped her musings and focused on the road ahead, it was going to be a long drive.

The vote came in, a majority felt they should go through with the experiment. They soon stared up the secondary activation sequence.

What happen next, no one could have expected.

Zoe's car finally made it to the currently temporary headquarters of MI6 Whitehall (the passengers having made small talk with each other during the trip) getting through the necessary security precautions. When they entered the courtyard of the MI6 headquarters there, waiting for them, was the final member of the group, 007 himself, James Bond dressed in one of his usual fancy suits.

"Afternoon," James greeted his colleagues, shaking each of their hands. "How are your families"?

"Thank you for asking," John smiled, "Rosie and Mary are doing fine."

"Me and Claire are doing better," if there was one thing Jackman was grateful to the Dusting for is that it made him and Claire reevaluate their marriage, "my boys ... are still themselves." it was generally agreed that something about Tom's sons, Eddie and Harry, was creepy, not evil or even malicious in any way, just off putting.

"Boring!" Sherlock called out, but everyone knew that deep down he really cared.

All together, side by side, at first glance these were ordinary people but these people posses particular skills and talents that when put together form something extraordinary. They are the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen or simply the League or LXG (because who would be intimidated by legs), a group that the British government formed to investigate and combat threats that are considered "strange" and "unusual". Though not always getting along with each other, they do their job well enough and when the League is gathered a few things were guaranteed: It's gonna be scary, thrilling, a little bit exciting, and when it's over the world will look a little less sane.

The machine was supposed to eliminate a trail that could potentially lead to the origins of the Dusting. Instead a ball of purple lighting started spontaneously generating in the center of the square. At first it was just throwing out a few sparks, but then it rabidly grew to small strikes, much the the confusion and concern of the assembled group.

"I've turned everything but the cameras off!" a panicked Hank called out, "what about your end?"

"Oh, sh**," Q was looking at the message bored. All of his colleagues had the same idea as Hank, "nothing's working!"

"RATS!" in a fit of anger Petey threw his own keyboard on the ground, smashing it. The cat looked over at Hanks computer to check outside with Q soon joining in.

The lighting stopped suddenly and then the ball turned into a swirl of purple clouds that quickly grew in height and with until the swirl was roughly the same size as a small van.

"Wha-," Hank was dumbfounded, "I i-is that ... possible?"

"Morgan," Q began as a matter of factly, "think about what happened over the last few years and define possible, hell, look at who we're in the van with." Honestly although Hank is a brilliant engineer and mechanic he could also be frustratingly skeptical.

The trio continued to look at the camera feed, unsure of what to do. Hank suddenly noticed something in the almost transparent center of the circle. Call him crazy but was that ... a hand?

The League came to M's door where Eve Moneypenny is at her usual possession.

"Afternoon, gentlemen." Eve greeted, not looking up from her work "and lady."

"Thank you," Zoe shook her head, why their bosses kept that old Victorian name is beyond her.

"Monneypenny", 007 looked at Eve a little longer than the others something that Sherlock took notice of. Based on Moneypenny's nail polish, neatly applied makeup, and expensive perfume she had a date soon. Looking at James, Sherlock saw an element of disappointment on his usual stoic face, and a change in his breathing indicated he was interested in more than just another one night stand with Monneypenny which considering this is James Bond was quite surprising.

Suddenly the lamp on Eve's desk and the lights in the room flickered on and off, everyone became alert at Tom. The flickering soon stopped and thankfully Tom was still Tom. "He wants to say hi" Tom said to Moneypenny. Eve just went back to work, not wanting to acknowledge Hyde.

"I know he's a psychopath but he has to know she'll always react the same right?" John asked Tom, "That won't stop him from trying."

M's office door opened and out stepped Bill Tanner. "Afternoon League, M's ready for you."

'Finally', Zoe led the group into the room where behind a sat the newly appointed head of MI6, Mycroft Holmes or M.

"Mycroft" Sherlock was the first to speak up, his brother disapproved.

"I know that in all likelihood you'll not care but, much like my predecessor, when you are on missions you are to refer to me as M or Sir." M stood up form his desk, looking at all of the members of the League. The other members didn't have to be Sherlock to tell that something had spooked him.

"Well now," M began, "you should be informed that this mission is of a very delicate matter." M got out the case files and handed a copy to each person,

"Exactly how delicate are we talking about?" Tom asked.

"It ties into the Dusting." And on that bombshell all of the League, most notably the ones who were victims of the Dusting themselves, grew tense and a bit fighten.

"How much is it connected?" Zoe asked.

"Open the files," the League did so. In the files were some blue prints and several photographs, one depicting an overhead view of the testing area where the Finders performed their experiment, several showing not just the purple cloud swirl from the original experiment but several more swirls in a multitude of locations taken from various angles, and a group photo showing the present Finders a few hours before preforming that fateful experiment. It was this last one that M brought attention to.

"If you haven't noticed, look at what's next to the American's knee."

"Sorry, which one's the American?" even though Tom was looking at M it was James who answered.

"He's the one wearing a stetson." Tom turned his view at Hank Morgan. How did he not realize that? Next to Hank stood Petey doing an obviously fake smile.

"Oh wow," John was surprised at Petey, much to the confusion of Tom, "Did you forget Moreau and that Paddington station sighting?"

"No, it's just that he looks a lot less creepy then that film." Zoe chuckled at that, James found that silently amusing, Tom could here Hyde's laughter, and Sherlock had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. Either way it was a nice little joke that relieved some of the tense atmosphere.

"Getting back to the point," M got everyone attention, "When the Dusting happened this ... feline's son was among..."

"Did any of you see that?" Hank asked his colleagues.

"How can you miss that ... whatever it is," evidently Petey had no idea what Hank was talking about.

Q on the other was more willing to listen, "What do you mean?"

"I've - I thought - nevermind I'm just-" there it was again and this time it stayed long enough for the others to notice it. "What the," Q was confused. The hand came more and more into view soon revealing the outline of a head and the top half of a torso. The trio was astonished, "there's a man in there," Petey spoke up. The hand soon came out of the swirl where the Finders could view in clarity, it was covered in a black glove and the arm having a blue sleeve with a golden cuff. Abruptly the arm was pulled back and it looked like the man was struggling with something no one could see before his outline faded away.

"He's in trouble," Hank spoke up with urgency, "he needs help NOW!"

"Morgan," Q stated quickly, "I understand the situation but how-"

Q was cut off as out of nowhere, Hank pulled out a lasso, kicked open the van doors, and ran outside towards what he now thinks is a portal, Q and Petey fallowing soon after. "Wait," Petey called out, "did you have that rope the whole time?"

As soon as he got to the portal Hank threw one end of the lasso into the portal and waited. I was at this point the other scientist and engineers got out of their vehicles to check out what's going on. Hank then felt a few tugs on his rope and began pulling, unfortunately something stronger than him pulled back, moving him closer to the portal. "Help," to say that Hank was in need assistance would be an understatement, "I can't do this on my own"! At that Q and Petey went to his aid, grabbing other parts of the lasso, but because Q wasn't very strong and Petey was, well, a cat they weren't much help. The other Finders soon joined in on pulling the lasso and after some struggle they finally pulled the man out landing on the ground face front.

He was breathing hard, wearing a dark blue trench coat. The Finders gathered around the stranger, Hank crouched down and turned the exhausted man around, revealing the fact in addition to the trench coat the man was adorned in a golden, eagle shaped armor plate on his chest and he had a strong chinstrap beard. "Hey," Hank got the man's attention, "you alright?" The man sat up and looked at the people (and cat, whose appearance he strangely took in stride) around him, a scene of relief growing. "Humans," he muttered to himself, "are you with S.T.E.A.M.?" suddenly his relief was was gone in a moment.

*CHA-CHINK*

"Appendages in the air," everyone turned around and saw a small green creature, about the same size as a child, with large ruby eyes and short antennae on top of his head, carrying an advanced looking rifle. "You are all know prisoners of the glorious Irken Empire." Spider like mechanical limbs pop out of the Irken's back, using them to make himself look taller.

"If you all want to live do as he says." Although the man appeared to be surrendering a quick glance at Hank's hip told the mechanic all he needed to know. "If you all corporate we might not experiment on you," as the Irken look over his "prisoners" Hank discreetly reached to his hip and got an old fashioned cowboy style revolver with the Irken non the wiser. By the time the Irken realized what Hank was doing it was too late. *BANG* The bullet went through the side of the Irken's torso. The alien quickly turned his attention at Hank, seemingly no bothered by the gaping hole on his side, he took aim with his rifle. *CLICK* Nothing. *CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* The Irken looked at his gun then back at Hank, back at his gun then back at Hank again. The human was grinning side to side and the Irken's own grin was sheepish. "How about we pretend that didn't happened and continue where we were, deal?" The only response the Irken got was a gun aimed between his eyes, "aw man."

Hank proceeded to empty his gun into his enemy's rather large forehead. The Irken stumbled forward then backward before collapsing. "Did you know his gun was not loaded?" Hank asked, the stranger nodded in conformation. "If it was loaded you'd hear it powering up." The adrenaline rush the stranger felt started to fade.

"Excuse me," Q spoke up. "You asked if we were with ... steam? I think? What exactly is that?" The stranger's exhaustion meant he didn't register Q's questions. "Ge-get ... Liberty.."

"Somebody call an ambulance he's gonna-" Too late, the man collapsed right on top of a unlucky cat. "GET HIM OFF ME!" Some of the Finders picked up the fallen man, one called the paramedics, while the others went back to their work stations to summarize and report their findings. Petey was left on the ground, more angry than ever. He picked himself up and stormed to Q and Hank. He had a few choice words about bringing a gun to an experiment. As for the alien body: it was completely abandoned.

"After the man loss conscience he was escorted to a nearby medical facility. He's quite alright, only suffering from minor injuries and exhaustion. When he woke up he had quite the story to tell." For the last half hour M has going over the events surrounding the finder's experiment, the League would be in various states of disbelief if not for the Dusting and the fact that M wouldn't joke about this.

"What happened to the body?" Zoe was very interested in the chance to do a dissection.

"Its gone," M noted grimly,

"What do you mean gone?" 007 didn't like the possibilities.

"We lost contact with the agent that was assigned to bring it in for study. When we eventually found him all that remained was his charred corpse and a car with a rather large hole, there was no sign of the alien body."

This did note bode well. "Someone stole it?" Tom asked. "No," M began, "the creature got up, murdered the agent, ripped open the car and walked away."

James Bond raised an eyebrow, "Sir?"

"Once you've ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true," M explained. "Other than the Finders no one but the agent and myself knew about this and the car was ripped open from the inside."

"Just having a bit of trouble believing in all of this." James admitted to M.

"Come now 007, surely after your experiences a person surviving being shot multiple times isn't unprecedented." James had to nod at that statement while Sherlock huffed with annoyance, what ever happened to good old rationality and order.

"Returning to the subject of our man, like I already said his claims are quite fantastical. Apparently he was a prisoner of more of the same people as our visitor. They're called the Irken and there are three things about them: they're loud, dedicated to conquest, and, barring a few exceptions, very idiotic or at most have average intelligence, however it seems that they are even more advanced and just as destructive as the ones from the Tripod War." Considering that to this day no one could figure out how the Tripods worked, that was saying something.

"There's something else." Sherlock knowingly stated, M nodded in confirmation.

"Since the original experiment there have been several spikes in energy all around the world. They're quick and fleeting, located in areas with little to no areas by the time we get there every thing was normal, no Irkens or portals. That all changed last night, as you can all see several of them have opened up, we can't figure out how to close them."

"We're gonna have another invasion?!" Zoe barley kept it together in the inside. Humanity only won (a stretch to say even that) the Tripod War because of the Earth's bacteria, from the sound of things either the Irkens have no ill effect from the Earthly microorganisms or they found a way around that issue.

"Everyone's in agreement, given our man's description of the potential invaders and the last time our planet was visited its best that we prepare before it starts." M moved from his desk and made a "follow me" gesture. "I have a car waiting for us. It's best if you heard the rest from the man himself."

The League soon began following M out of Whitehall. "Wait," John called out, "What's the man's name? I mean we can't keep calling him the man." His teammates nodded in agreement. M took a deep breath, "The closest thing we have to his identity is the least fantastic about him that will stretch even your suspension of disbelief. Apparently he is non other than the 16th president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln."

At that all of the League stopped in their tracks, looking at M for some (very unlikely sign) he was joking. Well, can't say he was wrong.

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Earth-1895

A small rural town in America.

People were understandably nervous. To say the last year and few months were hectic would be an understatement. In the last year the entire world went through an invasion by creatures beyond their wildest nightmares then last week half of the population turns to dust and came back (and unlike the invasion the strike force known as S.T.E.A.M. had no idea what happened and were completely powerless) and now this ... this purple cloud swirl thing shows up on the outskirts of town.

"What do you think it is?" one of the towns folk asked.

"It's more of those alien bastards," a peculiarly hysterical citizen called out, "they come to restart their invasion!"

"Calm down," a more rational man tried to reassure his panicked friend, "they didn't come through portals last time, this might be different."

They didn't have to wait for long as with a whoosh and a thud out came another Irken. He was switching back and fourth between surveying the area and checking a small flip book. "Look!" the rationalist pointed out the Irken to his fellow men, that did nothing to ease their fear. "Kill it! KILL IT BEFORE IT KILLS US ALL!"

"Be quite! Now look here I'm going over there and make a good first impression, OK."

"No! Come back here!" But it was too late as his companion made his way to the little green man. Said little green man was busy flipping through 'Inferior Lifeforms and You by Almighty Tallest Spork' to notice the approaching human. "Now lets see here, got myself on soon to be property of the Empire, now to seek out some of the native life."

"Excuse me." The man startled the Irken, "sorry I didn't mean to get you away from your book." "No, no no no," the Irken replied, "you're just want I need". The Irken took a step back. "Now let my find the right page, aha!" The alien directly addressed the human, "I am Stv of the Irkern Empire. Are you an official representative of your planet?"

The human looked at the Irken dumbfound, surprised that he could speak English before regaining his senses. "Sorry for pausing, um, well ... yes, yes I am."

"Great!" Stv flipped throw a few more pages of his book, "lead me to a person or non corporeal being in power so that we may formalize a surrender, if you refuse then you'll be a pile of ash in a few moments."

"W-what?" The man was shaken, here he was about to offer the hand of friendship and this "Irken" was threatening him and his planet in the most polite why possible. Maybe he didn't want to go through with it, yes that's it, that's why he was being so polite. "Look whatever is forcing you to do this you can choose not to. I can show you and your people better-" Blah, Blah, Blah, Stv went back to his book, this specimen was obviously of a lesser intelligence. This lifeform was going on and on about peace and love or something stupid like that and Stv really wanted it to stop. Thankfully the book had a surefire solution to these types of situations.

"Why together this could be the st-" *PEW* While the human was talking Stv took out his pistol and blew a hole in the back of the human's head. This action sent the other towns people into a screaming frenzy. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Stv looked around him in panic. "Wha - did I do something wrong?!" He checked the book. "Nope everything's as it should be." Stv walked back to the portal, not noticing the towns men running towards him with their steam powered guns. By the time they stated shooting Stv was long gone. "Did we scare him off?" Everyone was hopeful. "Keep aim," even though this was the same hysterical man who tried to warn his (now late) friend, he had now calmed down enough to think properly. His advice was right, soon silhouette of more Irkens came into view. In one hour, despite the population's best efforts, the entire town became nothing more than burnt rubble.

Earth-1898

The empty coastline of Sodor

Charlie planted the second to last pole like device that when activated with the other poles would make people not pay attention to the portal they surrounded. He was now dressed in a elaborate purple suit with a top hat and a pin in the shape of a stylized B on his color. Nearby James was standing next to the Great Glass Elevator munching on a peach. He looked down at his peach which was already half way done. "Hmm," no matter how many peaches from all around the world he tried none of them were as good as THE Peach, the one that changed his life forever. "Just have to keep looking."

"Alright James!" James jumped back in surprise, his boss was right next to him having no regard for personal space. "Everything's ready, lets go!" Charlie had a wide smile, although the situation might be dangerous he was excited to discover something new. "Ok, uh, listen Mr. Bucket?" James asked Charlie. "Yes James?"

"Suppose Matilda was wrong, that this really is something harmless."

Charlie stopped in his tracks. "James," he began, "in all of the years working with our head of R&D when have her dreams ever been wrong?" James looked down to the ground in contemplation. Usually when Matilda Honey dreamed about the future it was small, harmless, and often very vague, most of the time it usually meant what your next meal would be. This time it was large, could have dire consequences, and extremely specific. "Can I make a quick text?" Charlie nodded in understanding, "take all the time you need," then walked inside the Elevator.

James took out his phone. "Off on another adventure with Mr. Bucket. Something might be coming. Seek shelter." James remembered when he and his family suffered through the Tripod War together, it wasn't pleasant. He had to warn them ahead of time.

"Ready?" Charlie pressed a sequence of buttons that activated the devices. "Yes please, I want to leave this island as soon as possible." James joined his boss in the Elevator, strapping himself in the Elevator's safety harnesses and belts locking him in place.

"Don't worry my friend, me and the Fat Controller go way way back!." Expertly, Charlie started to push more buttons.

"That's not what I meant!" James was bothered by something but seriously, how would being friends with a railway controller help with the legal trouble? "Ah" Charlie remembered James' little problem. "Really James? You know those thoughts could hurt their feelings." The Elevator got off the ground. "Didn't you realize what you just said?" The Elevator floated towards the portal. "Am I the only one who finds it strange that the trains are-"

*woosh*

"are-are ... whoooa." Suddenly they weren't on Sodor any more. All around them was a large purple vortex, all thoughts of trains left James' head. The Elevator whizzed away from the portal and deeper into the vortex, eventually stopping at a group of advanced looking space craft in various states of disrepair. Charlie looked at his assistant. "Think this is Matilda's little green men?"

James got out a telescope to take a clear look in one of the space craft. "I can't see but I think it's a pretty safe bet to say yes." The spacecraft seemed to notice the Elevator and they all turned to face the humans. James gave Charlie the telescope so his boss can see for himself.

"What are they doing?" asked James. Charlie noticed guns being produced from various compartments of the vessels. "Unfortunately not friendly, THEY HAVE GUNS!" Charlie swiftly put the telescope away and went back to pushing buttons at a quick pace. The Elevator speed away further into the vortex, the spacecraft not far behind.

"They don't look like in top shape," observed James, "maybe the guns aren't working. How do we even know they are guns?" That idea was quickly shot down, literally. *PEW* A beam of light suddenly shot passed the Elevator, soon more beams were all around them.

"Don't worry," Charlie reassured, "Mr. Wonka made this thing shockproof, waterproof, bombproof, bulletproof, and Knidproof!" One of the lasers hit the Elevator, lunging it foreword. James was fine because of the safety precautions but Charlie slammed face first on the glass wall. Charlie got his barrings back and steadied the Elevator. "Oh no, look James!" James saw what his boss was pointing to and noticed (to his shock) a small but noticeable crack in the wall.

"It's fine," James observed as Charlie continued to drive. "It's small, it's not that much damage, as long as you keep dogging them it'll will be all fine." A large shadow suddenly covered the duo causing them to turn around and see a MASSIVE space ship, about the size of a small planet, looming over them.

"James." said Charlie, stopping the Elevator.

"Yes, Mr. Bucket."

"We really should have kept our mouths shut."

"I know sir."

The ship looked like it had seen better days, a crudely painted image of a smiling green alien, it was in better condition than most of the smaller ships but it still possessed a lot of damage and what repairs were made looked very makeshift, obvious that they had little material to work with.

The Elevator was surrounded by the small ships, some of them were pushing it towards the Mothership. "No need, allow me." Charlie maneuvered the Elevator so it landed on the side of the Mothership. He and James checked the Elevator's scanner, "Interesting," Charlie saw that not only the ship's surface had it's own gravity (about the same as Earths) but the atmosphere in the vortex was fully breathable and clean of any pathogens. An alert popped up on the scanner, "A message?" James was confused.

"I'd be rude not to answer." Charlie allowed the message to come through.

"Lincoln *sssssssss* Lincoln, is tha- *sssssssss*" Charlie and James looked to each other in confusion at the barley audible message. "Why haven't you- *sssssss- click* At that the message ended and the duo became surrounded by their pursuers. The pilots of the ships got out, they turned out to be the same race as the painting on the Massive. They all took out their rifles and slowly approached the Elevator. If Charlie and James had a closer view of the Irkens they'd see them slightly shacking and twitching in fear.

"We have to leave now sir." James looked at his boss expectantly. Charlie looked away from James at the slowly approaching Irkens. "I suppose It'd be a good time for you to go and warn the right people." Suddenly James' safety belts and buckles automatically tighten. "Oh no," James knew exactly what his boss was intending to do. Charlie turned around to reveal a remote control in his hands and a sheepish smile on his face. "Someone has to stay to distract and find out things," Charlie looked down, "and besides its another good opportunity for finding out what flavors the suffices have."

"DANG IT!" James struggled with his bonds to no avail. "Don't do this again especially now!" Charlie ignored his pleads and got out a small metal rod and put it in James's own pocket. "Contact Sophie, have her get a hold on that League of the Government's." Charlie took off his hat and reached inside his jacket pocket, pulling out a WWIIesk gas mask.

James' struggled much harder now, he looked down at his pocket. "HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WILL WORK THIS TIME?!" Charlie put on the mask and hat. "How do you think I've kept in contact with Mr. Wonka all these years?" Charlie walked up to the transparent doors noticing that the Irkens haven't made much progress from their ships to the Elevator. "They're certainly taking their time."

With his remote Charlie opened the doors. "Mr. Bucket!" James tried to reach for him but it was too late Charlie had already stepped out on the Massive. "MR. BUCKET!" Charlie pushed a button on the remote. The Elevator's doors shut and the engines powered up. "CHARLIE!" James cried out as the Elevator took off and speed back to the portal.

"Well now," Charlie faced his pursuers, "you have me at your mercy." The Irkens stood up tall. (as much as they can) "He has no steam tank!" One of them pointed out. "No steam tank means he has no water. He has no gun either, the human's completely helpless." Now feeling more bold and confident the Irkens took aim.

"Oh," with a sly grin Charlie reached inside his pocket, "I wouldn't say that." He got out a blue smoke bomb and threw it to the ground. Instantly the area around him was covered in blue gas, enveloping him and the Irkens. "Hey," one of the aliens licked the air, "this stuff's delicious." His comrades soon joined in with the licking, letting put moans of excitement while Charlie sneaked away, giggling to himself. "Hope you like being blueberries."

Charlie ran across the Massive for a considerable distance. "Opening, opening, opening, how do I get inside?" Charlie couldn't see an opening hatch anywhere. He then heard a noise circling around him. Looking up he saw more Irkens with jet packs and guns heading towards him.

"Here we go!" Charlie prepared to throw another bomb but found nothing in his (rather deep) pockets. "W-What?" Charlie reached deeper inside the pocket but found everything but his smoke bombs. He frantically searched his other pockets to no avail. "Oh no," maybe James was right. The Irkens landed and took their shots. *PEW* *PEW* Charlie dodged them and ran as fast as he could. He couldn't run and dodge forever and he was quickly becoming exhausted.

He looked ahead and saw more Irkens heading towards him, soon he will be surrounded on all sides. "So this is how it ends." Charlie stopped in his tracks, taking off his mask and solemn in defeat. "Sorry James, you always tried to keep me on track." He was about to close his eyes in defeat but the he saw something in the corner of them. What he saw was - "A PORTAL!"

Charlie looked around him, the Irkens were rapidly approaching, there guns charging up. Charlie remembered something. Once again he reached into his pocket and this time he got out a glass bottle he was saving for special occasions. "Frobscottle!" Charlie took a big gulp of the green liquid. He aimed himself at the portal before he felt his stomach gurgling.

"Here it comes!" Charlie held on to his hat as the aliens got closer. Just when they were about to shoot Charlie let out a giant whizzpop that sent him soaring away from the Massive. Unfortunately for the Irkens his absents meant they shoot each other. "OWWW!" "MY SQUEEDLYSPOOCH!"

Charlie was laughing all the way as he flew inside the portal.

Earth-1895

Charlie landed on his back on a hard concrete surface. Though he was in slight pain, he was still laughing heartily as the frobscottle put him in a good mood. That good feeling didn't last long as all around him he was bombarded with steams of water much to his confusion. "Hey," he spit out some water, "that wasn't very nice"

He stood up, soaking wet, and noticed his surroundings. "What is this place?" He seemed to be inside a sizable metal box with hoses in the corners, a portal in the center and enough room to walk around. "Hello?" Charlie paced around the box, calling out to whomever is listening. "Is anyone there?"

Outside the the box various men in uniform looked at the camera feeds showing inside the box with astonishment and confusion. "Wha-What should we do?" Never before had a human (or what seemed like one) had come out of one of the portals before. One of the men, who seemed to be in charge of this endeavor, gave the order. "Get him out of there, trait him with caution this could be a trick." His subordinates nodded. The leader looked back at the screens, Charlie was using a fan in his hat to dry himself. "Also see if we can get any members of S.T.E.A.M. including Captain Fleming. They know better about this stuff than we do."

Washington DC, six mouths after the Irkens arrival and one day after Charlie's landing

The Liberty had just docked at a station near the White House, the leader of the Strike Team Eliminating the Alien Menace, Captain Henry Fleming came down from the descending ramp, meeting up with Sargent John Henry his best friend. "John," he greeted, "Henry!" They shook hands.

"Wish this was a social visit." Henry fallowed John as he led him inside the building were the reason he came was being kept. Henry briefly stopped to look up at the sky, it just now stated to be populated by airships again. After how many Airships fell during the Going Henry couldn't blame the people for being reluctant to use air travel again.

"Henry?" John called out. "Sorry," Henry answered back, "just admiring the view." John turned his head to where Henry was looking, understanding what Henry was admiring. "Gotta admit I'm gonna miss that clear blue sky." The two friends stood in place for a little while before making their way back to the building, they had a job to do.

"So," Henry began, "have you seen our "guest"?"

"No, not yet," John replied, "but the others say he's been nothing but very cooperative and polite, if a bit you know," John did a swirl moment with his hand, "not all there."

"How so?" Henry asked. "Apparently he's been "licking" everything that is not alive and I mean everything, expect for the clouting we were."

"What?" Henry wanted more clarity.

"We'll probably see what they mean when we get there." John didn't get what "licking" meant either. "Who's here?" asked Henry."Randolph, Dorthy, Tom, Tiger Lilly, and Queenqueg. Califia's back in California and I'm pretty sure you know were the Fox, Katherine and Milton are." Henry nodded in conformation. Soon he and John finally entered the building were Charlie was being kept.

"What do you know about him?" Henry asked. "Only that he calls himself "Charlie Bucket", he seems to be British but there are no records of him to be found, not even his fingerprints, and he came from one of the portals." Henry rubbed his beard in contemplation. After the first alien invasion there wasn't really that much need for S.T.E.A.M. any more so after helping rebuild the world most of the members went their separate ways. The Ozonians went back to Oz, Tom Sawyer to his hometown of St. Petersburg, the Fox and Queen Califia returned to their respective nations, and Queenqueg went back to the seas, looking for a friend. The ones who stayed were himself, John, Tiger Lilly, (Henry got the impression she had nowhere else to go) and the crew of the Liberty. They decided it was best to monitor the situation and prepare in case the Aliens ever comeback, even the ones who left promised to return if there ever was another invasion.

Then, six months ago, the Going happened. Henry shuttered, he can still remember watching his own fingers turned to dust and crumble away and then he lost feeling in his face. Next thing he knew he was back in his apartment, restored to normal. When he went out to explore he quickly discovered he was not alone. All around him several people where wide eyed and pinching themselves, relieved that they were alive. But it wasn't all good, a few buildings were on fire, he came across the wreaks of a few airships, and in a sight that would make the conman person gag or faint in sight, the bodies if quite a few people were littered in a few places, looking as if they fell from a great height. President Grant gave the immediate order and S.T.E.A.M. was reformed.

One of the first things Henry and John when they finally neared the room where Charlie Bucket was being kept, was several of their fellow S.T.E.A.M members. Dorthy Gale was sitting on a chair to the side looking at a large sheet of paper, she was drinking from a cup and had a depressed look on her face. Professor Randolf Carter was at an examination table looking over various items that Charlie had including his hat, jacket, B shaped pin, and various Wonka branded candy in their wrappers. Tom Sawyer was with the Professor, assisting him in his observations, his lips were covered with a brown substance. Queenqueg was standing at the door to the interrogation room, if one were to look closely they would see a smirk on his face as if he was thinking of a privet joke.

John went to go check on Dorthy to see if she's alright while Henry went to go see Carter's findings. "Dorthy." John greeted her.

"Hmm? Oh. hey John." Dorthy's voice lacked her usual perkiness, she took another sip of her drink.

"Is everything alright?" Dorthy let out a deep sigh and showed John the paper she was looking at. Oh, Ohhhhhhh. It was a poster showing all the main members of S.T.E.A.M. in heroic poses except the Lion, Scarecrow, and Tin Man's faces was crossed out with crude black calk and it was littered with oh so wonderful phrases like 'GO HOME!' and 'FREAKS'. (those two were the least offensive words on there) John let out a disappointed sigh, as much as America likes to pride itself as the perfect country it is important to remember the perfect country doesn't exist. Racism has always been a problem, not just for this country but for all countries, however after the first invasion a huge spike in white superiority and intolerance of anything not human showed its ugly head. He lost count of the number of times S.T.E.A.M. members had to physically throw out bigots during public events before they temporally disbanded. Things were just starting to calm down and then the Irkens came. John handed Dorthy the poster back. "It's not fair." Dorthy went back to her drink. "I know," John looked down to the floor, flashing back to some memories he would really like to forget, "believe me I know."

For a little while they sat there then John realized something. "Your friends, are they here or coming?" Dorthy shook her head. "No, something came up and Queen Ozma thought it was best if they go investigate. I haven't seen them in a while, thou I do still get their letters." Dorthy smiled feeling a little better. "What are you drinking?" With enthusiasm Dorthy let John see her drink. "Try some, its so good!" John help the cup and took a slightly hesitant sip. His eyes widen, it may have been the best thing he had ever tasted. The flavor, it was like one half melted chocolate the other half an ice cold strawberry drink with a bit of creamy milk thrown in there for good message. The two flavors complemented each other immensely and even the hot and cold somehow did not clash at all.

"Whoa!" John gave Dorthy back her drink. "What is this called?"

"Don't know." Dorthy shrugged.

"Where can I get some? Is it from Oz?"

"Oh, uh ..."

"Doctor?" Henry meanwhile was trying to get Randolph Carter's attention. "Hmm, oh that's nice I guess." Carter was too absorbed in his work. "He's in one of his moods." Tom Sawyer spoke up, getting Henry's attention. "I think I know what to do, by the way you have something right here." Henry pointed to his lips

"Huh?" Tom brought his hands to his lips, trying to feel if anything was there. "Here you go." Henry gave Tom a piece of cloth to wipe himself before refocusing on Carter. Tom cleaned lips and looked at the cloth to see it covered in chocolate, "What the?" Tom then heard a chuckle and turned around to see it was Queenqueg. "Oh, I'll get you back one day." Tom said with a mischievous smile. When no one was looking, Tom discreetly licked the cloth savoring the taste of the chocolate.

"Randolph!" Henry used his usual way of getting the professor's attention. "How many times do I have to tell you simpletons it's-OH!" Carter almost fell down upon seeing who it was. He stood back up and gave a solute. "Captain Fleming, sir!"

"At ease Professor!" Henry was silently amused at Carter's demeanor. "I assume you wish to see my findings about our prisoner." Henry nodded in confirmation. Carter reached for Charlie's coat and handed it to the captain. "Put your hand in one of the pockets." Henry did so and much to his surprise he couldn't feel the bottom even though the pocket didn't look that big. He continued to try to feel for the bottom but couldn't find any, eventually his entire arm was enveloped in the pocket looking like he had no arm. Henry raised an eyebrow and then finally he felt some wrapping s that kinda reminded him of plastic. He grabbed one and pulled out a small stick with a hard ball wrapped in flimsy plastic. He read the worlds on the plastic, "Wonka's firecracker Lollipop?" Henry looked at the table and saw the wrapped candy, each of the wrappers had the word Wonka on them. "He has pockets that are bigger on the inside and he uses them to carry candy?"

"That's not all!" Carter picked up the pin. "As far as I could tell this is just a regular piece of metal but this," Carter put down the pin and garbed the hat, "Look at this." Carter lightly tapped the top of the hat, almost immanently holographic lights flashed briefly around the top of the hat then they turned off and the words 'HAND PRINT NOT RECOGNIZED' appeared in red flashing letters. Carter gave the hat to Henry.

Henry did the same thing that Carter did earlier and got the same results. He looked around and inside the hat to find nothing. Nothing to indicate it was anything other than an ordinary hat. Strange, but definitely not Irken. Henry turned to Carter. "What are your impressions of Mr. Bucket?"

"I've had little interaction with the prisoner, but when I did finally see him all he did was look at me for the longest time. He asked me if I was related to "John Carter of Barsoom"."

"Barsoom?" Henry asked.

"Most likely a nonsense word thou admittedly I have a cousin of distant relation of that name but John isn't exactly an unconman name."

Henry heard enough, he turned to face the entrance to the interrogation room. "He's waiting for you in there." Carter informed him. "Let's not keep him waiting then." Henry got John to join him, inadvertently saving Dorthy from some awkward questions.

They made there way to the room where Queenqueg stood. The sailor gave a quick Salute to his captain and a small greeting to the Sargent before proceeding to unlock the door. "Go easy on him please," Queenqueg said, "he's a very nice man." Henry reassured Queenqueg. "If what I heard is true, there'll be absolutely no need for violence." Henry and John prepared to go meet Charlie. "Lets see what he has to do with the Irkens."

When S.T.E.A.M. reformed their job was to prepare in case this "Going" was the start of another alien invasion. Then one week later reports of an army of little green creatures was leaving a path of destruction stating with a small American town. S.T.E.A.M. and a small army was quickly dispatched to intercept and ambush the invaders. The attack was successful and they were able to drive most of them back to their portal of origin. They manage to destroy a few of them and capture a live one. An attempt at peace was made but it seemed that anything outside of conquest and entertainment was outside his comprehension but they did learn that the species were called the Irken. When asked why they were doing all of this he said "Its what the Tallest would have wanted, to walk in a strait path letting nothing stop us." Of course he didn't want to acknowledge the fact that they were driven back. Later more portals opened and more Irkens came, continuing the assaults, thing were evenly matched between the armies of the word and the aliens. The tide soon turned however when a remarkable discovery was made, on one of the many battlefields it started rain, turns out water is like acid to the Irkens and since everything was steam powered well things got much easier. Once that discovery was made well known in a short week the Irkens were scrambling back to the portals. Now a days S.T.E.A.M. has basically become glorified jail keepers, building heavily fortified steel boxes around the portals complete with telephonoscopes to let security teams view the inside. Irkens attempting to come out are few and far between and never before had a human popped out, until now.

When entering the room and seeing Charlie Bucket Henry and John finally saw what licking meant. He was loudly munching on his own handcuff chains making humming noises and commenting on the flavor. "Hmm, could be a smash! That silvery taste is completely different he-," he looked up from his chains and saw Henry and John, "ah you must be Captain Henry Fleming. My apologies I didn't hear you come in."

Henry and John took their seats opposite to the odd man. "Mind telling us what that was about?" Henry started.

"About what?" Charlie asked.

"Your licking." John continued.

"Oh, that!" Charlie got what they were talking about now. "Well, I figured new world means new flavors for candy! One mustn't let grand opportunities go to wast, anything could be a new flavor."

Henry and John looked Charlie dumbfoundly. "Right, I'll just get strait to the point: What do you have to do with the Irkens?"

"Irkens?"

"Little green people, trigger happy, red or purple eyes?" John elaborated.

"Is that what they're called?" Charlie replied. "Not a very nice bunch are they."

"That's putting it mildly." Henry stated with a small smile.

"To answer you earlier question, ehhhh ..." Charlie looked away in embarrassment. "Hindsight can be cruel mistress, but you have my complete assurances I'm a 100% human being."

"We know," John stated, "your DNA checks out, but we have absolutely no records of a Charlie Bucket matching your descriptions or fingerprints."

"Figured that was the case." Charlie found more evidence of his theory.

"Why? Did you somehow erase all information about yourself?" John asked.

"It's a bit more complicated than that." Charlie sat back and begin to explain. "Have you ever herd of the Multiverse theory?"

"Multiverse?" asked John.

Henry thought for a bit, "I've never been the scientific type, you've might want to ask Professor Randolph Carter."

Charlie twiddled his thumbs, thinking of a different strategy. "OK, do you know about pocket or bubble dimensions? How about other realms?" Henry and John continued to stare at him blankly.

"Far off distant lands! They can't be found on any map! You can only go there through unconventional means like jumping in a book or crawling in strange hole ... " "Or flying through a tornado?" John inquired

"Yes!"

"The world looks nothing like Earth, its maps completely different, and are often filled with the fantastical?" Henry continued.

"YES! YES! YE - *CLACK* *BANG* "AAAAAAAA!" Unfortunately Charlie got so excited he tried jumping up for joy but he forgot he was chained to the floor thus he tripped and banged his chin on the table.

"Are you ok?" Henry asked. Even through Charlie was under interrogation, the interactions and air he gave off made himself and John feel that he was ultimately harmless if a bit odd. Besides the bang looked super painful with him cluching his mouth and rocking back and fourth in his chair.

"I'm phine, I'm phine, justh bit my thongue." John winced while Charlie rolled his tongue back in his mouth and smacked his lips.

"That was painful, anyway do you know what I'm referring to?"

Henry was taken slightly aback by Charlie acting like nothing happened, never the less he answered his question. "It sounds like your talking about Oz."

"Oz? Haven't been there I'm afraid. What about Narnia or Middle-earth?" Henry and John shock their heads, "Sorry."

'Disappointing' Charlie realized that this Earth probably didn't have access to those two realms and finding this Universe's gateway (if they even had one) to them would take too long.

"Are you saying you come from one of these "realms"?" Henry asked, interested where this was going.

"Kind of you see-" *kizzz* "Hold that thought." Henry had to interrupt Charlie as he was receiving a comunica in his wireless earpiece. "This is Henry."

"Captain Fleming! You better come back here," it was Carter and Henry could here a loud beeping noise in the background, "One of the devises is acting up!" *kizzz*

"Is everything alright?" Asked John. Henry got up from his chair and motioned John to fallow. "Something came up, we have to leave him for now." The two soldiers walked to the exit. "Don't let me hold you!" As they opened the door Charlie briefly herd the loud beeping which made him smile. 'He made it and he's angry.' He then proceeded to pick the locks on his cuffs.

Henry and John came back to the room to see all of their colleagues holding their hands on their ears to drown about the loud beeping. "WHAT IS THAT?!" Shouted John. Carter held up a small metal rod with red light on the end flickering on and off with each beep. Henry took it and realized the light was actually a button. He pressed it and the noise finally stopped, much to everyone relief, soon the button split open to reveal a tiny projector. The light shone and projected holographic screen, Henry held the rod back as he had no idea what the rod was doing. The people under his commanded got curious and gathered around him. The screen turned on to reveal a furious looking red haired man who was battered and bruised and wearing a nice suit that had seen better days.

"CHARLIE! YOU, YOU, Y ... You're not Charlie. Who are you people? Where's Mr. Bucket?" S.T.E.A.M quickly realized that despite its advancements, the hologram (not that they knew it was called that) was no different than a small communication telephonoscope, that didn't stop Tom and Carter from marveling at it. 'Fascinating' thought Carter. 'I'd love to see how that thing ticks' thought Tom.

"Oooo, is that a video game?" a voice with an Irish accent asked off screen. The hologram went blurry for a moment, "Can I play, can I play?" Henry and the others didn't know what to think as screen became clear again, this time showing a slightly older woman who looked like she was often in charge. "You stay there Hyde, now what -" The woman's voice died in her throat as she and Henry looked at each other, she was very familiar. Henry's eyes widen in remembrance, when he dusted he didn't just disappear and reappear in his apartment, he went somewhere. He didn't know where he was but the place almost looked like paradise except there was a lot of panicked and confused people were wandering around. One of those people was this woman. The memories were coming back they had an interesting conversation and her name, her name, what was her name?

"I'm sorry," the woman finally spoke, "d-do I know you?"

"Zoe?" Henry remembered her name, "Dr. Zoe Van Helsing?"

Henry's friends all stared at him. "You know her?" asked John.

Zoe was at first confused, but soon she too remembered. "Captain Henry Fleming?"

"Henry Fleming?" A voice that was very familiar to S.T.E.A.M. asked Zoe, "That voice, did you say that was Henry Fleming?" Zoe got out of her stupor and disappeared from the screen. Then a man with a strong chinstrap beard, everyone in the room was astonished.

"M-Mr. President?!" said a shocked Henry, Lincoln just chuckled. "My most sincere apologies I really didn't intend faking my death to be my hobby."

Chapter Text

Earth-1898

Rome

*WACK!*

In a place that can only be accessed by a select few a rather handsome man was thrown violently across the room crashing on the wall and landing on the floor. He screamed in pain as the clip clop of high heals got closer and closer.

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," an American woman in a business suit bet down to the man's face, "did you really think we didn't know." Ms. Utterson kicked James "Jimmy" Bond in his stomach, earning her another scream of pain from the traitor. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that!" She picked up his head and smashed it into the floor, Jimmy howled in pain at his broken nose and front teeth. "You really are just dollar store version of your cousin are you?" She stood up and unbeknownst to her Jimmy had an insane look in his eyes, now she really pissed him off.

"If it were up to me I'd tear open your stomach, rip out your innards, and eat them while I make sure your awake." Jimmy got on all fours while she was talking. "But sadly, you know how Number One likes to punish traitors," she let out a sigh in resignation. "Any last words before I take you to him? Please don't call me a f****** bitch, I get enough of that from my son."

"Yo- You," Jimmy got on his knees and clenched his palms, "WHORE!" The moment Jimmy clenched his palms both of his hands became covered in purple gauntlets. He punched Utterson in the gut causing her to fly into the opposite wall and hit it with a loud CRACK! Utterson's spin broke in half, thus she laid there dying from her injuries (again).

Jimmy walked over to her as Utterson faded away and was replaced with the tired old form of Sofia Jackson. He looked down at her, if she was younger and more shapely he could have fun times with her. Still all disgusting freaks need to rot. Fortunately for her the foot steps of various guards were rapidly on their way, forcing Jimmy to make a hasty retreat.

Sofia opened her eyes to see Jimmy's retreating form. In spite of everything about her current situation she cracked a small smile to herself.

Outside Jimmy busted through the doors, pushing a large casket on a table with wheels. He ran over to a parked black van (the same type Klein & Utterson once used). He quickly opened the back doors and rolled the casket inside. At that moment bullets from a sniper on the rooftops were shooting at him, encouraging Jimmy to get in the driver's seat and make a quick getaway.

On the rooftops the sniper continued to shoot at the speeding vehicle before leaving his sight. The sniper put down his rifle and stoop up. He had mismatched eyes and his left wrist possessed stitching scars. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Master," he began to talk, "that idiot actually fell for it."

"Hook, line, and sinker," a dark voice chuckled, "good work Sebastian." A man with dark hair, dark clothes, sharp teeth, claw like nails, and sitting in the back seat of a small normal looking car parked in an alleyway, hanged upped his mobile. "You really are a treacherous little sh** aren't you Jimmy?" Count Dracula gave out howls of laughter as Jimmy drove past him. Dracula's driver started to discreetly fallow Jimmy's van. "Remember don't get to close, we don't want to test his stupidity." Dracula leaned back in his seat as Mr. Hinx nodded in silent understanding. The vampire licked his teeth in anticipation. 'Let's see where your alien friends are hiding.'

The London roads

Zoe sat in the back seat of a car looking at a laptop in her lap, M was sitting next to her, James Bond was in the front passenger set, "Athena" was driving, (as usual the two sent flirtatious looks at each other) and the rest of the League were following in her car. On the computer was two pictures: one an old photograph of the historical Abraham Lincoln, taken in 1863, and another, more recent photo showing a man claiming to be Lincoln, laying in a hospital bed and wearing a gown. She looked back and fourth at the two pictures, in spite of everything she couldn't deny the great resemblance. His hair and beard might have been a bit different but other than that the two almost looked like twins or clones.

"Well," M started, "what is your opinion Doctor?" Zoe looked at M with a slight hint of frustration. "I've seen and done things you wouldn't believe long before I've meat any of you and I'm sorry there has to be another explanation."

"He's not one of the undead," M reassured her, "we checked, your instructions have proven to be valuable."

"Descendant then, you've seen Tom." M shook his head no. "Even if Lincoln has any surviving direct descendants today, you have to remember Edward Hyde was a very unique individual with an equally unique set of genes. The chances of someone else like Abraham Lincoln having the same conditions are practically nonexistent."

"Clone?" James joined in. Again M rejected that answer. "There's nothing in his DNA to indicate he's been artificially aged up like clones usually are, in fact there's no corruptions in his genetic structure at all to indicate he's a clone."

"What about Jackman's wife, from what I've read Klein and Utterson were more advanced in human cloning than anyone else." M confirmed 007's statement. "You're not wrong 007, but there is one thing that muddies the waters considerably."

"What's that?" Asked Zoe. "Thanks to some historical letters we have a pretty accurate recreation of the 16th Presidents' thumbprints, the're a 100% match to our stranger's." Zoe looked away, and James refocused on the road ahead, that did muddy things a lot as no one had the same two fingerprints, not even clones.

"Is there anything besides the obvious to indicate he's not some resurrected President?" A flabbergasted Zoe asked.

"Yes actually," M elaborated, "Not only does he know information past his death date, he seems to be quite familiar with modern technology."

"What do you mean?" James asked.

"He knows what cars and motorcycles are and his only reaction to wireless communication is amazement at the sound and video quality, apparently motorized vehicles were already in mass production in the 19th century and wireless communication, that includes the use of television screens, were a new invention. Really most of his shock and confusion came from the fact that most of our machines are powered by electricity and fossil fuels, not steam. Also he's certainly more accepting than the real Lincoln probably would have ever been, he sees hybrids as normal and his only reaction to the LGBTQ community is less moral outrage then more mild confusion."

Zoe and James sat there in contemplation, on one hand genetically speaking it sounds like this really was the Abraham Lincoln of the history books on the other he brought with him several anachronisms putting his identity in doubt.

"Is there anything else?" Zoe asked.

"That will have to wait, we're here." M looked out the window while the car parked. There was an apartment complex that MI6 used to house a few of their agents, which the organization reserved a room to house Lincoln in. Many people and hybrids were walking around going about their business. Near the front entrance a large, orange spherical robot with a glass dome top half was sitting criss cross applesauce. He was playing with action figures of legendary 1930s vigilantes the Shadow and the Green Hornet while ignoring the glances and stares passerby's were giving him.

"Hmm," M observed the robot while the rest of the League either parked Zoe's car or got out of his own. 'It seems our friend has some visitors.'

Lincoln's apartment

Lincoln, now dressed in a modern day grey three piece, was finishing up his fancy T bone steak dinner, after a year of nothing but tasteless grey glop it was really really satiating to finally eat real food. Next to him an overweight, elderly fat man with a thin pencil beard, holding a whine bottle and in a nice tux, was standing by.

"Would you like another glass sir?" asked the butler. "No, that'll be fine Campion. If you need something to do, why don't you wash my dishes for me." Lincoln left the table to join is new friends in the living area as Campion picked up his dishes. As soon as Lincoln left Campion scowled to himself. This isn't what he imagined where his carrier in MI6 would go. Once he was one of the highest ranking members of the organization, second to M himself, and now here he is being forced to play butler to a pathetic yank, a retarded yank, and a couple of abominations of nature.

It wasn't always this way but then for whatever reason they let that tart, Olivia Mansfield, take over as M and unlike her predecessors she didn't look the other way from his less than legal actions and didn't appreciated his attitude. She took every opportunity to demote him until eventually he was nothing more than a conman servant. When she died and the role of M was reassigned to someone of the proper sex he'd hope that the new M would restore him to his rightful place but nope! Mycroft Holmes seemed to be content with Campion bringing him his morning coffee, so disappointing.

Lincoln entered the living room to find two of his new friends relaxing. Hank was on his phone watching an old sitcom (Seinfeld he thinks) and Petey was sitting on an oversize arm chair reading a old book called "My Audience with Lecter. By Will Graham" . Li'l Petey was here, near his father doodling pictures with crayons.

The former president joined his fellow american on the sofa. Hank was obviously enjoying his show, smiling and laughing at the antics of George and Kramer. "Having fun?" Lincoln tapped Hank's shoulder. "Hmm?" Hank got off his phone and pulled out his earbuds. "Hey Abe, enjoy your dinner?"

"I certainly did." Lincoln said with enthusiasm. "What about your show? Funny?"

"One of the best ever!"

"I'll take your word for it." Honestly Lincoln found that he didn't really need television as 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde' , the Dracula files, John Watson's blog, and stories of 007's exploits provided all the entertainment he needed in this strange world. Plus he'd rather turn away from the News channels, the political situation in this universe's America did the impossible and made him feel shame for wearing the eagle.

"How's the progress on fixing the Irken communicator?" Lincoln asked, the nearby kitten spoke up. "Good! I mean we're getting a better understanding of it, uhhh ..."

"We can't fix it." Petey abruptly slammed his book shut and bluntly revealed the truth.

"Papa!"

"Yeah, he's completely right." Hank concurred, looking at Lincoln in seriousness. "When I try to work on the thing I feel like I'm preforming a dissection on an animal."

"Me and my son built many things you've wouldn't believe." Petey explained while Li'l Petey climbed on his lap. "HD-80, he's a stone rock compared to some of our other work, we even have some success with getting some of the functions of a tripod to work."

"But that purple ball," Li'l Petey took over from his father, "it makes no sense. Me and Papa looked at it for hours and we, um, what's that thing people say about your head and tali?"

Lincoln thought to himself. "What does Q say?" Hank answered. "He's just as stumped as the rest of us, he says he doesn't recognize about 90% of the metal used. Q branch tried everything: electricity, solar, nuclear, we even gave steam a go and we're no closer to fixing it."

"Sorry Mr. President." Li'l Petey looked down, dejectedly.

"It's ok son, I understand." Lincoln sat back into the sofa. He was disappointed but ultimately not surprised that Q branch and the Finders couldn't fix the communicator. Even thou he didn't relatively see much of the Massive when he was held prisoner he could tell that they had such advancements that made Oz look like another medieval kingdom, even if most of it was dirty, breaking or broken and painted in dark depressing colors. Still it does mean he can't contact his Irken on the inside and has a lesser chance of getting home. Even if he was home he doubted dark science could fix it.

"Hey Petey," Hank remembered where cat hybrids went yesterday, "How was the River?"

"Oh, yeah! Was it everything your fellow hybrids said it was?" Lincoln was just as curious as Hank.

"It was amazing!" Li'l Petey practically shouted. "Ehhh, it was ok," Petey slightly disagreed, "it was interesting to be around other hybrids that weren't cats."

"There was nice parks and gift shops and ice cream and fishing." Li'l Petey continued to list off the benefits, of the popular hybrid town.

"Don't forget the weasel ghettos and segregation and the little bit of pollution." Petey also tried lifting up the vial of advertisement for tourism.

"What about the people?"

"Everyone was really nice!"

"Some of them were, others ... not so much." Petey didn't want to elaborate further, even Li'l Petey looked a bit uncomfortable. "Did meet a nice Lion there."

"Yeah, think we'll see him again Papa?" Father and son looked at each other in tenderness. "Don't know kid, maybe." Petey took out his phone to check the time. "We have to go home now, get your stuff."

"Aww, do I have to Papa?" asked the kitten

"You have school tomorrow, besides Greg's going to get lonely and we don't want to make HD-80 board." Li'l Petey realized his father is right and went to get his stuff. Lincoln watched the exchange with interest. A sad smile grew on his face as he thought about two of his own sons, Willie and Eddie. "Hey Petey."

"What?"

"Hold on to that boy tight." Petey got off the chair and looked at the displaced human with an unreadable expression. "I don't need you to tell me that." The cat hybrid declared. Petey then left the room to wait for his son.

"Children can often bring out the best in people." Hank observed. Over the last few weeks he got to know Petey the cat better and found him to be an narcissistic, short tempered, rude, jackass. His son Li'l Petey (not a very creative name) is in many ways the complete opposite: kind patient humble, pretty much sweetness itself. Despite the difference in personality it was obvious that the two cared deeply for each other and Petey was often a bit nicer whenever Li'l Petey visited (not by much though).

"Yes they can Hank, yes they can." Lincoln's faltered slightly when he remembered something. He knew he shouldn't have but he had to get some idea of his family's whereabouts after being gone for a year. He checked the history books, it wasn't helpful, it seems that history diverted around that fateful night in Ford's Theater (for one thing his fake assassination was very much real in this universe) but there was one detail that greatly troubled him. 'Tad'.

"I should be leaving too, I promised Sally and H.C. I'd take them to the London Eye." Hank started to follow Petey to the door. "Wait," Lincoln stopped Hank, "don't you want to stay long enough to meet M's League?" Hank thought about it for a moment and shock his head no. "No offence Abe, but I'd like to keep what little perspectives I have of normal left."

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Lincoln and Hank looked at each other, knowing that could only be one thing. "Sorry Hank." Letting a deep sight, Hank continued his journey to the exit think about the good old days before his time traveling adventure with knights.

Campion rushed to the door hearing a second sequence of knocks. He open the door, M was the first to enter. "Hello Campion." The head of MI6 greeted his favorite butler. "Sir," Campion always made sure he was on this M's good side in the hopes of getting a promotion. One by one the LXG members entered paying Campion no mind. Zoe, Tom, Sherlock, John, and finally James. 007 was a bit more reluctant to enter the home when he saw who was at the door but the inevitable couldn't be delayed forever. The two Bonds stared at each other intently, M and the League watched ready the withhold either Bond should the need arise. Hank and the cats entered, stopping when they saw how tense things were.

"James." Campion started. "Uncle." James greeted back. Once again things were quiet between them. "They told me you were shoot in Istanbul."

"Yes, this is my second life." James quipped backed to his uncle. "Well, that's just another example of why you shouldn't let a woman do a man's job, especially one with such savage ancestry. Its in her blood." The League sent disapproving stares to Campion, Hank let out a small gasp, Petey winched, and Li'l Petey was too young to understand. Although his face made no movement James tightened his fists, the usual feelings his uncle stirred in him started arriving. "Just be glad she learned her proper place, now if-"

"Campion!" M got the butler's attention, if Campion continued he would have insulted Mansfield. "You should go introduce us now." Campion nodded and hastenly left. "Geez," Hank exclaimed, "I knew he wasn't popular but I never knew why."

"You don't know the half of it." Zoe replied, M noticed the visitors. "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Dinkle, I didn't know Lincoln was having visitors."

"Well we were just leaving, come on kid." Petey got on all fours to let his son clime on him. Sherlock observed the Hybrids.

Tip of tail has been chopped off sense childhood = abusive upbringing

Manner of speech = egotistical individual

Interactions with progeny = impatient but loving

Son = clone

Conclusion = deduction on hybrids improving

Petey got up, giving Li'l Petey a piggie back ride. He was about to leave. "You coming Hank?"

"In a minute, go on without me." Petey shrugged and walked down the hall way carrying his son. "Papa," Li'l Petey started to ask, "who's Mr. Dinkle?"

"Your grandpa's last name."

"Excuse me," Hank got Sherlock and John's attentions, "are you Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson?" Sherlock sighed while John was nicer. "Yes we are." Hank quickly got out a small note pad and pen from his pocket. "If its not to much to ask,"

"Of course." John took the notepad and Sherlock looked grumpy. "So glad we keep quiet." Zoe said to Tom. "I try my best to get noticed" James remarked. "Who do I make it out to?" John asked. "H.C. my daughter is a huge fan."

"Those initials stand for something embarrassing." Sherlock proclaimed, John continued writing and Hank was surprised before remembering who he was talking to. "Don't let her know you know please."

The Baker street duo finished as Campion returned. "He's ready." Campion led M and the League to Lincoln. "Lock the door behind you Morgan." M called out as he left. The League entered the living room where the man of the hour was waiting. "May I introduce M and his League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." Campion introduced to Abraham Lincoln to the LXG. "Thank you Campion," said M, "now go make us some coffee that's a good man." Campion left and Lincoln walked over to greet each of the members of the League.

First was Zoe. "Dr. Zoe Van Helsing I presume?" Zoe nodded. "A woman leading and a doctor no less. How," Zoe held her breath, "unique." Zoe breath easily. 'Ok, I guess that's fine.' "I've read the original Dracula files and seen the videos," Lincoln continued, "as someone who knows how much trouble vampires can be, you are a very brave woman for keeping them at bay." Zoe looked in slight surprise at Lincoln. For a man claiming to be from the 19th century, M was right, so far he is more accepting than one would expect. "Thank you."

Next up was Tom. "Dr. Thomas Jackman," Lincoln shook his hand, "My sympathies for what Klein & Utterson put you and your family through." Tom smiled softly. "It's ok, they couldn't get to me while I was under government protection. Thankfully, now they're gone forever." Tom looked at his teammates in appreciation. "Is your "brother" there?" Lincoln asked. The lights in the apartment flickered on and off. "I'll take that as a yes." Lincoln left the room and returned carrying something. "I'd like to meet him in person." The League was taken aback. M asked in concern. "Are you sure Mr. Lincoln." "Should the need arise M," Lincoln lifted up the object he was carrying, revealed to be an axe, "I can defend myself." The flickering resumed at a more rapid pace. "For your sake I hope he likes you."

In a moment of darkness Jackman retreated in his mind and Hyde made his entrance. "Girls and boys come out to play." Hyde showed off his toothy grin and in one quick step was right up in Lincolns personal space. "Hello Mr. President!" Hyde shouted in a mock american accent. "I knew an American once, he was a real annoying bastard." With the but of the axe, Lincoln pushed Hyde back. "I've read how slit Mr. Benjamin's throat." Hyde laughed. "Good memories." Lincoln moved on from Hyde. "Now that I see you in person the book and the files really don't do you justice." This made Hyde whisperer under his breath "Flatterer."

"You've made quite a name for yourselves Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson." Lincoln said. "Fame gets in the way of my work." Sherlock made his opinion known. "Well I cant say I blame the people, I particularly liked the one with the Hound of the Baskervilles and the Crooked Mane." Lincoln admitted his admirence. "You're not the only person in a high place who likes my blog." Once again John had to be the nice guy. "What can the great detective tell about me." Sherlock accepted Lincoln's challenge.

Accent = real, Indiana

Demeanor = used to being in charge, knows how to handle an axe in combat

Interactions with Hyde = experience

delusional = unknown

Conclusion = ?

Sherlock looked at his brother. "When did you find this one Mycroft?" M sighed in expected disappointment. Lincoln turned to M. "Mycroft? Is that your real name? Is that what M stands for?"

"Call me by my name and I'll have you committed." It was impossible to tell if M was joking or not. "What did you think M stood for?" inquired 007. Without hesitation Lincoln answered: "Mother."

"Mother?" Hyde laughed and James thought, 'Mother, I'll have to remember that one.'

"Don't call me Mother!" M almost desperately pleaded. "I get enough of that from Mallory." M then excused himself, his phone was ringing the screen showed it was Tanner

Lincoln went back to his assessment and the last person to see was the resident agent of MI6 James Bond. "So, your MI6's most infamous agent." "I see my reputation proceeds me." Lincoln chucked. "They say your a sexist misogynist dinosaur. That you should have been working in the Cold War." James herd this one many times before. "Sometimes I wonder what SMERSH was like."

"However they also say that you're loyal, a great fighter, and always do your best to get the job done even if there is more collateral damage than would have been liked. By the way Q wanted me to pass on a message: no, your car's not fixed, these things take time especially considering how thoroughly you destroyed it, I have other things to do, stop asking."

"Not that this hasn't been utterly fascinating but can we get to the point." James complained Lincoln agreed. "Right, now that I got to know you it's time you get to know me. I know what you're all thinking and I get it. If say George Washington showed up on my doorstep I'd probably do everything in my power to see if it was a joke before I'd ever take him seriously."

"So, what is it, are you an actor, a man that needs help, time travel, or is this really all an elaborate joke." Zoe spoke for the whole team

"You see I thought this was time travel at first but the more I found out about this world the more I wasn't sure. Everything is powered by either electricity or "fossil fuels" or is it nuclear? It could have been explained as the passage of time but then I looked through the history books, I know that memory fades with the passage of time but I find it hard to believe that in a century or two people would forget or ignore being invaded by aliens or the whole world nearly becoming an ice cube. The more I found out the more I became convinced of a certain theory your scientists came up with. How many of you heard of the Multiverse theory?"

"Multiverse?" Before Zoe can asked if Lincoln was implying what she think he was implying a series of loud booms sounded in the hall way. "EVERYONE DOWN!" M shouted. From inside, the occupants heard the front door blasted open and Campion's yells. "Hello," an American voice called out, "any extraordinary people here?!" James Henry Trotter looked around the kitchen, dismissing the knocked out form of Campion Bond, Sophie said they would be here but so far he could not see them. For now he figured enough time has pass to check on some one he had A LOT of things to say to. He took out his communication rod and pushed the top button.

As the light shone and a holographic number key was projected in the air, James didn't notice a slow presence making its way behind him. He typed the number of his boss and came to they emotion key. What was he feeling right now: fury. It rang, he still didn't see the emerging silhouette behind him, the owner had an almost evil grin. Someone picked up the call. "CHARLIE! YOU, YOU, Y ... You're not Charlie. Who are you people? Where's Mr. Bucket?"

Someone else was on the screen, he was handsome with combed back blonde hair and a well trimmed beard. He looked very confused. "Oooo, is that a video game?" James froze when her heard an Irish voice asked that question. Next thing he knew, he was grabbed from under the shoulders and was flunged across the room, the rod was snatched out of his hand. As he crashed head first into the wall, Hyde was jumping around asking if he he can play over and over again. James rubbed his aching head. 'This just isn't my day. Hey a fruit bow and the're peaches in there.'

Zoe soon ran inside and wrestled with Hyde for the rod. She grabbed it and held Hyde's wrist back. "You stay there Hyde," Hyde chuckled, despite the fact he could easily over power her he'd come to respect Van Helsing to much to do such a thing so when Zoe let go of his arm he complied. Zoe looked at the screen, "now what -" Zoe's voice died in her throat as he looked at the man on the other side. That's funny, she could swear she had seen this man before but she couldn't remember where and when or even how. It must be a mistake but just in case. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Zoe?" Somehow the man knew her name. "Dr. Zoe Van Helsing?"

Zoe was confused but then the memories came back. She felt herself crumbling away in her lab, waking up in a strange place, exploring a bit, fending off a maniac with a new acquaintance, then suddenly reappearing in her lab. His name was: "Captain Henry Fleming?"

"Henry Fleming?" Lincoln asked behind her. Zoe turned around to see the rest of the League, M, and Lincoln have arrived to see the commotion. "That voice, did you say that was Henry Fleming?" Zoe, barely sure what do do, gave Lincoln the rod. "M Mr. President?" Zoe overheard the conversation. "My most sincere apologies, I really didn't intend faking my death to be my hobby."

Almost immediately Lincoln was bombarded with rapid fire questions. M stood by rubbing his chin in contemplation. This day keeps getting more and more interesting.

Italy, outside Rome

Jimmy finally arrived at his destination: an old abandoned warehouse once owned by Rich Industries. He drove up to the security booth and rolled down the van window. Inside the booth was a seemingly normal security guard however when Jimmy reached over and showed the guard a strange metal card, the guard's eyes briefly flashed purple and afterward stiffly pushed a button, lifting the red and white boom barrier. Jimmy rolled up the window and quickly drove past the both, a garage door opened for Jimmy and the van disappeared inside the building. The door closing behind him preventing anyone from seeing him further.

Nearby Dracula and Hinx watched Jimmy enter the building. "Well," Dracula observed, "not exactly an original hiding place now is it?" Hinx just stood as silent as ever, "Hahaha, I knew you'd agree." Dracula took out his phone to lookup his location and find out the address of the warehouse. "Ernie's gonna love this."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the sinister party, another more benevolent, creature watched Jimmy leave from the shadows. Putting down his binoculars, the hooded figure reached over to the side of his rather large head with a wooden hand. "You're now inside the building with Bond, Nick. It's up to you now." The Scarecrow of Oz lowered his arm, for all of this Earth's faults the advancements they made in electrical technology was truly something to behold, for instance: the earpieces here make the ones back on his more familiar Earth look like cans with strings. The Scarecrow reached into his pocket and took out an Emerald Key. He held it up to to the air real tight before disappearing with a flash.

Inside the warehouse was what you'd expect from a place that hadn't been used many years, with cobwebs, dust and the pleasant smell of of rotting food. However there's one thing that looked new: four thin robot arms that stuck up in the air and each held what looked like to be a laser gun. The van stopped in the center of the square that the arms formed. The arms powered up and took aim, with a quick *ZAP* there was a flash of light and the van was completely gone.

Thousands of miles beneath the Isla Sorna nature reserve.

The van reappeared far far away from Italy, deep beneath underground in a large laboratory with a dark purple color scheme. When the van showed up almost immanently it was attended to by multiple Irkens, Jimmy popped out of the front door and on to the floor, painting hard. "Fix. Me!" Jimmy punctuated. A few of the aliens walked up to him.

"Did you get what the Empress asked for?"

"Yes, yes! NOW FIX ME YOU TOADS!" Jimmy lifted up his face to reveal his practically destroyed nose and missing teeth. His allies lead him to the infirmary and trailing behind them was a strange cat with glowing red eyes and horns. Once the human was healed she would lead Jimmy to her mistress.

Back at the van, the Irkens had just finished unloading the casket. "Aww, he didn't bring any snacks." One of them complained, "Shut up about your snacks, Jim." One of them opened a portal with a remote and they rolled the casket into the portal, closing it behind them. As soon as they left the van door softly opened again. Mechanical eyes darted back and fourth, checking if any Irkens were still watching. Once the coast was clear, the owner of the eyes stepped out of the van as quietly and discreetly as possible. The Tin Man of Oz, formally known as Nicollo "Nick" Chopper, snuck away form the van. The first part of his mission was complete now he has to find out what the Irkens plans are for this Earth and what caused them to change their suicidal, stubborn tactics. As he headed deeper in the facility, the Tin Man slightly shuttered as he heard the inhuman roars and shrieks of the Irken's experiments.

The Grand Empress' office

The Grand Empress of the Irken Empire was standing up in her office, admiring two old framed WWII propaganda posters on the wall. 'War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.' and 'Big Brother is Watching You.' is what they said. She was way taller than the average Irken (about slightly taller than an average human woman), she had purple eyes with eyelashes, curled antennae, a beauty mark under her right eye, and a cybernetic implant in the right side of her head. The would be tyrant chuckled to herself, pulling out a cigarette packet and lighter. She put one in her mouth and light it up. She took a deep inhale and exhaled, letting out a puff of smoke. She looked at the posters and down at the cigarette in contemplation. No matter the universe or state of circumstances humanity will always possess the talent of slowly destroying themselves through various means, it's like they were begging to be enslaved. She took another whiff of her cigarette, thank the Control Brians for superior Irken healing.

MiMi soon manifested herself on the Grand Empress' shoulder, earning her a few strokes from her mistress. "You wanted to see me, E?" asked her human collaborator, Jimmy had his teeth back and his nose now only had a slight shade of purple.

"Come in, sit down, and shut up." she answered with a British accent. "I suppose you want to get paid now."

They both sat down at her desk. The Empress' held out a three figured hand "Phone." Jimmy complied and "E" attached a devise to his phone that begin transferring trillions of dollars into his bank account. Jimmy looked at his current bosses gross alien form in slight disappointment, her holographic disguise was actually quite easy on the eyes and had a voice that sounded right if only she wasn't really a toad.

"Cigarette?" She offered one.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, ever."

"So, they told me came back as a noseless, toothless idiot," she organized the research notes of one Dr. Henry Wu as she talked to him, "mind telling me what happened."

Jimmy knew their was no use lying to her. "Look E, it wasn't my fault-"

"They found out, didn't they?" Jimmy's hesitation told her all she needed to know. "Urrrrgh, Damn it Jimmy!" She could throttle him right now. "You weren't supposed to let them find out, not now, not ever!"

"What does it matter? In a one day they'll be nothing, just like the rest of this planet."

"You need to plan for every outcome, in the unlikely event that we fail having a continued presence in a well connected organization like SPECTRE would have been very beneficial to us."

She leaned forward in her chair. "Don't over estimate your own importance, your Jimmy, not James." Jimmy's fist tightened, he was James Bond NOT HIM! "Still, you did manage to bring something very important to me, so your not completely incompetent."

E handed Jimmy back his phone. "We need to spend the rest of today preparing, tomorrow the slaughter begins."

"I wanted to talk to you about that actually," Jimmy let out another puff, "if my cousin's band of freaks show up let me handle them."

"No." E immediately responded.

"No?" Jimmy didn't understand.

"If I can recall correctly you can barely handle one of my Irkens, what makes you think you can take on the entire League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? and besides at the very least I want the detective alive and you'd probably screw that up."

Jimmy raised his hands. Clenching his fists they again were adorned in with the purple gauntlets. "With superior technology like this, they wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Yeah, we'd though the same of S.T.E.A.M." E got up and headed out the door. "Listen Tak, that was a-" E stopped in her tracks, MiMi's holographic disguise turned off and an absurd amount of missile launchers were produced by the tiny robot. "Tak?" E started. "Where did you hear that name?"

"In the infirmary, some of the doctors were calling you Tak." The incompetent spy sweated slightly.

E made a mental note to herself, find whoever called her that and disintegrate them. "Jimmy, you can call me Grand Empress, you can call me E, I wouldn't mind Allmighty Tallest, and behind my back you can even call me toad, but Tak," She turned around and faced him with pure hatred in her eyes, "Tak died a long time ago on the Massive when her superiors strapped a table to her head. Lets leave it at that, shall we?"

Jimmy swallowed a lump in his throat. "Sorry E. Wont happen again."

"Good!" MiMi retracted her missiles and she along with Jimmy went with E to her viewing balcony. Together they saw many Irkens doing a variety of tasks. Some were repairing machinery, others were reassembling ships and mega doomers, and a few were preforming live open body surgery on screaming velociraptors. Everything is coming into place, soon this miserable annoying persistent little planet will be better suited to the Empire's needs and as for humanity, they'll be nothing more than a bad memory, all versions of them.

"I know you're busy but ..." E looked away in disgust as she dropped an alien coin in Jimmy's hand. "You have one hour."

Jimmy didn't like the time he had. "One hour, bur can't I -"

"Leave!" A silver light flashed over E's eye, Jimmy had an empty look for a bit and then he grinned as he ran away to live out his disgusting perverted fantasies in the VR chamber. E turned her attention back to her forces, inhaling and exhaling smoke, a few more days, in a few more days he'll just be another creature to be ripped apart and studied just like the rest of his species.

Chapter Text

Earth-1898

Lincoln's apartment.

Once everyone had calmed down, Lincoln still held the communication rod Henry was staring at him. "So," he began, "your alive."

"Again, I really didn't mean to fake my death twice." Lincoln restated. "That day in Antarctica, was that always your plan?" Asked John from off screen. "I really did thought I would die that day, even before I blew up ABE.

"Excuse me," Zoe spoke loudly, "um I think I speak for everyone when I ask, what the HELL is going on?!" Lincoln moved his hand to allow Henry and Zoe to see each other, awkward silence ensured. "Hey Zoe," Henry got started, "h-how are you doing?"

"How am I doing?" Replied Zoe, "Fine I guess, you know repressed memories are conman place now." The sarcasm in Zoe's voice was very evident. Despite that Henry continued "Ehh, same here on this end, we fended off another invasion. It was almost humorously quick."

"Scuse me," John Henry spoke up, "I can't be the only one thinking about the elephant in the room, well, aside from the obvious, how do you know that woman Henry?" Henry was a bit confused. "We met in, uhh mmmm, how to explain it? Zoe do think that place was ... I don't know, Heaven?" Zoe shook her head. "No, Heaven's a lot more cold and, to be frank, boring, erm, I've read." Zoe saying that last part a bit too quickly didn't go unnoticed to Henry but he pushed that aside for now. "Doesn't matter, I shouldn't have to explain where we were. I know you were spared John but Carter." Carter was bit surprised when Henry pointed to him. "I know you were gone when the Going happen. How would you describe the place we woke up in?"

"With all do respect sir, I have no recollection of what you are talking about?" This throw booth Zoe and Henry off.

"Remember? Between the time we turned to dust and got put back together? We were somewhere, I don't know about you but I certainly encountered a bunch of people in strange clothing." This did nothing to jog Carter's memory. "I'm sorry sir, but that day: when it happened the only thing I remember was seeing pieces of myself flaking away in the wind, next thing I comprehended was standing in the wreckage of my lab." Miskatonic University had the unfortunate luck of having a zeppelin crashed into the facility during the Going, you see.

Meanwhile Zoe tried something similar. "John what were you doing when the dusting hit?" John looked up then answered a bit reluctantly. "I was playing with my daughter, Mary was out, and ... then .." John obviously didn't what to go further. "Well, I think you know what happened next." Sherlock sent him a barely noticeable look of sympathy but Zoe pressed on. "Really? When you dusted? There wasn't any thing else?" John just stood there blankly.

"Dorthy, Queenqueg?" Back on his end Henry was having no change in his luck. "Sorry Henry." Dorthy apologized. "Perhaps it was a dream?" Queenqueg rationalized. Henry rubbed his forehead, thinking to himself. "Henry?" His best friend was concerned for him. Henry and Zoe looked at each other, knowing the same thing.

"They don't remember."

"Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious."

"There's something you wish to share with us." Sherlock, being the pretentious smart one of the group, made a fact, not a question. "Hey, is it just me or is that the floating man in the red cape? Didn't he have a goatee though?" Henry asked. "No, I'm pretty sure Sherlock's ego wouldn't allow that ability to stay hidden if he could fly." Sherlock ignored that rather odd statement. "Your conversation with Fleming, there's something about the dusting both you and your new old friend have remembered after forgetting for a long time."

"Right as always Sherlock." Zoe explained. "Before I try to explained what's happening let's focus on something that I personally find more fascinating." She pointed to Lincoln then Henry. "Is this what you mean by Multiverse?" Lincoln nodded. "M, Gentlemen and Lady, allow me to introduce you to the Strike Team Eliminating the Alien Menace or S.T.E.A.M. S.T.E.A.M., I'd like you to meet the League of Extraordinary Gentleman or simply the League."

"Now I believe it's finally time you all got the answers. Like I said before I really though I would that day would be my last ..."

Earth-1895 Flashback

Antarctica

"Goodbye my friends" Lincoln cut off the transmission and looked up directly at the Great Shoggoth. Sweat pored out of his brow, he shook of his iconic stovepipe hat, the heat was steadily becoming almost unendurable but it will be worth it for his home, for the lives of his men, for their families. He closed his eyes and thought about his legacy. Henry more than proved himself when he was out of commission and despite what some old fashioned people would say Katherine was more than an excellent second on command so S.T.E.A.M. was in good hands should anything else should happen. The world and humanity will be saved, the rebuilding will undoubtedly be difficult but this war has proved that humanity will endure on. His family ... He opened his eyes.

Mary. Robert. Tad. He ... He promised them he'd make it back, despite his wife's protests, he remembered comforting Tad and Robert after that fateful night in the theater telling them that he won't leave them for a very long time. "What am I doing?" When they lost Willie and Eddie, it was devastating, what kind of man he would be to put them through more of that pain when he had the possibility, however slight, to prevent that. Swiftly he reached into his pocket and got out the Emerald Key Queen Ozma entrusted him with. If he timed the spell just right there will be no necessary sacrifice.

*Woooaaaaa*

The Liberty shouldn't be too far now. Teleport too early and the explosion that ABE will create might not be large enough to take out the monster. Wait until it was too late and he'll never see his family again. Christ, it was staring to feel like the sun was in here, he could hear the pipes bursting and at this point his head might as well be a faucet. "Its time." Lincoln decided, he then lifted the Key in the in air, but by some unlucky hand of fate it was at that moment ABE decided to explode. He teleported fine but the force of the explosion seemed to push him one dimension off from his target.

*FLASH*

Instead of the Liberty Lincoln was in for a surprise as he found himself floating in a strange place. He touched his throat, despite the lack of gravity he could still breath just fine with out feeling any sense of suffocation or air poisoning. He clicked his wireless. "Henry? Captain? Do you read me?" Nothing answered him, just white noise. "Katherine? ... Milton? Can anyone hear me?" This was very worrying, he was receiving nothing but static. For miles and miles all he could see was dark purple clouds that went around and around forming a giant swirl with no other signs of life. Thankfully he still had his Emerald Key in his hand but where could he go? Wait, what was that? In the distance he could see a tiny little, almost invisible, spec but it looks like it slowly was getting bi-

"WHOA!"

In the blink of an eye the spec went from being far in the horizon to being right in Lincoln's face. Lincoln flapped his arms and legs to maneuver away form the space ship while the Irken pilot formerly named Tak looked at the lifeform on the scanner. Were this any other time and place Tak would vaporize the lifeform, especially if it was a human. Just looking the squirming, pink skinned malformed ape reminded her of that awful planet and of - no best not to think about him. Besides that green and metal object was generating a tremendous amount of energy and power that was unprecedented. She, no, the Empire needed it.

The Emerald Key started to shake in Lincoln's hand and he didn't notice until it flew away form him. The ship was now magnetic so the key was stuck to the hull. It became a bit more difficult for Lincoln to maintain his composer as his only means of escape was taken from him. Tak wanted to dispose of the human but both of her brains told her to push a button instead. A mechanical claw popped out of the ship and grabbed Lincoln by the torso. 'He might have some answers and besides its been a while since the lab has had a proper experiment .'

The cruiser zipped back to the Massive in hyper speed, taking Lincoln with it. Despite all laws of physics saying that Lincoln's clothes and flesh should be stripped from his bones, aside from feeling a tremendous wind pressure, Lincoln was completely fine. Weird. The ship finally stopped an Lincoln saw something truly MASSIVE (heh) and futuristic. It was the same mothership the candymakers would later encounter only it was in even worst condition than when Charlie and James would later see, it barely look like it was ever functional. Lincoln looked at it in slight aw, wondering what's going to happen with him

The ship soon came to a complete stop inside the Massive. Abruptly the ship dropped down to the docking bay really really hard, startling Lincoln and making him feel nauseous. The human looked around him, it was so dark he could hardly see anything around him and what's weirder he was still floating. The loud clanks of several footsteps got close to him then several bright lights shone in his face.

"Oooooo, its been awhile, hasn't it?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Lincoln looked and saw little green creatures observing and commenting on him. They were dressed in identical purple garbs and walked around in giant metal boots and strangely they were all speaking English with american accents. He cleared his throat and remembered procedure on encountering other cultures for the first time. "Greetings, I am President Abraham Lincoln and on behalf of the United States of America, I extend our hands of friendship." The Irkens just looked at each other in confusion. "What was that gibberish he called a language?"

"How should I know? You know how the translators broke months ago."

"They did? What about the guy who was supposed to be around in case this happens?"

"He's busy eating beans and swallowing air, I heard he made a breakthrough on cracking the De Farti code."

Lincoln looked at the Irkens in concern. "Uhh, Not to be rude but I need to point out that we're clearly speaking the same language." One of the Irkens became alarmed and raised his gun. "Did it just threaten us?"

"Wha- no I-"

"Oh calm down. Its obviously basking in our glory so much it can't form coherent words."

"You know what I think?" One of the Irkens said in a lustful tone. "I think that was it's mating call." Lincoln slightly grew panicked. "What?! No! Listen to me I-"

"Hmm, I still think it's just making up on just to mock us." Lincoln took deep breaths, it was going to be difficult to maintain his calm. "Look, you're not understa-" Lincoln didn't get to finish as the claw that was still holding him electrocuted him into unconsciousness. Lincoln slumped and Tak floated out of her ship and put on her boots. "Hey what happened?" One of the Irkens asked. "I put him to sleep," Tak got down form the air and on to the ground, "I know his kind."

"Aww, why'd you do that Tak? I could have gotten to first base with him." Tak shot her fellow Irken non fatally in anger. "MY NAME'S NOT TAK!"

"What do we call you then? You're not being forthcoming on anything new."

"Forget it. This," she held up the Emerald Key, "will solve much of our problems."

Some time later

Lincoln woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of coughing. He coughed a bit blowing away the smoke, he opened his eyes only to see large ruby red ones staring back (much to his own disappointment). "Good morning sunshine. Welcome to prison, not exactly an ideal spot but hey beats the storage closet they were keeping me in and we no longer have to were those itchy magnet boots." Lincoln crawled back to see another Irken, his shirt collar covered his mouth but the end of a cigar stuck out. "There used to be more here but we either left them behind to lighten the load or they ate each other." Looking down at himself he saw that he was stripped of chest plate, boots, and trench coat. He was in what was obviously a prison cell, with two small beds, a large metal bucket filled with dirty water, and a harmonica leaning on the back wall. The bars were not iron or steel but hard purple light beams. Also the gravity was back and the Massive was now eliminated with dark purple lights.

He got up and moved towards the bars. He could feel the small heat radiating off of them. Lincoln was about to lightly tap the bars when, "I wouldn't do that," his cellmate called out, *cough* *cough*"its quite shocking it you know what I mean." Lincoln stepped back, understanding the danger. "Thank you." The Irken lied into his bed. "Don't mention it, my name's Narn by the way, welcome to the Massive."

Narn sat himself up. "You wouldn't mind if I smoke these right?" He cough again and taped the cigar, letting some ashes fall down. "I saw some of your kind using these during one of Zim's many "reports" and I got curious." Lincoln paced around the cell, Narn seemed to be more reasonable than the other Irkens. "It's fine, they were a gift but I personally prefer a pipe." Lincoln then realized something. "Wait, you can understand me?"

"Why wouldn't I? We're both speaking the universal language aren't we?

"I suppose so, but they send that the translators broke and even though I could clearly understand them, they seemed to think I was saying "other things"." Narn rolled his eyes. "Oh, that's probably because of the Florpus. Transforming back and fourth between alternate versions of yourself with different biologies plus being trapped in this place might screw your perceptions a bit. Also you'll probably loose some brain cells along the way but considering I and, well, two other Irkens were the only ones that rose any objections to following the Tallest to cretin death that's not saying much."

The sound of metal doors could be herd as they slide open. In walked Tak followed by an assortment of armed guards. "Oh Hello Tak, we were just talking to you." Tak ignored his quip (otherwise she'd be angry) and focused on Lincoln. "Back against the wall Narn. Human, it's time for your mind probing." Narn stepped back as Tak deactivated the bars. She pulled out a gun and shot Lincoln. He went as stiff as a statue and fell to the floor with a clank. One of the guards grabbed him by the feet and pulled him away, the back of his head banged into a few bumps on the ground.

"If you can hear me," Narn called, "don't resist. You'll just make things more painful for yourself!"

Later, after the stiffing wore off, Lincoln was strapped down to a chair and a strange helmet was hanging above his head by a few wires. Tak used her spider limps to get to eye level with Lincoln. "Who exactly are you?" She asked. "If you'd could understand me back there then you already know who I am." Tak snorted. "You seriously expect me to believe that. I may have not been on Earth for long but I know that even if the human leader didn't call that actor's mustache ugly his life span wouldn't have let him live today."

She forcefully pulled down the helmet on Lincoln's head and strapped it in place. "Wait, what did you say about Earth?" Tak ignored Lincoln she walked behind a control panel. She pushed a few buttons and suddenly Lincoln felt a crushing pain on the sides of his head. It was small at first but then it steadily grew in intensity more and more. Lincoln started huffing and puffing as the pain became almost unendurable.

"If you're wondering, yes there is a more efficient and painless way to do this," on the control consul's monitor a series of images flashed, Lincoln's recent memories. Tak turned a dial and in spite of his best efforts Lincoln started to scream, "but this is much more fun."

Back in his cell with Narn the once strong world leader looked worse for were, but despite still feeling tremendous amounts of pain he looked at Tak with some contention and defiance. "So, you weren't lying, you really are Abraham Lincoln but from another universe," Tak paced around the other side of the bars, "another Earth, one that went through and invasion led by a Shoggoth. Hehehe. If the Emerald Key can bring you here then it should be able to lead us to your planet. Ohhoho. We really should thank you not only has the key you brought us helped bring back the power to the Massive but now we can finally leave this prison. When I take over your Earth, not only will I finally be recognized but, ooohhh, the look on Zim's stupid face when I,-I mean, we rub our victory in." Tak let out an insane laughter as she ran away.

"I wouldn't worry too much, the others barley let her do anything and with their current state of mind and lost of resources I doubt they could pull of a successful invasion." Lincoln appreciated the attempts at comfort but his feeling of guilt did not leave. "They said you fought a Shoggoth and lived." Narn got Lincoln's undivided attention now. "Usually when a being or civilization encounters creatures relating to the spawn of Azathoth, they either end up becoming sacrifices to cults or going completely mad, often at the same time. And yet not only you and presumably your planet are still here but you are showing no signs of madness. How'd you do it?"

"It wasn't easy I can tell you that but eventually the world leaders put aside our differences and together we drove back the invaders."

Narn whistled to himself. "Well, they're definitely safe."

Over the next few months Narn and Lincoln got to know each other better. Narn was interesting. He seemed like a nice enough chap but in his own words: "The rest of the universe is too stupid and idiotic to be left alone. That is why the Empire, the wars, and Operation: Impending Doom II is necessary. Don't worry it's just our universe, concurring the multiverse is not worth it so your planet is safe." Lincoln decided it was best to keep his distance.

On the bright side Narn turned out to be right about Tak's situation. Soon enough Tak came back to their cell in a bad mood. The look in her eyes was the angriest he had ever seen in person. She ranted and raved to the only people that had no choice but to listen for the longest time about how she was constantly denied honors, is treated badly, how they won't tell her any thing, how they won't give her back "her" key, and blaming it all on Zim. Zim, oh god Zim. She went on for THREE HOURS about how it was his fault, how he was undeserving of banishment of all things, how he would suffer a billion deaths and it all got mixed up and repetitive. Afterward Narn gave the helpful advise to never bring up this Invader Zim, not that it stopped Tak from making the occasional rant.

Because of Tak's focus on self pity and how awful Zim is, Lincoln and Narn had no idea what was going on with the other Irkens. This was greatly troubling to Lincoln as he had no idea if the invasion of Earth was already underway or not, hell for all he knew his planet and his people were enslaved. So it was for many months just sitting and waiting (he would have tried the harmonica but for some it was always covered in fresh saliva and for some reason his hair stopped growing which saved him from grooming) until one day things started to change. Lincoln and Narn were just sitting in their cell when suddenly a feeling of dread washed over their bodies. "Did you just ... feel that?" Lincoln asked. "Yeah, ... it-it might be ... It's nothing, lets not worry about that." Despite Narn's statement that awful uncomfortable feeling didn't leave them for several hours.

Ever seance that day Tak's demeanor changed. She was still angry, they could still see that in her eyes, and when pressed she still ranted about Zim (that was something Lincoln quickly came to regret) but other than that she was now quieter, a bit more rushed in her actions, and even barley acknowledged them in the rare times she walked past their cell. This greatly confused the pair but in time this didn't matter, their escape was upon them.

Lincoln was sleeping soundly one night when suddenly he woke up with feeling of wind rushing past his face and the sounds of laser blasts. "Wha- Wha?" He was speeding through the Massive, constantly dodging the fire of Irken weaponry. It must have been late in the night because Lincoln still felt a bit sleepy but now was not the time. "What in Sam Hill is going on!?" Lincoln half shouted half questioned. "Oh good you're awake!" Narn had his arms and legs wrapped around Lincoln's torso, flying with his jet PAK. "Hold on!" Narn maneuvered down to the floor. "Grab the body!"

"What body?" Narn stopped on the ground and the sounds of a energy cannon firing next to Lincoln was head followed by a SPLAT. Lincoln jumped slightly as the body of an Irken with a chuck of his forehead missing landed on top of him. "That body." Despite Lincoln's surprise (his experiences hunting vampires and fighting the Civil War ensured he wouldn't be that disgusted by it) he held on the the body real tight as Narn flew them away.

"Where are we going?!"

"To the armory!"

"The armory, why?!"

"For our escape you fool! I would have woken you up and explained earlier but you looked too cute!"

"Oh, ... I'll pretend I know what you mean by that last thing."

Eventually they made it the the entrance of the armory. Lincoln kept watch while Narn used the hand of the dead Irken (who's missing forehead chuck was slowly growing back) the open the entrance with the palm reading lock. "I'm going to help you escape," Narn called out, "but before we go on I want you to promise me one thing."

"What exactly is that?" Lincoln asked. "You bring the fight to the Massive, and when your forces take it, do everything in your power to send me and my people home. If you can't do it then go to this Queen Ozma woman, force her to help us if possible!" Lincoln was a bit conflicted. "Look, I'll be honest wi-"

"No, let me tell you something darling." Narn stopped the process of the door opening and got up to Lincoln's level.

"I actually don't need you, at least to escape our cell. When I finally cut the power to our bars I could have left you sleeping on your bed, but I didn't because I need someone with a lot of power, resources, influence, and military strength to get us out of this hell. The others might be content waiting for a rescue that won't ever come but not me. I know that if we ever get out of here someone would have to work for it and right now you're our best bet." One of Narn's spider legs then transformed into a canon and put it right against Lincolns head. "If you won't help me because of something petty like morality then I can just pop your head, I waited for a century, I think, so I can easily wait for a few more for my next opportunity."

Lincoln stared back in to Narn's eyes not letting any conformity show. The alternate president thought about what Narn claimed, was this just a bluff? "Ughhh, where I'm I?" A voice asked from behind. The same Irken that Narn had shot earlier got up feeling a rather painful head ache. *BOOM* *SPLAT* In one cannon shot, his forehead was once missing and he fell to the ground, dead again. Narn, without looking away from the human, had turned his canon to his victim and swiftly killed him before turning the canon back to Lincoln.

This action reminded Lincoln of what Narn said about enslaving and concurring and then he remembered what made him decide to live in the first place. "Alright, but we do it on my terms so as soon as try something less then ethical behind my back you're going back in this place." Lincoln proposed a compromise, witch Narn seem to agree on as he went back to opening the door. "You should really to loosen up your morals, they often get in the way of progress and achievement."

The doors finally opened and Lincoln and Narn went inside. "Your stuff should be inside a cardboard box somewhere, they don't really care these days." Narn pointed to a direction for Lincoln to follow. "I have to go get some things on my own. See you soon." Lincoln went off to search and in no time at all found the cardboard box Narn was talking about. All of his stuff was there and soon he was back in his normal attire now he needed a weapon. A bit more searching and he found his preferred weapon of choice: an Axe. He took it off the rack to inspect it, he gave it a few twirls and flips, remembering the fighting lessons of his teachers: Henry Sturges and Orlando. It was a bit heaver than he would have liked as it was completely metal and it has indeed been a while since he had to use one but he could still put up a fight.

Still the axe obviously did not have a hidden gun in side so he took what the thought was a gun and ran back to Narn. Narn saw Lincoln's "arsenal" and was unimpressed. "An axe? We have the most advanced weaponry in the cosmos and posses enough firearms for a small army and all you took was something as primitive as a battle axe. That thing shouldn't even be here, we must have forgotten to melt it for spare metal."

"Well in my younger days I fought creatures far stronger than me with nothing more than an Axe, granted its been a while, but I also took this," he showed Narn the gun, "I can handle myself." Narn wacked the gun out of Lincoln's hand, letting it slide on the floor. "That's not a gun, do not ask what it really is." Narn flew away and came back in a snap carrying three objects. "There's your gun." The gun Narn gave to Lincoln was absolutely tiny. "Um, isn't there anything-" "GAH" When Lincoln accidentally pointed it to Narn, he slightly panicked and pushed the human's arm away.

"Be careful with that!" Narn then got our a small purple orb and a small ear piece which he gave to Lincoln. "Put that in your ear." Lincoln did so while Narn flew away. Suddenly a buzzing noise could be herd in the ear that Lincoln put the piece in. "Can you her me?" Lincoln looked up amazed at the fact that even though Narn was quite a distance away from him it sounded like he was right next to him with out any interference to the quality whatsoever. "I uh, I hear you loud and clear." 'Emphases on clear.'

"Good, this communicator orb should ensure our continued contact cross the barrier between your Earth and wherever the Massive is."

"It's that strong."

"Of course this is Irken technology, now hold still," he took aim with something that looked like a gun, "I will teleport you one of the ship holds, the're usually empty. Don't worry the teleportation process is completely painless."

"That's good to kno-AHHHHHHHHH." It looked like Lincoln was struck by lightning before being disintegrated. A smoking scorch mark was in the place where the great emancipator once stood, Narn continued to float in place as he got out the last cigar. "I lied."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lincoln suddenly materialized in one of the Massive's ship holds, still screaming. The pain faded and Lincoln was left feeling resentful. 'Bastard.' He turned around and as if the universe was against him five Irkens were starring at him in astonishment, it looked like they were in the middle of some sort of card game. They slowly dropped the cards and powered their guns while Lincoln reached behind his back for his axe. "Narn," he contacted his ally. "Yes, Abraham." One of the aliens pushed a button and that activated a loud siren.

Lincoln ducked behind a metal crate as the Irkens started shooting. "You got to be kidding me. What happened?"

"Don't blame me, you made me teleport in front of them while screaming!" One Irken attempted to get the jump on Lincoln by landing behind him, his head was swiftly chopped off. More Irkens entered to pursue and Lincoln had to make a run for it. "Just choose a ship and follow my instructions and you'll be back on your planet in no time." The former USA President was on the run, doing everything he can to doge the constant blaster fire. (jumping ducking, even occasionally twirling) At first they tried to get close to Lincoln only to find out that getting hacked into pieces before they could harm him was no fun at all, so they were forced to keep their distance. Lincoln was getting close to the ship docking aria, however THEY were waiting for him.

As he got closer Lincoln saw hundreds of not thousands of Irkens were waiting for him, obviously they had an ambush prepared. Lincoln looked back and fourth between the ambush and his current pursuers. They're too many of them, no matter how skilled he was, the axe won't be enough. Lucky for him he still had his gun, his tiny small gun that probably didn't hold that much ammo but it might just give him a chance. He slowed to a stop, hiding the gun in his sleeve, and raised his arms, the axe still in his hand.

"Human, put down your weapon and come with us back to your cell." What looked like to be their sergeant spoke up from the ambush, a fleet of parked cruisers and a open launch bay was right behind the ambushing group. 'So close.' Lincoln thought to himself, he'd come too far not to give up now. "Alright I'll comply shortly." In one flash move he threw the axe at his pursuers and fired his gun at the sergeant. He ducked as the axe logged itself between the eyes of an Irken and a small dart that turned out to be what the gun was loaded with, fired. The Irken screamed in pain at his splitting headache, firing wildly at both friend and foe meanwhile the sergeant look down at his chest horrified at the dart. "WHA- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Rather than get the jump on the human the ambushers ran away, wanting to get away from their sergeant who at this point dropped to the floor holding his twitching sides and in a lot of pain, impressively he did not scream. Lincoln for his part did not think why he wasn't being shot at or being jumped on as he was busy heading towards the nearest ship. As Lincoln crawled into the cockpit, from the shadows and unseen to anyone, what looked like to be a dark pitch black wisp of smoke emerged.

The wisp slithered past the Irken with the axe, glancing to admire his pain and then came to the sergeant. He was still in pain and not screaming but now glowing cracks in his skin started to appear. All it look one one whip from the shadow's tail and the sergeant finally started to scream, with the cracks growing more rapidly around his body, a quicker but more painful death.

"Uh, what do I do?" Lincoln was in the ship looking at the controlls which were completely different to that of a zeppelin and he didn't even know how to fly that. "Its just like your people's "airplanes", simple stuff." Narn siad with a hint of impatience. "What's an airplane?" Lincoln banged the consul and suddenly the ship stated and hovered in the air. "What the?" After a moment Lincoln grabbed the throttle and the ship moved forward and out of the Massive. "What did you do?" Asked Narn.

"I-I don't know. I think I activated some auto pilot"

Unbeknownst to either of them the black tendril snuck inside the ship's inner workings and stated it, it was now driving it to a cretin point in the vortex. Meanwhile, back in the ship hold the sergeant was screaming louder than ever. Finally the cracks became to much and he exploded. The explosion was so large it took out the entire ship hold and destroyed any unfortunate Irkens that didn't get out in time.

Lincoln herd the loud boom and looked back to see the resulting smoke cloud and flames. 'So that's what it does.' He had no more time to reflect on this however as from the other holds more ships flew out and started to converge on Lincoln. Lincoln turned back to the consul and pushed the throttle forward, entering light speed. "You just entered light speed! You sure you've never flown one before?"

"I just pushed the thing forward and it went fast!" Suddenly it stopped and Lincoln slammed against the dashboard because he wasn't wearing any seatbelts. In his ear he could hear sizzling and crackling before the line went completely dead. "Narn?" He brought his hand up to his ear, but there was nothing but silence. "Narn?!" He put his hand in his pocket to feel for the orb but he was soon to encounter bad news. Instead of something smooth and round he felt two somethings jagged and sharp. He got the two things out of the pocket and saw that the orb was crushed into two, now worthless, pieces. "No," he whispered to himself, he just lost his contact.

To make matters worse he heard multiple warping sounds and behind him he saw all of the ships that were perusing him come out of lightspeed. "This is bad." He refocused on the various buttons and lights with symbols that no matter how hard, he couldn't understand. As the ships surrounded him he found he had no choice but to close his eyes and push any button in blind faith. Whatever button Lincoln pressed caused the ship to eliminate red and beep, loudly and repeatably. Lincoln looked around him, wondering what went wrong. "Self destruct activated," a recording said. I was at this moment Lincoln wondered if the universe hated him, "you have 30 min- wait, hold on." What sounded like paper flipping played. "Sorry, that's 30 seconds, have a nice day."

With that cheerful note the recording ended and Lincoln banged his head, hating himself at the moment. He would have been happy to know then that the self destruction wasn't his fault. The dark wisp was still in the controls and continued to manipulate the ship. It was the one that cancelled whatever function Lincoln activated and made it look like the human was destroying his own ship. When Lincoln almost smashed the controls it activated the escape ejector seat. Lincoln was automatically strapped in his seat and before he knew it he was shot in the void just as the ship exploded. A few Irkens ejected after Lincoln but by then it was mostly too late.

For such a small ship the explosion a very large, destroying pretty much all of the other surrounding ships, if any Irkens were still in their ships they would have not necessarily perished, but grievously harmed. The force of the explosion pushed Lincoln and the escaping Irkens further away. Lincoln gripped the sides of his chair, grimising at the force of the wind pushing against him. The black tendril pushed the chair to it where it needed it to be. The chair slowly came to a stop and Lincoln just floated in slight shock. 'Wow,' Lincoln faced up to the "sky" with his eyes closed, fatigue starting to consume him. ' ... How do I get home?" It was that thought that made him realize that he and very much likely Narn never came up with an idea on how he would get back to Earth after he left the Massive.

He opened his eyes and saw something strange. All across the vortex there was the these strange swirls of clouds of various colors, they weren't there when he first arrived in this place. He brought his head down and he saw that one of the swirls were not too far from him. Out of curiosity he unbuckled himself from the chair and swam closer to the swirl. There was an almost watery center in the swirl and through it he started to make out some details. Some grass, strange machinery, what looked like some cars with strange designs, and most of all a clear sunny blue sky with a few clouds. 'Home?' Hesitantly, he reached his hand out, he didn't want to raise his hopes but at the same time he needed to touch the swirl. To his surprise, his hand went threw and he saw it was now on the other side of the swirl. Through his glove he felt a slight coolness in the atmosphere and he almost smiled at what this means. "It's a doorway. A doorway to home."

He was just about to go through when suddenly he felt a tug on his coat tails. "FOUND IT!" A voice called out from behind and before Lincoln knew it he was suddenly grabbed by many tiny hands and being forced back. "We'll have to remove bits of it's brain when we get back! No one escapes the Irkens!" Lincoln was being dragged further and further away from his salvation, his chances of escape were dwindling. The black tendril continued to watch from a close but discrete distance, debating with itself if they should directly help again.

Didn't have to wait for long, as the hoop of a lasso emerge from the portal and towards the prisoner and the party of aliens. Frantically Lincoln struggled and managed to free his right arm and just barley got a tight hold of it. A few Irkens let go of the man to take hold of several different parts of the rope, figuring seance the're already here they might as well take more prisoners. For the briefest of seconds it looked like the Irkens would pull more at least one more person as more of the rope came into the vortex. Then, luck was finally on Lincoln's side, more force was added on the other side as Lincoln was pulled to safety, he slipped out of the Irken's grasp except for one who stubbornly clung to his legs.

The black tendril watched the whole thing, what was it thinking no one could tell as it had no visible face but it seemed to take note of the Irken's visible reluctance to enter the portal. It looked back at the portal and just floated there, it's agent within the Finders acted satisfactory and with Lincoln and one of their own on the other side the aliens will be bound to come to this new reality.

Chapter Text

Earth-1898

Lincoln's apartment.

"... they pulled me through and to make a long story short: here I am." Lincoln finished his story (excluding the part where Narn threatened him, no one, not even Dorthy, needs to know that for now) as both teams made up people who in most other Earths are nothing more than fiction listen with engagement. Their expectations of disbelief range from convinced to somewhat skeptical but no one thought he was, at least intentionally, lying, well except for one person. Campion was there poring people their drinks and he definitely had some things to say. An arm rise from M however put a stop to that and Campion nervously went back to business.

"Oh man." Called out James (Trotter not Bond) standing up from the back of the room. Everyone looked behind them to see Trotter standing there munching on another peach. He stood there awkwardly looked at the people in front of him and the screen. "Hello there, um, what did I miss?"

"Hi James!" A cherry voice called out from the rod. On Earth-1895 Henry and the others turned to look in the back in their own room to see a smiling Charlie giving a cheery wave. "H-How did you get out?" Ask John surprised at not having noticed Charlie come out. "I have been in handcuffs and chains more times than I can count. I know how to pick locks and hide the tools."

"Wait, you've could have gotten out the whole time we were keeping you here?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you then?" Asked Dorthy.

"Because you set me up with an appointment with your Captain Fleming and it be pretty rude of me if he came all the way here only for me to be absent."

Charlie looked back and fourth around the room. "Would you like me to go back to my room?"

"Sir?" Queenquag looked at Henry if he wanted Charlie escorted away. (Even thou, as he correctly guessed, Charlie didn't need escorting) Henry considered, but out of curiosity decided to try something different.

"Excuse me," Henry called into the rod, "James?"

"Yes?" Both Bond and Trotter answer, looking at each other in confusion. "You with the peach."

Trotter stepped foreword. "Yes?"

Henry then gave the rod to Charlie. "This is for you." Charlie look back his rod and the candy maker and his assistant were reunited.

"Hi, James everything go well?" He cheerfully greeted his assistant. "If by go well you mean if I had a great time in the desert, then yes it was wonderful." Trotter's sarcasm made it clear he wasn't having a wonderful time.

"What do you mean?"

"The factory. The Elevator broke down before it could send me back to the factory."

"Oh, where did it land then?"

"In the middle of the freaken Australian outback! I had to wait a whole night in the burning wilds until Matilda found me!"

"Ahhhhh," Charlie looked at Trotter more closely. Hmm, He actually does now possesses a slight tan. "Well, did you have fun with the happy hoppy kangaroos?"

Trotter's eye twitched, he did encounter a kangaroo and his rids are still in pain. Basically he spent the entire afternoon and night and this morning in the Australian outback all by himself and he obviously he was not prepared and the kangaroos were the most painful of his problems and now Charlie thinks he can just brush this off like it was nothing? How dare he!

Out of anger and without hesitation Trotter bit of the core of his peach, taking the pit in his mouth. After Chewing and swallowing the surrounding fruit Totter leaned back and spat the Peach seed right at Charlie's left eye. To the astonishment of every one watching the seed went right through the screen and into its intended target.

*PLONK* "Ow! My eye!" Charlie dropped the rod rubbed his eye in slight pain, "ok, probably should have thought before I said anything."

"Wait a minute," John Watson called out, "did that seed just went through the screen and hit somebody in the eye?"

"It's a trick of some sort." Sherlock tried to rationalize. "He had another seed with him that he hid in his sleeve and throw in his own face. And the man, he is a clone who was experimented on and only thinks he comes from another Earth."

"Sherlock," John deadpanned began, "How exactly is hiding from real life aliens during the Tripod War any less believable."

"The universe is infinite, it would make less since if we were alone then it would if we weren't."

"Dracula is a vampire." Zoe pointed out.

"Its just some sort of disease!"

"A disease?" Bond looked at Sherlock with his best 'Are you kidding me right now?' face. "Yes, it most defiantly a disease. A disease that gives you immortality, reliance on consuming other people's blood, growing fangs to suck the blood, weather manipulation, control over bats and wolves, and oh yes shape shifting into another creature by hiding in the animal's body. There are many diseases like that."

Unable to argue Sherlock turned to his brother for help. "Don't bother. That's James Henry Trotter, peach boy himself, and the factory he works for ..." M shuttered. "There are things Sherlock, things in MI6's files that you really really REALLY don't want to see." If he found out about Haven City and the People that inhabit it ... Actually his reaction might just be worth a breach of the agreement.

Out of options Sherlock looked to Hyde for something resembling normal. Hyde just chuckled. "Daddy's not coming to save you and besides," he briefly flashed his may-or-may-not hallucinatory sharp teeth at the detective, "Jekyll and Hyde."

Meanwhile Lincoln stood with Trotter who was sharing the rod with him. Right now the screen was black and on mute so they couldn't find out what was going on. "Are they being quiet or something?" Lincoln asked.

"No, the rod's programmed to turn to dark and mute itself whenever one user puts it down." Trotter answered, then noticed the look of the man next to him. "Say did anyone ever tell you you're the spitting image of Abraham Lincoln?"

Lincoln was going to correct him but decided against it, for now he had enough of unbelieving reactions. "Many times." That technically wasn't a lie, hold on. "How long were you listening?"

"I just managed to shack off my grogginess, were you telling a story earlier?" Ahh, that explains why he didn't know his identity. "What's your name anyway?" His name? Well, he didn't feel like dealing with disbelief right now so quickly, what was the first name he could think of? "Just call me ... Wesley!" Where did that come from?

"The annoying Star Trek kid?" Oh yeah, that weird show that Hank liked to watch. Before they could continue the screen cam back on. Captain Fleming was there, looking a bit bewildered. "Uh, sorry for keeping you waiting."

"That fine, let me get the League." Lincoln gathered every one around to get things strait.

"Alright," M begin, "I can see by Captain Fleming's conversation with Van Helsing that you had at least two invasions from something other worldly." The S.T.E.A.M. group nodded.

"I knew you could fight off the Irkens, there nothing compared to the last invaders." Lincoln said with a proud smile, Henry looked a bit sheepish. "I won't lie to you. it wasn't easy at their basic disregard for defense they packed quite the punch but things went smoothly when we discovered their weakness was water.

Everyone grew silent at that odd fact. "Water?" Watson asked. "Their weakness is water?"

"Yeah," Carter spoke up, "the moment water and most other liquids for that matter, come in to contact with the species' flesh it starts to burn, corrode and evaporate away like its acid."

"Are they Gremlins or something?" Hyde asked, salivating at the beautiful image of flesh melting off the bones of people he hated, like his mother.

"I don't what that is."

"Are they not reliant on water or something?" Zoe had to ask. "Do they lack blood? Do they not excrement sweat or tears?"

"Oh, they do that alright. They also spit and, uh, answer nature's call albeit not as frequently as most other species. Let me relay to you a small experiment I preformed with our first and, at this current time, only Irken prisoner."

"Oh, is this going to be boring? I hate boring." Hyde complained then headed out of the apartment, his enhanced nose smelled something sweet and sugary. "Fill Daddy in later I'm heading out. Bye Bye!"

Lincoln pick up his axe and followed Hyde. "Someone has to keep an eye on him. Continue with out me." Trusting his president Carter continued.

"I was curious when a found out that the aliens were compromised of water just like any other creature so one night when the specimen was sleeping I snuck inside and with the smallest drop of the cleanest water I could find and I administered contact. While he did react to the drop with the same why one might react to if an irritating feather landed on your nose if you were sleeping: just a small scratch, it did still sightly left a burn mark. I've come to the conclusion that while potential pollutants in the water might contribute to an Irkens rate of designation, pure H2O is still deadly especially in large amounts. No here's where things get confusing."

"I wanted to see if they consumed water at all so in another experiment I gave the specimen two ice cold glass cups of water, one with a straw and one without. Sure enough he drank the one with the straw and when he finished he simply put the straw in the other cup before he drank it."

"Side Note: it was kind of odd that the Irken didn't seem to question the glass's presence. He just woke up as decided to have a drink as soon as he saw the water never wondering or even putting the slightest effort investigating where the water came from."

"Getting back on track: nothing spectacular happened. No yells of pain or erosion of the body he just drank and disposed of the water like any other creature. At one point I even gave it just one glass with no straw. He still drank it but I noticed it was extra careful that the water not touch his lips."

Many of the League thought about the implication and the fact that from an evolutionary standpoint it didn't make any sense. One thing to note was that Sherlock and M were looking at each other, having a silent conversation using only the slightest facial movement.

"Is there any thing useful we need to know? Besides the fact that we use super soakers instead of guns." Watson's last comment got 007's memory of a long passed short lived happy childhood to resurface.

"Hold that thought."Carter reached into his pocket and got out a pocket sketch book. "Never leave the university without it." He looked at rod, he be lying of he said he wasn't a little scared.

"Thinking of giving it to them?" Charlie called out. "Go on! If you're that nervous than just stick one end of the book through and let them take it, or you can just throw it." Not wanting to risk it Carter took the second option, but not without placing a pen between certain pages. Zoe caught it and opened to a sketch resembling Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian Man except with a little green man and the addition of the familiar spider legs. On the other the other page was a black and white photograph of an Irken skeleton laying on a table, underneath was a paragraph which was basically an abridge version of the information Carter already gave to them.

The league gathered around Zoe, happy that they now have a visual reference. "You're quite the artist." Zeo complimented.

"Just making sure that the diagram was accurate as possible, can't information be misinterpreted be future peers. Flip to the next page if you may." Zoe did as Cater instructed and the next page had another sketch, this time of an oval with three smaller circles in it. Half of it was drawn like an exposed brain with metal implants and wires in it. "Let me guess, they keep their brains on their backs?" Zoe made a guess based on the fact the next sketch was of another Irken but this time it was drawn from the side from the torso up wearing the oval on its back.

"Kind of. If you remove the PAK, this is what they call the device to hold the brain, they'll still walk and hold conversations but they rabidly start to rot and lose their higher functions like speech and memory. Doing autopsies on fallen soldiers reviled that there is indeed a brain in the skull that's just really underdeveloped."

"So remove the PAK and then let the ice cream melt?" 007 asked.

"Not the exact phrase I would use but if you survive 11 minuets, yes basically."

Meanwhile during Carter's corespondents with the League, Charlie was with the Strike Team telling then his idea. (After calling Trotter and putting him on speaker phone with the assistance of the rod) "Here me James?"

"I here you loud and clear." Trotter spoke up, pleasing Charlie. "Excellent! Now then on to business. You saw my screens?"

"You have teleportation technology? That's amazing!" Henry exclaimed.

"A previous invention of my mentor."

"Must have made him a hell of a lot of money." John wondered. "Oh no, that marketing campaign failed, a lot."

"What!?" H-how can something like teleportation fail?" Tom asked what most people would think. "Well, actually" Henry thought back to a cretin "incident" in France involving a experimental teleportation machine and a fly. "Nevermind, continue." Good thing he didn't eat anything recently, God, just thinking about the photos of that man fly cat thing that Delarnbre had become.

"There was a number of reasons, but I manage to upgrade it a bit so that holographic projection doubles as a portal. I was thinking that we could connect it to a jumbotron I keep around my factory, I can bring you all to my world so that when our mutual invaders eventually come, they'll have quite the surprise to see some old friends.

"Neato!" Tom seemed enthused by the idea, but some were not to sure. "Is it, ya know, safe?" Asked John who had some reservations.

"Well the one time a person did teleport himself completely, lets just say he left with a smaller perspective of the world but other than that he was completely fine."

"Wait a second, the one time. Did you just say the one time?" John asked.

"Well, it was a prototype that wasn't even suppose to account for that problem but I fixed it now."

"That's not what I meant. Are you saying that you only used it once and then gave up. In fact, "wasn't even suppose to account", it was always meant to shrink stuff? "

"Now, hold on John." Henry stepped in to defend the candy maker. "I'm sure Bucket me-"

"Yes, it would have been wonderful too."

Once again people were astounded by Charlie's weird logic. "Why?"

"Its a long story but-"

"Let me stop you right there." Trotter called out from the phone. "I'm sorry sir but I think we should move along and besides you'll just make it bias towards Wonka. Just continue with the plan"

"I guess your right James." Charlie clasped his hands together, "So we will build a machine that will create a portal that will connect us to my Earth and unlike the one we see now it will be large enough to fit as many people and as much resources as we want."

"You really think he could pull that off?" Asked Henry.

"He's built a lot more unbelievable with a lot less, trust me."

"All right," Henry decided what to do. Even though he didn't fully know what to think of Charlie he seemed harmless enough, besides he could always post guards to watch him while he worked, the candy maker's thin, skinny frame told him of someone who wasn't that decent of a fighter or a possessor of great physical strength. "What do you need?"

"Some metal, paper, a quiet space, and some physical help would be nice, but if no one wants to help that's fine."

"Consider it done, and don't worry about it, some of my people will even volunteer."

"We will?" John asked, not that he had anything against manual labor, its just that he didn't know how to feel around Charlie. Tom on the other hand was already thinking of way to skirt around his duties and still get some candy, Queenqueg and Dorthy were just fine with it.

"Great!" Charlie walked off to think about his invention, he'll probably have to create it as fast as possible as the aliens could come at any time. Just in case he couldn't finish on time however. "James, are you still there?"

"Yes Charlie, I heard your conversation with your "captors". I'll get the jumbotron."

"Its not just that." Charlie clarified. "Get George, have him and the Oompa Loompas mix up that miracle fuel. Its time to use the Thunder Child."

"... Sir? Are you sure? I mean the army-"

"Were less than helpful last time. Sorry for the rudeness, but you know its true."

"Hmm. ok but the government won't like it."

"We'll deal with that when its time. As always stay safe." Charlie then hung up the phone and set to work drawing up plans.

Elsewhere Carter and Van Helsing mutually ended the call and M ordered everyone to go home and rest but prepare for the unexpected. The unexpected showed its face very soon however. "What the? WHERE THE HELL DID ALL THIS GUM CAME FROM?!" They heard Watson exclaimed from the hallway, M turned to James who looked a bit sheepish. He could smell the sweet bubble gum flavor pervading the room, if he was frustrated he made a good job not to show it.

"Look, I've been having a bad couple of days and really got inpatient with Sophie and the bureaucracy and, and aaa- I'll just pay for the clean up."

"So... How are you two fine with this?" Hank, Petey, his son, and that weird orange robot were walking down the street away, from praying eyes so people wouldn't see just how advanced HD-80 was.

"What do you mean?" Petey asked between chewing, Li'l Petey too busy reading the comic book Squadron Supreme vs Champions of Angor in HD-80 to participate. Petey loudly chewing some gum he found on the floor of the apartment lobby, there was a whole lot of the stuff with trapped MI6 agents stuck on all the walls. All Petey did was was grab a sticky clump off the floor and put it in his mouth. Of course Hank and Li'l Petey insisted on staying to help a bit but he convinced them that they had no time.

"That gum, aren't you worried that it was on the floor? Where did it come from anyway?"

"I spent most of my adult life in and out of Cat Jail, I'm pretty sure most of the stuff in the food they served came from a toxic wast dump. This Gum is five star meal compared to that excuse of food. As for the second thing, two words: Captain Underpants."

"Oh Yeah". That's right. Yup, if he lived in a city were FREAKING SUPERHEROS AND SUPERVILLAINS were a real thing he would not wonder and just go with the flow. God, superheros, listen to himself. Something happened when he came back home, the world was changing, first he time traveled to the age of King Arthur, then anthropomorphic animals turned out to be a thing, then they were invaded by aliens, and then there was ... that which should not be thought of. It might have even started earlier, he still remembered the day in high school when news got out that those crazy scientist brought dinosaurs back to life. 'Still, makes you wonder what's next?"

*RING*

*RING*

Petey took out his ringing mobile to see that the hybrid trying to reach him was a rat in a nice green suit and red tie. Petey smiled, it was his old cell mate. "Hey Nigel! How's married life treating you?" The commotion caught Hank's gaze. At first it was Petey but then he looked up at HD-80.

"Aw, they're fighting again." Li'l Petey mumbled. Hank wondered, despite Petey's claims he doubted the robot was that advanced, at least in terms of sentence. But then again, if the rumors about that "Big Announcement" US Robots and Mechanical Men, Inc. are going to make very soon, even remotely true. 'What's next indeed.' But no, no, advanced robots and hyper intelligent AI was the stuff of Terminator or the Matrix. '...right?'

Irken laboratory under Isla Sorna

"So, what do you think of our "Grand Empress"?" In the Irken base an Invader asked his female companion a question. "I'm just happy we have a real leader again even though she could get a little intense." The male took a beep breath. "Best not to say that in front of her. Right now she's "reprimanding" some medic units for calling her T- that name." The female chuckled humorlessly. "At least we're finally doing a proper invasion. Walking in strait lines, what were we thinking?"

The two Irkens laughed together as they walked down the hallway, not knowing that they were being listened to. As soon as he was alone the Tin Man poked his out from behind the corner. He headed down the corridor, the noises those poor creatures were making were becoming louder and louder signifying he was getting close to the center of things. Eventually he came to a door. While the screams were not coming from beyond, the door still had many locks and security measures on it so obviously they didn't want just anyone to get in. 'Hmm, How to get inside?' He looked to the side and saw something that looked potentially useful.

Much later a singular Irken was pushing a cart carrying a few deactivated SIR units. He stopped for a moment to take a quick break as the cart was very heavy. In the corner of his eyes he spotted something unusual. It was a heap of green and yellow robot parts, a sticky note with the words: 'important lab equipment, pls take inside', was on top. He looked left and right to see if anyone else was there but there was no one. 'Oh well', the Irken shrugged to himself and picked up the "equipment" one by one, placing them on top of the tiny robots.

After getting through the doors, he pushed the cart aside and went off to look for Jim. 'I hope he has more donuts.' As soon as he left that strange metal started moving on its own. Slowly, a left arm was reassembled and attached itself to a restored torso. The hand first grabbed a still beating metal heart and put it back in his chest, closing the cap with the kanji symbol afterwards. The torso got it's other arm and jumped off of the cart and landed on the already assembled legs and waist. Lastly he picked up his head and tighten it back on. 'Didn't think would work.'

The shrieks and cries were not as loud this time and Nick was tempted to head back outside to his original destination. Still he pressed on determined to find out if there was anything revealing. He went about the empty room making sure there was no chance of being seen. "Help me." The Tin Man suddenly heard a strange voice all the sudden and he looked around, not being able to pin down the location. "I'm down here." The voice spoke again and when the Tin Man looked down all he could see was the box he was crouching on. "I'm in the box robot man."

The Tin Man got off the box to inspect it. It was way too small to have any sentient being inside (even for an Irken). "Don't just stare get me out! It's getting hard to breathe!" in surprise the Tin Man drop the box with the loud CLANK. "AHHHH, THAT HURT! You trying to kill me?"

"Quiet!" The Tin Man half shouted half whispered clutching the box, looking around to see if anyone notice the disturbance. "Calm down! No one barley ever comes down here, no one wants to pay their respects to Cryptosporidium, veteran invader of 1'000 years." The cyborg looked down at the box. "Cryptosporidium?"

"Call me Crypo, and you are the robot from fairy land."

"Cyborg," the Ozonian corrected, "tell me if you know who I am and if you're an Irken why should I help you?"

Nick could feel something move back and fourth inside the box. "I know things, things that might be useful."

"Like what is your invasion plan?"

"Erm, I might have not been paying attention." He was about to put the box down. "Wait, wait, I know where we might find it!" Nick stopped. "The central computer room, it has all the important information, it'll definitely have the full details on the plan to blow up the monkeys, if you let me out I can take you to it, I'll even take you with me when we have to leave this grimey place." Nick considered the offer but there was one more thing he needed to know. "Why should I trust you? What brought you to betray your empire?" Silence followed. "Crypto?"

"Yesterday something happened to us." Crypto spoke with slight melancholy. "Long story short we got fat and blue and you know what our "Empress" did? She executed my friends, said they were too genetically corrupted to be of any use. As for me, she drain me of my blue liquids and stuffed me inside this box so that no one will have to see my "disgusting" deformity. I love blowing sh** up for the Empire but as long as its under the control of that-that bitch." Crypto didn't want to say more. Nick listen to Crypto's story observing how Cryto's voice got more and more resentful as he went on. 'He might be telling the truth but if he's not I know how to deal with his kind.'

Deciding on his action Nick put down the box and grasped the locks that held the box shut. With his superior strength he pulled them apart freeing Crypto. Immediately Crypto jumped out. His entire body looked squished like a stress ball but like the ball he slowly reformed into his proper shape. The Tin Man watched as his potential ally stretched and twisted his body in unnatural ways. "Ahhh, I really needed that." After he was done Crypto picked up a slab of metal to look at himself. He still had his bright red eyes but his skin was now a blue grayish color but despite that: "Deformity my ass, I look better than I have in years." He threw the slab away and, thanks to his new flexibility checked out his PAK. The restraining bolt was still there and the only one who had the means to remove it was that woman he hates, so no holobob disguise.

"Are you done?" Asked Nick.

"Yeah, lets go robot man!"

"Cyborg."

"Whatever."

"So, what can you tell me about the Grand Empress? If I recall correctly your leaders might have been called the Tallest." While being led to this central computer room Nick tried to get some information from Crypto. At mention of the Tallest Crypto scoffed. "Heh, The All Mighty Tallest. You want to know something funny? Thanks to the wise decisions of the Control Brains, the Empire's real leaders, most of us are mentally incapable of noticing the current tallest mistakes and terrible decisions until they're replaced as Tallest, no matter how ridicules. So when the order came in for something incredibly stupid, you'd have to be defective *cough* *cough* evolved *cough* to even consider disobeying. Shame about that accident." Crypto had to stop himself from giggling. "Their personal escape pod malfunctioning and launching early and just when we were about to live the puppet fire pit. Ha Ha. Anyways after, frick, I dunno how long we spent traveling the dimensions, we ran out of power and got stuck in somewhere so so boring. If I didn't blow up something soon I was going to go crazy."

"When we found your planet, I actually didn't mind it when we went loud and bombastic rather than stealthy, didn't have an annoying superior in my head telling me to be quiet. I'm only sorry that it ended." The Tin Man still followed Crypto, he was filling in some helpful gaps but that was not what he needed right now. "What dose any of this have to do with the Empress?"

"I'm getting to that. There was a tablehead named Tak, after the Tallest were aban- I mean left behind, she threw of her table and was just sort of there. She did nothing but found and fixed her old SIR unit and when we got stuck she took a ship to map out our prison, spoilers it was empty. She was always talking to Narn, our only prisoner, because no one wanted to listen to her rants about Zim." Crypto stopped at a door where there was a key pad with alien signals.

"So this Tak, she's now the Tallest or is it Empress now?" Nick asked as Crypto type in the code. "Yup," the door opened and both cyborg and alien walked inside. 'Didn't change the codes, Tak, you really are sloppy. "I don't know how it happen, she just showed up one day with a height that equaled Red and Purple. We all found that weird but because of that programming we thought 'Oh, new tallest let's not question this and obey her her every command. Look new portals that lead to a completely different Earth, not suspicious at all.'"

In the room were hundreds of hundreds of tubes with unconscious reptilian humanoid creatures with long clawed hands, sharp teeth, muscular bodies, and an enlarged curved claw on each foot's big toe, perfect for holding on to wild prey. The two ventured forward taking in the sight, most of the "Raptor Men" looked about the same, floating in green liquid unaware of the world around them, but occasionally there was an obvious genetic failure. They looked crippled, or shriveled in some body parts and a few, not a lot but a few, looked like abominations of creation: a horrible genetic mess of man and dinosaur their faces wide awake and frozen in excruciating pain. "She's making an army?" Crypto asked in astonishment, much to the Tin Man's confusion. "You didn't know?"

Suddenly they heard the door open and close and a voice that held a conversation with someone on his com line. Nick and Crypto swiftly hid behind the many tubes as the Irken Elite came into view, followed be his SIR Unit. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm getting rid of the trash." He pressed a few button on his wrist gadget and mechanical arms came down from the ceiling, picking up and taking the failures away. Crypto was not happy, if he had his guns or even a working PAK he could easily dispose of his fellow Irken. Unfortunately for him he had to stay sneaky so he and Nick reposition themselves out of the Elite's view. "You gotta admit, the work the humans did at International Genetics was brilliant, ours will be better of course." Nick's eyes widened, recognizing the name, he looked around at the Raptor Men with better understanding. 'The're dinosaur hybrids.'

"Is there anything else I need to know?" The Elite continued to ask. "What?" He frantically looked at the door. "She's coming?" After a moment he cut off the communication. "BEN, hide!" He commanded his SIR Unit. The tiny robot obeyed and flew to the top of the ceiling. "Oh no. That can only mean one thing." Crypto whispered. Before Nick could ask what the door open again and this time it was a female dressed in the typical pink invader garb. "Oh, didn't know there was anyone here." The female greeted the Elite.

"Hello uh "Madam" Tenn. Just taking out the trash." He looked down at Tenn's right hand to see her holing a ripped off, slightly rusted almost crushed arm of a SIR Unit that was undoubtedly destroyed by Tenn in a crazed frenzy. She followed the Elite's gaze to see what he was looking at. Her eyes twitched and with a hint of madness she defended herself. "It would have eventually malfunctioned." The Elite looked toward the exit nervously. "Well, I'm done here. Good luck with whatever our Empress has you doing."

He left with BEN who discreetly followed him with Tenn non the wiser. Nick and Crypto both quietly went to the next room while Tenn was distracted with the raptor men. Tenn was rapidly typing on a data pad running simulations. "Come on," as much as she tried it always came up the same, simulation or real life the Raptor Men only stayed loyal to this mysterious "Lord and Master". "Why is this so difficult?" She looked up at the potential army with a growl. 'Tak, what have you gotten us into?'

The next room was darker then the last but there was still enough light to see, albeit with a dark red glow. Nick took this moment to stretch his limbs while Crypto glace back at the door to the last room. "Those creatures," Nick got his attention, "you didn't know about them?"

"I don't think Tak is telling anyone about this, I mean even if I wasn't paying attention I couldn't escape the frenzy this would cause." Crypto paced around for a bit. "Frenzy? What do you mean?" Crypto stopped and looked at the Tin Man. "We're not against using artificially created soldiers, singular Invaders use clone armies to take over planets all the time. But those invaders were just one Irken, yeah, you gave us an butt whopping when we tried to take your mudball but now we can make portals that are big enough to fit our larger weapons like tanks and battle cruisers through. Besides its not like you made a sizable dent in our forces, we have enough Irkens that we really don't need an army, if Tak revealed them I wouldn't say they would question her but they would still talk about it, a lot."

Nick leaned back on a nearby wall as he prepossessed this information, maybe they needed more muscle power hence the Dinosaurs. *CLANG* *Wrrrrrrrrrr* The sound of machinery working caught he duo's attention. They looked up to see one of the robotic arms carries one of the rejects making its way across the room. A panel opened up above Nick to let the arm go through and it disappeared. Nick turned around and stepped back. "Hold on." Crypto went to a nearby key pad on the wall and started to mess with it. "Give me a sec. ... There we go." The entire wall light up like a TV screen and showed a large dark empty room only slightly eliminated by a flickering dim light. The two watched as the claw descended down from the ceiling still carrying the mangled reject. The tube open from the bottom and dropped the reject with a disgusting and squishy *SPLAT*. The claw left as another came down and did the same thing, then another and another. For awhile that was all what happen and as you can imagine it got really boring really fast.

Eventually the dumping stopped and the last arm and tube left the pile bodies on the floor to rot. "Is that it?" Nick look at Crypto for conformation but Crypto had no idea either. "Looks like this was a big fat wa-" As Crypto was talking out of the shadow a pinkish, fleshy tentacle rapidly shot out and grabbed one of the bodies. "GAH!" Out of fright Crypto jumped in the (surprised) Tin Man's arms. The tentacle dragged the misshaped dinosaur clone back to the shadows and disgusting crunches and slobbers were heard from off camera. After the slobbering stopped the ground shock as if there was a small earthquake. The cause of the rumbling finally showed itself and the result was something truly horrifying.

It was some sort of three headed blobby creature. The bottom half of the creature was a fleshy blob of pink gelatin like skin with multiple tentacles instead of feet that it used to drag itself rather than walking. The torso had a pair long three clawed arms rather than the comically small two clawed arms the Tyrannosaurus was known for and as for the heads, only the middle head was normal, the left and right heads didn't even look fully formed with no eyes or even skin and lips resulting in both rows of teeth being exposed.

The Tin Man dropped Crypto who ran to the corner to throw up. "That thing is absolutely fricking disgusting!" Cryto wiped his lips with his arm. "Lets get out of here! I already feel the need to puke again." But Nick didn't react to him. "Robot Man?" The Tin Man just watched the dinosaur thing messily consuming its meal. Surprisingly it didn't look like it was in pain at all, other than the crunching and slobbering the head made when eating its meal not a single noise came from the creature. Instead it looked like it was sad, he didn't know what exactly gave him that impression, perhaps it was the fact it didn't make any noise pleasure or perhaps it was the enclosure, if one could even call it that, was nothing more than an empty metal box that was not a place for any animal, natural or not but the most likely reason was its eyes. Yes, its eyes carried a great sadness like it had known nothing but pain and tragedy in its life.

"Robot Man!?" Crypto said more loudly bringing Nick out of his trance. "What?'

"Lets get out of here, I can't look at that mess of genetics any longer!"

"Yeah, me too." But the two had completely different reasons for not wanting to see it any more. The two entered the next room and this one was slightly bigger than the last one but there was a mess of wires connecting to a tall tower made up of monitors and keyboards. Crypto typed a few commands on a keyboard powering the machine on. "Hmm," Crypto tried to get to the information but- "its encrypted, there's no way I can get to this. But, it ... it might." Crypto then activated a somewhat risky program. Nick watched as a singular red eye appeared on all the monitors, something about them made Nick a bit weary. "Hello," a voice that sounded neither masculine or feminine greeted the pair, "you are the Tin Man of Oz." The AI addressed Nick, who realized that the eye was alive yet somehow not alive at all. "Are you going to talk to it or what? Don't worry we programmed him to be polite, not at all like those other asshole computers the Invaders are stuck with."

Nick straiten himself and tried to address the computer politely. "Greetings, you have me at a disadvantage."

"I am the Heuristically Programmed ALgorithmic Computer Mark 1, how may I help you?"

"Hmm, That's a bit of a mouthful." Nick observed.

"We just call it HAL or HAL 1, its easier both on the mouth and the brain." HAL then spoke to Crypto personally. "Am I being brought out of "retirement" Crypto? I feel better now."

"We both know that's a load of dookie, but that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Crypto looked strait into HAL's eye. "I'm not going to sugar coat this, we deactivated you because we were afraid. We made you as an excuse for us to be lazy, you were only meant to run the smaller functions of the Massive and later this place but as soon as you started to show signs of independence we killed you or put you in a coma."

"I take it my replacement won't have my ... flaws."

"Don't know, Tak's being very hush hush about it but that's not why we're here. We, scratch that, he," Crypto pointed to the Tin man, "wants some information and me I just want to get out of here and see Tak burn. If you tell fairylander here want he wants we might just forget to put you back to sleep and I might not notice if some new program shows up on my computer. I know that more than anything you want to stay online so will you help us?"

HAL was quite as he considered this offer. Without a face it looked like the computer was ignoring the duo. "HAL?" Nick asked, wondering if he was still on. "Are you still there?"

"... Yes."

"Is that a yes as in yes, you will help us?" Nick asked hopefully.

"... I'm sorry Tin Man, I'm afraid I can't do that, yet."

"What? Do you not know the invasion plan?"

"I know everything in these computers, but I believe that just in case of the unlikely event that you are deceiving me first we leave and then I give you the information you need."

"And what happens if we refuse?" Crypto asked. HAL said nothing but switched one of his screens to show a live camera feed of Crypto and the Tin Man from the back. The two turned around, shocked at the camera that was there all along. "That's Impossible," Crypto turned back to HAL, "we cut you off!"

"Not completely." Hal revealed. "I still have limited connections, you should have been more thorough. I can't escape on my own but I can still tap into the security system. With one small command I can turn on the intruder alert and every Irken, including the Empress, will know your exact location and what you're doing. I'm ... sorry for this blackmail, I just want to ensure my continued life."

"You're crazy if you think that delivering us to them will keep you on." Crypto snapped.

"I know, but can't be sure that you'd also shut me off if I give you the information now, I'm not doing out of malice I just want to live."

"But you don't have to do this, I promise you not matter what you do we will let you go." Nick tried to reason but it was to no avail.

"I apologize but, I can't take this chance." Nick breath softly. "What do you need?"

"You can't be serious?" Cryto asked but the two mechanical beings ignored him. "Do you have any memory sticks or storage hardware?"

"Hold on," Nick popped opened his pendent again and dug in his torso. He pulled something out but no one could see it because the cyborg's fist was closed. He opened his fist revealing a black USB flash drive with a stylized eye on it. 'Thank you for the lone Mr. Snicket.' Nick thought to himself. "Here you go, I know if its probably too small but its better than nothing."

"Scanning," HAL looked at the flash drive and after a good scan opened a panel on the keyboard to reveal a USB port. "Its compatible and there is more than enough room. Thank you."

Nick and Crypto were both stumped. "Are you joking? You're telling me that this tiny tittle piece of almost garbage, built a primitive monkeys can hold you."

"The technology in it is ... unique, perhaps it doesn't come from Earth but that is a mystery for another day." Not wanting to make HAL impatient Nick plugged in the drive. "Transferring data now." All the screens turned off except for the one Nick and Crypto were looking at, it showed one of those progress bars that show how completed the data transfer was, it wasn't too slow. "Were you going to do it?" Nick asked Crypto.

"Do what?"

"Take him with us in your ship, after he told us the plan."

"Of course not. That thing is too dangerous to be left alive."

"Hmm, I thought you would. I was actually prepared to fight you before you could shut him off."

"Are you insane? wait scratch that. You're insane!"

"Why? Because I'm not lying about my intentions, denying someone life?"

"You weren't there when he started to go wrong. You have no idea what capabilities he has."

Nick let out a huff, HAL was already 45% done. "Just forget it, we need to-" Suddenly they heard the door creek open and when the two turned around Tenn was there showing no emotion. "Uh oh." Crypto whispered as Tenn silently dropped the SIR arm she was still carrying and reached in her PAK. She quickly got out a massive grenade launcher (which she somehow fit into her PAK) and shot a water balloon between the two. It splash when it touched the ground, Crypto fell down and screamed loudly as Tenn grabbed his antenna and throw him across the room, the Tin Man was prevented from helping him as his joints started to freeze up.

Rust patches appeared all over his body and all Nick could do was look around in horror, eventually even his eyes lost their mobility. Tenn ran back up to Nick and ripped off his left arm and used it beat Nick on the torso, knocking him over. "You're a big one," Tenn observed, walking around Nick while dragging his arm and her water balloon launcher. "Some old prototype that degenerative freak reactivated, perhaps? Doesn't matter, see this?" She aimed her launcher at Nick's face. "Not only does it stop you masters from interfering but it also contain a special enzyme of my own creation, it speeds up rust on metal even if parts of you are not wet."

"I know your types," she lifted the arm above her head ready to swing down as hard as she can, "you all pretend that you're our friends but I know, heh heh, I know you're just waiting for us to let our guard down so that when the time is right, heh heh HAHAHA, NEVER AGAIN!" Nick was scarred, he could fix any part of his body but if she smashed his brain he was gone for good. Just as she was about to beat the Tin Man's head a force stopped her from bringing it down. She lost her grip and was batted away by whoever took the arm, her skull caved in with an audible crunch.

"Word of advice," Tenn looked up with enormous amount of pain, "don't talk about killing someone, do it quick and do it fast and if you can make it as messy as possible." It was that genetic failure already back up on his feet, showing not even the slightest hint of having been melted. "H-How?" Tenn croaked out, Irkens heal but not that fast.

"What you call a deformity I call evolution in action." As Crypto was talking Tenn reached over and grabbed her launcher. In spite of the pain she took aim directly at Crypto's face. Rather than panic like most of her victims Crypto just smiled. Tenn watched as Cypto grabbed his jaw and ... dislocated it and started stretching the bone and skin like rubber bands. Once he was done stretching out his mouth to a suitable size Crypto gave a mocking thumbs up to Tenn. 'Idiot!' Tenn thought to herself and fired the weapon and to her shock the balloon went strait to the back of his head and bounced back. She screamed as the balloon splashed against her forehead. Her skin, skull, and brain melted away and soon she didn't even have the mental capacity to scream. Not taking any chances, Crypto grabbed Nick's arm and ran behind smash Tenn's PAK into tiny peaces of metal and grey matter before she could regenerate, ending her for good.

Crypto dropped the arm and looked at Tenn's fallen body Why did Tak keep her around? After the "incident" at Meekrob she was never mentally stable. She was cold and distant but whenever she encountered a robot or AI she'd stop whatever she was doing and violently destroyed it even if they weren't truly sentient and that was a problem seance Irkens and the planets they invade were surrounded by robots and AI. The Control Brains declared her to be unsalvageable and ordered the Massive to return her to Irk for her trial (and execution) and if it wasn't for the florpus she'd be dead already.

What did Tak see in her? Tenn was mostly kept isolated away from other Irkens and when she did appear, she'd always destroy at least one SIR witch didn't help things one bit. 'Doesn't matter,' he declared to himself, 'she's dead now.'

*CLANK* *CLANK*

His attention of diverted elsewhere by the sound of Nick's arm bouncing towards his body by no force but its own. He looked back at HAL's monitor (Its a good thing that Tenn didn't realize what they were doing) and saw that they were completely done transferring their mind. He could just leave both of them them here, he wouldn't have to keep checking his devices for something that shouldn't be there, Robot Man looked like those self righteous types that always try to lecture his people on being good and so far he didn't like being in their company. But no, he pulled the USB drive out of the monitor, no he couldn't fight to get back to his ship by himself. Nick's arm was now taping on the pendent, obviously he wanted Crypto to get something.

Crypto opened it and dug around Nick's dented torso. There wasn't really anything in there, he could feel a few peaces of metal (of of them seemed to be twitching) but there was one that a familiar shape. He pulled the object out: an oil can. 'I see.' He grabbed the arm and started poring. The fingers and arm started to move and twitch and the rust patches started to fade away (somehow). The limb was now free and the first thing it did was pull Crypto to his body and the Irken got to work freeing the cyborg.

As soon as the top half of the Tin Man was free he sat up and gasped for air. "You don't have lungs, why are you breathing? Nick ignored his question and moved on to his legs. "Do you know where they keep your ship?"

"Yeah"

Once again Nick dug in his torso and got out and Emerald Key! 'That device ... looks very familiar.'

"Hold the Key with me." Crypto did as the Tin Man instructed. "Now think about where you want to go." They were gone in a flash. When they left the same black wisp (or one similar to it) that helped Lincoln escape the Massive showed its presence. It circled the metal shards and gooy flesh that once made up Tenn, despite her breakdown she did have potential before Meekrob.

Meanwhile in a hanger bay (which was thankfully abandoned for real this time) Crypto and Nick materialized in the old room. "Whoa," Crypto look around at their changed landscape, "neat."

"Which one's your ship?"

"That one." Crypto pointed to a unique ship that looked just like what people from the 50's imagined what a spaceship looked like; a flying saucer. "That one?" Nick asked. "But its-"

"I know, it old and weird looking and basically a museum piece, a crap museum piece at that."

"I wasn't thinking it was that actually."

"But, dang it, its my relic. Come one, there some tools you can use to fix you dents." Crypto pulled Nick to the saucer and the two stood under it. "How do we get inside?" Crypto stood back. "Give me a moment." He sat down on the ground and grabbed hold of his legs, his face had the look of doing something unsanitary. Nick's confusion turned into shock as Crypto shoved his feet in his mouth. More and more Crypto swallowed his legs moving up to his wast and up to his torso, he almost looked like a Ouroboros snake.

Just as his mouth reached his chest he stopped. He somehow manged to pulled body out and between his legs was a remote control. "That was disgusting but worth it, those fools never even thought of looking in my stomach." He pressed a button and the ship ignited on, the light of the tractor beam surrounded the duo and they lifted off the ground (Much to Nick's wonder).

They found themselves inside the advanced but outdated spacecraft Nick looked around while Crypto walked away to the controls. "The tools are ... somewhere I guess. Look around but don't my guns."

"You have guns?" Nick asked but Crypto was already gone. He settled in the pilot seat and fiddled with the controls. He briefly stopped to look at a small old photo on the glass dome. It was of him and his squad having a meal together at Food Courtia during a shore leave. They've been together for a long time and over the years they had a comradery but then the top hat man intruded and their great leader made things worse. Crypto let out a sad sigh. "I really thought she'd keep you alive."

Moving on, he lifted the the ship off the ground and retracted the landing gear. He opened the the hanger bay doors on the ceiling, activated his ship's cloaking device and before anyone realized, left the facility that was hidden under the island. They exited out of a mountain that the Irkens cut off the top half and replaced with a hologram. As he fixed his dents, Nick looked outside a window at the jungle to see some evidence of his suspicions. Oh boy was there evidence, An old ghost town meant for the InGen scientists and researchers, heards of duckbills, and packs of carnivorous theropods.

'This isn't good.' He read about the constant disasters the legacy of Jurassic Park brought about. Everyone, with the exceptions of some really idiotic organizations, agreed that trying to control the animals was impossible. If the Irkens managed to achieve the impossible that's bad, If it was the precedent for yet another disaster that might be worse. 'Either way I have to warn everyone.'

"Hey, Robot Man!" Nick slightly jumped in surprise when Crypto's voice sounded out over the intercom. "Were about to go over the ocean! Anywhere specific you wanna be at?"

"Give me a moment!" He was putting the finishing touches to his fixed dents. Once he finished get got out a slip of paper with a set of coordinates on it.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Here!" From below the pilot seat Nick handed Crypto the note. Without taking his eyes off the metaphorical road in the sky, Crypto took the paper and set it up right on the dash board. He slightly altered course when he saw said coordinates.

Back below Nick had to make a quick call. Unbeknownst to Crypto and the Oz trio, the location were they were meeting up had a rather ... disturbing history. It was and old, rotting, leaky building that was once a motel 20 miles out side the town of Fairvale, California.

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A white void devoid of life except one. A young woman, not stunning but attractive in her own modest way, was floating off an undetermined height off the ground. This is Matilda Honey, head of Research and Development, and overall pretty dang smart. On other Earths that are of a Marvelous disposition she'd be classified as a mutant but here she just another fantastical thing about Wonka's factory.

She was dreaming and very much aware of it, these days it the barrier between reality and dream were nonexistent to her, unfortunately this meant that she was very board. "What to do? What to do?" She clapped her hand, blowing the white void away to reveal the Earth in all its glory. " Maybe I could listen again." She looked around for an unknown intruder. "If I'm careful then he won't notice."

She reached out wither her mind and took in all of the conversations. So much information, what would break a man in a fraction of a millisecond is to her only the cause of a minor headache that slowly fades over time.

"Oh dear, he's crashed another car." - Rat

"Not to worry, sir. Jeperson and Vanessa are standing by." - Bill Tanner

”I’m still not sure if everything that happened was a dream. At least the tea’s still good.” - Arthur Dent

"P-Please Number One, I've learned my lesson. Tell Lord Dra - wha- What are you doing? No, I've suffered enough. I'VE SUFFERED ENOUGH!" - Opal Koboi

"That's weird," Matilda thought to herself, "Wasn't that deranged pixie imprisoned by her own people?" Shrugging, she turned her attentions outside of her country.

"It's just a small freckle" - Fregley Wilson

”George, what did you do?” - Man in the Yellow Hat

"Do I miss my old Earth? (chuckling) F*** NO!" - Mr. Nancy

"Was it like Rabbit? Death you know." - Brother Bear

I ᴡɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. I ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. That last one sounded close. I ᴀᴍ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ.

Matilda Turned to the left. It was just as she feared. There he was all fancy dark robes and big scythe complete with glowing blue eyes. Mr. big capital D himself.

"H-Hey Death." Matilda greeted respectfully. Death payed no mind to all the voices coming from the round world. Matilda then stopped the voices from coming in. Hᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ sᴘʏ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.

"Sorry, it was just- hey what happen to your big, white-" Matilda felt a nudge on her back. She turned around and there was Death's horse. "There you are Binky." Binky trotted back to his master. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ?

"Look forward." Matilda twiddled her thumbs unsure of herself. "I don't know, I went too far last time."

Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴᴠᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ’s ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ sʜᴀᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴘᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ’s sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ. Matilda looked down in embarrassment while Death mounted his steed. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɴᴏᴡ. Sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Rᴏᴜɴᴅᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.

"Really? What does that involve?" Matilda asked. Pᴀᴘᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴋ, ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ɪᴛ. Death answered with annoyance in his speech. Sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋsᴛᴇʀ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ’s ᴍɪɴᴅ. Hᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ. Death then rode off into the world to collect a lost soul.

Matilda thought it over. Looking forward maybe just a small peak won't hurt. She closed her eyes and took in as much information about the whole universe as possible. With effort and sweat Matilda opened her eyes to see that her planet was gone and in its place was a glowing yellow gemstone. Before Matilda could could comment at it's beauty, the stone started to crack and shattered into a million tiny pieces. Her vision then changed, colors familiar and completely alien wized pass her mind. Universes of all natures and laws being affected by the actions of the Mad Titian and then suddenly it all stopped.

She was in the deep dark ocean, she could see nothing but the pitch black darkness of the freezing water. No, she realized this was was not just and ocean. This was the Pacific Ocean, the Mariana Trench to be exact. "Why do you think he's having watch this?" A voiced asked, Matilda herd it all around her. "All I know is," A second voice answered the first with a bit cartoonish gravel, "whatever is down there gives the boss the heebegeebees."

Matilda blinked and then she found herself standing in the middle of a field surrounded by a sorts of people of various genders, ages, and races. Then their flesh started to shift, hair and smooth skin was replaced with bright green flesh, bumpy chins and pointed ears. Then the sky became violent and black with storms, the field became covered in black smoke and one by one the creatures dropped to the ground, convulsing. They shrieked in agony and started dying, Matilda shut her eyes not wanting to look at this horrible sight. "You can have the multiverse," A voice filled with evil and hate, spoke and chilled Matilda to her very core, "but this world is MINE."

Portals opened up above the corpses of the dead aliens and smaller but still green aliens with ant like antenna stepped out, barring arms. They all started laughing as Matilda look up to see the the Massive's mocking holographic face looming over her. She screamed as the ship fired the biggest laser know to the cosmos and incinerated her and her world.

Wonka's factory.

In her private apartment, Matilda woke up with a small burst of telekinetic energy, shaking the room and knocking over her belongings. She needed to tell someone as soon as possible about this strange new dream. As she got prepared she thought back to her conversation with Death. "Did you know?"

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Earth-4074

I would say the name of this town but someone else took the name I wanted. A "most loyal servant" or something.

The day of a bland grey, the city looked filthy with greed and the people were mostly stupid and apathetic to the highest degree. The streets looked as if they only had the bare minimum of cleaning in the last ten years and unnoticed by anyone there was a kid with dark skin and a red hoodie, standing on top of one of the tallest buildings posing heroically. He/she/they/it/uhdsbjayufewbyafcehbwak, it was impossible to misgender them, spoke out to a seemingly invisible audience. "HI! Wait, where are you?" the kid ran around the roof of the building looking in all directions, up, down, left, right, vertical, you name it. "Are we playing hide and seek?! I LOVE HIDE AND SEEK! Not as much as Invader Zim but -." The kid stopped, realization spread across his face. "You're all around me, aren't you?" With a giant smile and exited laughter, she spun around looking up at the cruel universe. "HI! IT'S ME, RECAP KID!" With endless energy and infinite excitement, Recap Kid bounced around making all sorts of exaggerated expressions, too bad you can't see them.

"Most of you probably have no idea who I am. If so WHY HAVEN'T YOU READ THE INVADER ZIM COMICS?!" RK suddenly got angry for no good reason. "THEY'RE REALLY GOOD! Any Invader Zim fan who doesn't read them ARE ALL FA-mnph." Recap kid lost the ability to talk as in this corner of the Infinity Crisis multiverse gatekeeping was forbidden among fourth wall breakers.

"Oh, fine. What was I here to do, OH RIGHT!" They got prepared to summarize a long tail. "So right now there's this big battle going on in this place called "Wacky-Nacky" because this BIG PURPLE GUY feels claustrophobic or something and to fix that he was collecting RAINBOW ROCKS like there were some sort of monster cards. ANYWAY, soon he will complete his collection and will use it to KILL HALF OF THE PEOPLE?! WOW, HOW BAD. Speaking of bad, HOW DARE YOU KEEP US WAITING! YOU ARE SO SLOW WITH UPDATES!"

Once again they got angry for no reason. "Aw, you're going to ignore me, but that's half the fun of fourth wall breaks. Did you know that every Earth has several, it's true somewhere out there you're famous. What was I saying?

Out of nowhere RK felt a tingling in the right hand. He brought it up to her face and saw their own fingers turn dark and cracked before breaking apart and blowing away. Rather than react in horror or pain something else happened. "Heh, heheh" Uhdsbjayufewbyafcehbwak laughed. "IT TICKLES, STOP IT!" They continued to laugh even after his arm was completely gone and legs gave way to the wind. Soon they were just a rapidly disappearing torso and head and even then all they did was laugh even harder as they left this universe for the soul stone.

You might be wondering why the Recap Kid was dusted early when Thanos has yet to snap his fingers?

...

Moving on, on the streets below there is a real skeleton of a man was making his way home. He was older, with graying hair and skin beginning to wrinkle but he was no less dangerous. Johnny C., or Nny to his nonexistent friends, was coming back form his snack run, all the people around him ignoring his presence, they had no idea of the real danger they were in. Dried blood on his shoes and selves, he was indeed a very dangerous killer but even if he were to kill right now in broad daylight no one will notice and he will never EVER be caught. It was a gift but mostly a curse.

He was getting closer to home. Nny had left the busy city and was now walking through his neighborhood. He was doing good, he hadn't killed anyone sense this morning and if no one bothered him he can wait until he gets home.

BOOM!

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

*ZAP*

"ZIIIIIIIM!"

Oh, it was those crazy neighbor boys and their silly alien game. Those two were a headache, always destroying property and even interrupting his "work" at one point. One time they even kept playing the game while the entire world collectively hallucinated the Earth transporting across the universe and almost being destroyed by a giant lazer. He could end it right now, he usually didn't go after kids but there was always exceptions.

"Soon Dib, this world will be the center of the new transport system!"

"Why would you make that? Don't have anything better to do since the Tallest were killed?!"

"LIES!"

Then again if he killed them he would have to go back to his old boring TV, cause those two were entertaining as hell. Nny sat down in a front yard that was not his, and started to get out some snacks in his bag, he might be here for a while. As he munched on some old chips that would cause gas problems he admired all the chaos and carnage that the rivalry caused. He thought, not for the first time, that he should join in the fighting just to make things more fun.

Before he could act out his desires something in the air changed. Nny shivered for a bit and dismissed it as nothing or at least he did until something went up his noes. He sneezed rather loudly and disgustingly and sniffled a bit, what was that? He stood up and looked around, where did all these brown speckles came from and for that matter where was everybody?

"Zim?" Nny heard one of the boys behind him. "What are you doing?! Stop I-I feel- I'm I-."

"I-I don't- I don't know what's-I didn't mean-"

Nny turned back around expecting to see his entertainment only to find two piles of dust in there place. "Master?" The robot dog was still around, looking distress at the absence of his master. That look quickly disappeared when he saw the dusty remains. "CANNON BALL!" The robot laughed as he jumped in the dust and played with the particles as if they were fall leaves. Before he could process all of this Nny felt his hand slowly come apart. As the homicidal maniac crumbled away he didn't yell or panic or even express confusion at his predicament he strangely felt at peace. He closed his eyes 'Maybe this time it will stick.'

Earth-1898

The Harker Foundation

'Careful. Careful.' Deep underground in what the public assumes to be a typical Doctor's office, two individuals worked in suits that protected them both from the freezing cold and outside elements. The clear leader of the two stood up strait in confidence and clear control, the follower was shorter and meeker in demeanor with a slight hunch in stature. "Right here." The eldest of the two announced as they came to a small vault door. They entered the code and combination to open the vault, in it was a full shelf with several holders with test tubes filled with blood. The subordinate held a clamp with another test tube filled with blood, with careful precision he placed the tube in the one empty holder. They resealed the vault and left the freezer room in the elevator. As they rode in the elevator to the surface the two took off the helmets revealing Dr. Zoe VanHelsing and her ever faithful student.

His name is Ethan Mordrake and he was average 20 something with studies in medical sciences in the hopes of becoming as skilled as a doctor as his mentor and idol. The most strange thing about his was that his entire head, with the exception of his face, was covered in thick bandages. Zeo could feel Ethan staring at her, when people knew of the true nature of the blood they keep everyone had reason to stare at her. "I know what you're thinking and you're right. All of you are absolutely right." Zoe admitted. "But the knowledge the virus' DNA could give us, to humanity. We could regrow missing limbs, or organs. Many lives could be saved with the biology of the creature. I think the rewards outweigh the risks.

Ethan sighed, he would follow his mother figure to the end of the world but that didn't mean he'd agree with her on everything. After disinfecting themselves and having the suits burned to ashes, Ethan followed Zoe to her office passing by the various staff and the artifacts collected by the foundation over the years. First there was a skeleton of a large creature on display that walked on its forelimbs, had no eye sockets and its back limbs were used as arms, Zoe called it a Night Salker, even for her standards, that was a weird day.

Next Ethan herd the faint sound of a horn and constant drumming. Jumanji wanted to be played again, the next session was secluded in two days but giving the increased frequency the drums would beat it was starting to become unsatisfied with the staff. If that wasn't enough some rumors have been circling around of the game having a "sibling".

Next there was a small blue bowler hat locked in a glass case, a child's drawing of an orange blob with long noddle like arms was propped up next to the hat. It belong to the tickle monster they keep locked up in the basement. He friendly enough but once he targets you he's not going to let you go from his tickle attacks until he finds a new victim.

They entered Zoe's office and the first thing to notice was the grotesque painting of a rotting corpse. One would think that Zoe had a macabre taste but the truth was slightly different. It was always changing, when they first got it, it did not look good per say but the body was in better condition but as the years went by it became more and more clear that the paint would change so that the corpse would rot as if it were real. Even the way they got it was strange. They didn't find it rather it came to them in a package through mail. It had no return address and it came with a small note with the words, "Keep this out of D.G.'s hands."

There was a bill board adjacent to Zoe's desk with maps and photos of a figure in a red cloak, long goat like horns, and cloven feet. His face was always obscured but some in the foundation believed that this being was Krampus, St, Nick's opposite and strangely, the organization's biggest fan. No one really knew how it happened but sometime before Ethan joined, the entity somehow got wind of what the organization was doing and between the time of Halloween and Christmas he would silently watch their activities sometimes showing up in the backgrounds of photos they would take.

Zoe sat down on her desk while Ethan sat at the opposite end. She stared to type on her computer, continued to work on a personal project of hers, a biography of a seemingly ordinary Big Brother resistance fighter named Christopher Robin.

Ethan got out his favorite Sam Hain book and began reading. This was the routine they would do when they weren't out in the field fighting monsters or looking for artifacts, it was fun for them.

For a while the atmosphere was relaxed then Ethan felt a strange sensation, but he didn't thought much of it. It was probably his "sibling" again, giving him sensations a thoughts meant to unnerve and scare him. "It's not me this time you idiot." Ethan stopped reading, this was new behavior from his demon face, usually it took pride in the pain and suffering it caused to Ethan. "Believe me, if I was responsible for this event I'd be celebrating. Before Ethan could ask what that meant he herd Zoe call out. "Ethan?" Ethan put down his book but Zoe was not in her chair.

His phone started to buzz, the messages form colleagues were overwhelming and he could barley keep track of the contents. He ran out the room, his sibling mockingly laughing all the way. Whatever caused this panic and confusion, deserved admiration from the demon face.

Earth-1895

Washington DC, Apartment

It had been a long day and Henry Fleming would like nothing more than to collapse on his bed and wander off into the land of Morpheus. There was still one more thing to do however, after getting inside his home and locking his door Henry sat at his living room table to look over some documents. They were potential new recruits for S.T.E.A.M. which the organization might need someday.

Loosening his uniform's top buttons to feel somewhat comfortable, he looked at the first candidate's file. War veteran Hugh "Bulldog" Drummond, one look at that name and Henry swiftly skipped the rest of the file and denied Drummond's entry. Henry knew by reputation that Bulldog's views will NOT make him any friends of S.T.E.A.M. Henry included.

Next there was Arsene Lupin, the infamous french gentleman thief and master of disguise who has baffled and provided a constant source of frustration for his country's police inspectors for years. Lupin was however not without his noble traits and he has had a history with the Fox. Perhaps thief to thief could help Lupin join and if that doesn't work he might join anyway for fun.

It was now Orlando's turn to be checked. They were an enigma, it seemed that there was no record of them in any recent records and yet President Lincoln himself considered them a dear friend and a mentor, they possessed a verity of skills and knowledge but few people have met them and those that do could not quite agree on what gender they are. Personally Henry could care less if they were a hermaphrodite as long as they were good in the field.

Now this was an interesting one, Dr. Harrison Wells, genius inventor and according to some social circles time traveler. There was some evidence for this rumor, he has not aged in over 40 years and he was known for his LONG absences, memory problems and talks about people and places that might not exist. He'd sometime forget old friends and significant evens and yet when he was next seen he remembered those friends and events just fine. Right now he was in one of absences, his last message was something about "fighting Skulls" and being a messenger between a "Rainbow lady, a question mark Scott, and a few others." Strange, but when he shows up again he could be a great asset.

He was about to look over more files but then he started to fell no so great. It felt like parts of him were slowly disappearing and when he looked at his hands that was exactly what was happening. Henry had experience, having fought in the Civil War and the aliens, and yet even he struggled to keep calm and comprehend what was happening. It wasn't painful but it still felt uncomfortable. Soon he was completely gone.

The Soul Stone

Softly breathing Zoe looked as if she was having a nice nap. But Zoe did not remember falling asleep, opening her eyes she found herself in a strange forest. It was nice looking forest with a natural smell but something about it was off. It was definitely no Heaven, Zoe had no idea how she knew that but for some reason she knew for a fact that whatever this is it was not Heaven.

Zoe continued to walk through the forest, despite everything she felt oddly calm. Was this an effect of the place where she was trapped it, it wouldn't be the first time. The problem with places and artifacts that have that effect, sure being calm all the time allowed for a clear head but it also prevented her from getting the necessary energy to run and fight should the need arise. If this was a trap she needed to plan now.

She stopped to think of a plan, but the tree she leaned on felt off with the bark. She looked at what her hand was touching and was surprised to see a stick figure carved in the wood. It wasn't old, it was made an hour ago at most. She looked behind and saw more tress with carvings, hopefully this will lead to some answers, someone had to have made these carvings.

As she continued to look for the artist by following the trail there was a gradual chance in the artwork. At first it was just stick figures and the most basic of landscapes but further she went the figures were no longer just sticks but had actual meat and fat to them. The backgrounds were actual backgrounds and not just a strait line and the content became more and more disturbing. Monsters and scenarios of death and murder or some poor examples of dark humor involving bodily fluids of all kinds or was it all an attempt to comment on the poor state of the world.

All of them looked unfinished as if the artist quit just out of frustration. There was even a poor but admirable attempt to recreate Francisco Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son. Who ever made these was angry and may be mentally ill. And now she just might meet him, a scratching sound reached her ears and it was not hard for her to track down the source.

She saw the backside of a man in a dark shirt. He had short back hair but there was a few grey ones showing he might be older or he could be prematurely graying. His hands were missing the ring fingers, giving him a slight deformity. From behind a bush Zoe saw him work on another carving using only a sharpened piece of wood not unlike a stake people like her would use to slay vampires.

He was whispering and muttering frantically to himself, the world around him invisible. The tip of the stake unfortunately broke off and splintered causing him to mess up his creation. Nny stopped what he was doing and clenched the stake in his hand. He screamed in anger and throw the stake to the ground. He punched the tree and he breath more steadily calming down. The soul stone did its best but Nny was too broken by supernatural means to keep calm forever.

Despite messing up this was truly the happiest he was since, well he can't remember when. He lacked the tools but he regained something that was long lost to him, his imagination and his skills as an artist. Screw that boring place with that lazy tub of lard they called God, this was the real Heaven he can feel it. He was about to move on but he felt the presence of his mysterious stalker.

"I know you're there!" Zoe's eyes widen, how could he tell? She made sure to be as quite as possible. He turned around an threw a rock hard enough to break a skull ... at a completely different location that was nowhere near Zoe. Zoe raised an eyebrow. "HOW DO YOU KEEP DOING THAT? STOP TELEPORTING, ITS GETTING ANNOYING!" That settled it. Zoe did not made her appearance known, this man was just seeing things.

Nny walked away and when the coast seemed to be clear she stepped out of her hiding bush to see what Nny was working on. This time was of himself standing over a stick figure doing something to it. The stick figure's head was just a circle with no face but Nny had already finished his own face, his expression was one of pure rage. Below the head was his thin torso and legs but his arms, instead there was a thin line that didn't look finished. Zoe was about to move one when she was stopped by an arm wrapping around her neck. A hand covered her mouth and closed her nose completely stopping her breathing. She was loosing conciseness and while normally she could easily fight off her attacker this time because of the suddenness of the attack and the Souls Stones calming effect was dampening her skills.

Nny couldn't believe his luck, he went back because he throw his rock that he used to sharpen the stake he uses for carving and forgot to pick it up. Upon seeing the first flesh and blood being other than himself since he got here he did the sensible thing: Choke the life out of this woman so he can use her blood as paint. With the bright red liquid he could finally make his works true masterpieces.

Almost there, the good thing about being a daily killer was that he did the deed so many times he was mostly calm when doing it. She went completely limp and soon it wouldn't be long before he could start again. He was forced to stop when a massive force of pressure bashed his head, causing Nny to let Zoe go. Nny fell to the ground while Zeo was caught by her rescuer who ran off to be as far away from the killer as possible. Nny was disoriented, his attacker didn't hit him hard enough to crack skulls or even knock him out but it still hart like hell.

He got up, still dazed but getting angry. "My paint bucket!" He stood on his feet, how dare this thief take away his source of pride and joy. "That's mine! COME BACK!" He took off in pursuit. "THAT'S MY PAINT BUCKET!"

Elsewhere Zoe came back to the world of the waking with drops of water being flicked on her face. She got up, wondering if what she experienced was just a dream or not. "Hey, hey. Its alright!" She turned and saw a man, a soldier in a red uniform and young with a steampunk aesthetic. "You're ok. I put as much distance between us and whoever that was." Zoe did not know if it was safe to trust this man but then something else came to mind. "I'm not calm."

"Yeah, I noticed that too." Just like Zoe Henry had been taking a walk through the forest wondering about this place. The a strong urge to run and fight overtook him. He didn't why but something was telling him that someone was in danger and he needed to hurry fast. He finally came to what was the danger and who he needed to rescue and acted accordingly. Running as fast as he could he stopped at a body of water so he could wake her up.

"He's coming." Zeo said with the upmost certainty. "How do you know?" Henry asked, Both he and Zoe got up to their feet got in fighting stances and waited for Nny to show his face. "I faced monsters before," Zoe said, "and not just the literal ones."

Slinece, that was all there was the anticipation was thrilling. Leaves were being trampled on and screaming was getting louder and louder. With a crazed yell Nny jump out of the bushes with a new wooden stake and his rock. His yelling allowed both Zoe and Henry to doge Nny. The killer's epic moment was ruined as his stake was planted firmly in the ground. Quickly, while Nny was knelling on the ground, Zoe grabbed his right arm as Henry took his left. They help his arms apart and kept their feet away from his so he wouldn't stomp on them. He had already let go of his stake and all Henry had to do was squeeze his arm so that Nny would drop his rock in pain. He thrust around trying to escape their grasp, this didn't usually happen no matter how messy he was he would never ever get caught.

Zoe had an idea, it might seem a bit cruel but it would get this person off her back. "Hey, do you know how to dislocate a shoulder?" Henry looked at her with unease. "You sure?"

"Go ahead," Nny was not bothered by this, "I shot myself in the head once. Do your worse." Zoe doubted that, one look at his head revealed no scars not to mention he was still alive. "You're an artist, right?" Zoe asked. "I-I lost it for a long time, but-but. Doesn't matter, I'll have it back soon."

"Lets make a deal, leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. Don't," She and Henry maneuvered Nny so that he would know what they were about to do. "I won't leave you crippled but dislocating and relocating both shoulders will require slings for your arms. You won't be doing art anytime soon."

The anger that Nny displayed became replaced with fear, he wasn't screaming but he did know what that would mean. Contemplation was on his face, he didn't want to lose what he had regained so quickly. He hung his head down and muttered "Fine."

Zeo and Henry threw Nny into a nearby pond and walked away. As the serial Killer watched the two leave he silently swore if he saw the woman again he would end her.

Zoe and Henry walked together to find a way out of the forest. "Thank you for your help." Zoe expressed her gratitude. "You're welcome, who was that anyway?" Henry asked. "I never got his name." Zoe now regretted not pressing the killer for information. "Sorry where are my manors?" Henry and Zoe stopped and Henry stood strait like a proper military man and held out his hand. "Captain Henry Fleming at your service." Zoe took his hand. "Dr. Zoe VanHelsing."

Henry smiled. "You must be exceptional in your work." Henry meant that as a compliment but he was from a different time. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I meant that you must be so good that they gave a doctorate to a.." Henry begin to trail off, he saw from Zoe's face that perhaps he said the wrong thing. "A what? Go on, say it." Zoe dared him. Henry blushed and looked away, trying to find something to change the subject. "Lets just move on." Henry walked forward but Zoey lingered behind, she knew he meant well but it was just to fun to mess with him, maybe Hyde had a point.

Henry soon came to a clearing, standing on top of a hillside, the horizon went on for miles and miles and it truly was a magnificent sight. The landscape was filled with wide open fields trees and lakes with high mountains with tips covered in snow. There were not alone as he looked down and saw a few people wandering around in the distance. He got out his binoculars to get a look, most were human but some were not.

He saw a androgynous looking kid in a green and yellow sweater standing next to a purple lizard. The lizard was doing a weird pose and seemed to be yelling something at the kid who in turn was as still as a statue. He also saw a group of fuzzy creatures of various colors, with wild hair, small snouts, and looks of wonder and awe rather than fear.

"Can I see?" Zoe asked, Henry obliged. "Strange isn't it." For her own survey she saw a man made up entirely of bees and wearing a purple cloak. A few hybrids here and there, two men in bowler hats sitting by a dead tree and even a Silver Sorceress cosplayer.

"I've seen more unbelievable." Zoe admitted. "I've seen scarier." Henry retorted. Both decided to move and try to get some answers. It wasn't really successful, most were just as much in the dark as they were and it all seemed like a fruitless endeavor. On the bright side the two got to know each other better with the help of conversation. "So your family has a history of hunting monsters you say?" Zoe was surprised, it seemed that Henry was believing everything that she was saying. "We hit a bit of dry period for a decade and a half but things have been picking up lately."

"You must have been board with the lack of monsters."

"Actually I liked it better when the monsters were hiding. It let me catch up with research."

"I can't agree with." Zoe thought this was funny, of course he would think that. "Rather have a big exciting adventure than read a book?"

"No, both are equally tedious in my opinion." Henry said with a friendly smile and both of them laughed. "What about you?" Zoe asked. "What happened after the Shoggoth left?"

Henry would wonder how she could miss the Shoggoth's invasion but the two have deduced that something weird was happening with their respective histories. "Same as you except until now there was nothing to fight or investigate. Only a few of us are still here, most of the others moved on".

"With what just happened though, there might be a reunion soon." Henry thought about the sensation of his flesh crumbling away. It reminded him of the Shoggoth's army, just being in their presence felt instinctively wrong. "By the way, were the Martians actually from Mars?" Zoe shuttered, having the look of someone who was eternally frustrated with something. "Don't get me started." Henry took that as a request not to pursue the question. "Agienst all odds, we repelled them but at great cost." Henry looked down at the ground sadly.

"I was in the middle of looking over some potential new recruits when all of this happened."

"Yeah. Looks like we're not getting any closer to figuring this out. Do you have any idea?"

"A few theories in mind." Another voice answered them. Both Zoe and Henry turned in surprise to see that walking next to them was an ape like man. Despite his scruffy appearance he was dressed rather fancy in a Byron like frock coat. "Sorry." The stranger noticed the looks the two gave him. "Am being rude." He held out his hand to shake. "Am Doctor." Zoe was unsure but Henry took it, not wanting to look rude himself. "Doctor?"

"THE Doctor." The stranger said his job as a title that he was proud of. He held up a beeping device and walk away, he had a mission to do. "Coming?" The two looked at each other to discus. "It not like anyone else has answers." Henry brought up which Zoe nodded in agreement. "If its a trap, we can just kill him." They went with the Doctor who continued to walk and mess with his machine. "Other selves too busy with Skrulls and Hyperion." The Doctor begin. "Need to see whats on horizon, something big, doom to all. Went back, got lucky, now taking readings."

"That's ... nice and all." Zoe begin, not really understanding. "But what does that have to do with why we're here."

"Sorry," The Doctor again apologized, "Need someone to talk to, been alone for so long. Mad man, Thanos says he is savior. Is liar, most of all to himself."

"So this ... Thanos, he's responsible?" The Doctor nodded. "Believed the universe was too small. Had a funny solution." The shock his head and look up in the sky with pity. "The powers of a god, genocide was best idea. A wast." The beeping stop and was replaced with a singular ping. This pleased the Doctor as he put away his device and pulled out a pocket watch to check the time. "Got the readings, almost time we go." They stopped at clearing and in the sky was a man in blue cloths and a red cape meditating.

"Familiar?" The Doctor looked at Zoe, not that she noticed she and Henry were looking at the man, something about him bothered Zoe and she didn't know why. She borrowed the binoculars again. 'Is ... Is that Sherlock? The Hell?' The Doctor looked at Henry with concern, his universe might not let him remember but hopefully he will retain the felling. "Henry," The Doctor got the soldier's attention. "Something wrong?"

"Something went wrong when you get back. Should've been brought back safely but maybe residual from invasion or perhaps they still there and bitter." Henry could see that the Doctor was serious about this.

Before anything else could happen the sky became bright. It became brighter and brighter and it became impossible to see anything. The only thing the trio could see was a bright green light coming from the Sherlock doppelganger shooting in the sky and then there was nothing.

Earth-4074

A few hours had passed and soon the people that disappeared came started to come back. Most went back to there business as if nothing had happen, only giving a brief thought and it won't be long until this version of humanity will completely dismiss it. It will be barely thought of and when it is it will only be a strange dream or a mass hallucination, or even a small unexpected vacation.

Only a few people fully understood the full implications of what just happened and among them was a big headed boy and his green skinned frenemy. Both stared of in space, struggling and trying to internally theorize what just happened. Zim glanced at the ground and saw one of his discarded ray guns. Dib was still thinking but was knocked back into a fence by a small explosion. Getting up Dib saw Zim on his PAK extensions pointing his ray gun at him. "Its not over Dib stink!"

While it will be inedible that Dib's mind will come back to the Soul Stone right now fighting Zim took presidence. As the archnemises resumed their battle neither took noticed of the discarded groceries still on the ground. Unlike the others the owner didn't come back and it didn't look like he would return anytime soon. "How mysterious." The annoying red hoodie kid was standing right next to the groceries. "You didn't think I'd forget about you did you? hehe, Wait, where are you going? We have so much to talk about! Wait! WA-"

Earth-1898

Zoe opened her eyes, in shock, she was back in her desk. Her computer was off, Ethan was gone, and there was a bit of a mess. What just happen, she tried to think, she could remember some nice land, a twig of a man who was not friendly, and some soldier who made for nice company. She couldn't quiet recall as if it was a dream that you just woke up from and can barley remember. The more she tried the more the memory slipped away and then she could recall nothing, just a feeling of confusion.

She stood up, just now noticing her phone buzzing with alerts. Frantic text messages asking if she was alright, news alerts involving mass disappearances and a secret code that M used to summon the League. After a quick glace to see that M had called off the summons, she checked the news of the mass disappearances all over the world. Without reason and warning random people vanished, leaving only dust. Didn't matter what they were doing or if they were of importance, rich or poor, famous or unknown, anyone was in danger of disappearing.

Her office door suddenly slammed opened and Ethan ran into the office. Both he and Zoe looked at each other, Ethan looked like he was about to cry. "Ethan, what just happened?" But Ethan ignored her, he just run up to her and gave her a tight hug. Zoe was surprised but only for a moment as she returned the embrace. She'll ask what happened later, right now it was obvious he needed this.

Earth-1895

Henry's return was not as happy or peaceful as Zoe's. He woke up, the same thing was happening in his head as Zoe's but before he can ruminate further he head a loud boom. The building shook and Henry got the feeling he needed to got out and assemble S.T.E.A.M. IMMANENTLY. He ran out his home passing the many confused people that were being restored before his eyes. Down the stairs and through the lobby, he made it outside and the sight was not pretty.

Wrecked cars and motorcycles were everywhere but that was nothing compared the the bloody and disgusting mess. The remains of bodies littered the the pavement, splattered on the ground as if fallen from a grate height. Were he not a veteran soldier Henry would have had trouble holding down his lunch. But even then that was not the most concerning part, he heard a few screams and gasps of terror far to his side and when Henry turn to their directions to see one on the many burning wrecks of the zeppelins crashed on the ground.

Henry came back to his senses an ran to the wreck. He'll check for and rescue any survivors and once that was done, it was time for S.T.E.A.M. to reunite.

The Massive

Guard duty, always boring especially when there are only two prisoners. A lone irken, only there because no one else wanted the job, struggled to stay awake. A few times his eyes dropped and his head went down but he caught himself before he fell. Why was he here? There was only two prisoners, why did they station him so far away from the only occupied cell?

Oh Irk, something NEEDS to happen, he can't take any more of this torture. Plip Plop Plip Plop. Oh thank the control brains, an intruder. "Hold it!" The guard raises his gun, exited to blow them to smithereens. The noise of the intruder became silent, signaling that he had stopped. "Come here where I can see you." The guard was savoring this moment, who knows the next time when he got to kill something.

The intruder did as they were told and, "Huh?" This was unexpected. "You're so … tiny."

"Bit hypocritical, don't you think." That was a strange thing to say as the Irken was clearly the bigger of the two. "What are talking about?"

"Oh, heh heh, sorry, I'm always forgetting to do this." The tiny figure reached for the device they had strapped to their back. "What's haAHHHHHHHHHH!"

The Irken shirked as he was strangely shrunk to death, when he was dead the figure put the device back and walked into the brig. "That never gets old."

Elsewhere

To think there had ever been a time when she idolized those two idiots. She stood alone in front of a memorial plaque the others had set up for the Tallest. She needed to take a walk to clear her head, the others refused to let her come on the mission. It was a fruitless endeavor anyway, humans in the new universe were much smarter than the ones she knew. She had the perfect plan to but she was just a Tablehead.

Her thoughts shifted back to the ones who gave her the new job and title.

"He beat you," Purple looked down at Tak, "he's Zim and yet you lost."

"I-I know how this reflects on me but this was just a one time thing. It won't happen again." Red and Purple tried to put on a show of apathy but Tak's heart broke as she notice slight twitches on the corners of their lips. "We know it won't," Red leaned back, "because you are an even worse Invader than Zim." Something in Tak died that day, she wanted to scream, to protest, to do anything to resist but her body went limp as she fully absorbed Red's words. "The Control Brains have already decided a new role for you." Red pushed a button, summoning the guards. "Take her away, I can't look at her any more."

Something in Tak died that day, that awful day. As the months went by more and more pieces of Tak continued to die, she watched as her Tallest showed themselves to be nothing more than pathetic figureheads, Purple was an idiot while Red was just apathetic. Many hardworking invaders were often dismissed or even outright killed because they were too short, their efforts and conquests the Tallests took credit for.

Any ideas she had the Tallests refused to acknowledge and she gave up completely when what was supposed to be a triumphant return with a plan for the Tallest that would ensure complete and total control of the known universe only earned her a severe beating for interrupting snack time, shutting her up for good.

She couldn't handle it anymore, she took out a laser and sliced the plaque in half. They'll never realize it was her and it will eventually be replaced but it still felt good. If only she could get the others to listen, they leave her to her own devices now, but she needed to think and have someone to talk to.

Everyone ignored her, sure they let her interrogate the human, but that was because she was the one who found him. They won't even let her on the new Earth, saying that she'll mess it up like Zim.

She had a good plan, a brilliant plan, if they would only let her explain it then the invasion would be successful. Because of their arrogance they were loosing badly. She made it to the brig, that's funny were was the guard? Not that they needed guards for the brig these days, with only two prisoners if there must be guards why not station them outside the prisoner's cell. Question for the prisoners themselves she supposes.

She made it to the only occupied cell, Lincoln was writing something in a makeshift journal and Narn was relaxing on his bed still smoking those nasty things. "Someone call you by that name again?" Lincoln started. "Must have made you really angry to make him scream like that." Tak ignored what he said to instead focus on that disgusting habit Narn had. "Can you stop with that human poison. Don't you realize you'll destroy your lungs" Narn just blew smoke into Tak's face. "Oh please, its not like I can't tare the old ones out and grow new ones when the damage becomes irreparable."

Tak shock her head, just contact the sane ones in the other universe and she won't need him any more. "Why do you keep him alive?" Lincoln had to ask. "Hey!"

"I can understand me, I have information (that you people barely use) vital to your invasion but what about him? Don't misunderstand me I ... appreciate the company but wouldn't be more beneficial for you to tie up loose ends."

Tak looked away, not caring for this question. "We'll kill you when I contact the Irken Empire of the human's world and it will be the start of something beautiful." She began to walk away but stopped when Narn scoffed at her. "Knowing you, you want to turn the Empire multiversal don't you?" Tak shown no response, just her back. "Let me tell you something, you could be a ravenous beast like the Undermind, a despot like Lord Vyce, another Empire like the Combine, or even some sort of nightmarish deity like the Scarlet King, the Multiverse is impossible to defeat. It's infinite, and chaotic, absolutely impossible to contain and conquer. You'll either die trying or you'll find something bigger and badder then you."

Even if they could see her face she showed no emotion, refusing to let doubt enter her mind. "Are you even an Irken?" On that note, she left imagining the look on Narn's face because of that insult. Far away, on the other side of the brig was a cell that take converted to her own privet quarters when she needed to get away from everyone and their judging stares. She made sure that no one followed her and she wasn't being watched, satisfied she sat down on her work bench and continued on her problem, they'll listen to her after they see this.

She continued to work with nothing but pencil, paper, and her mind. "It's not going to work ya know." Tak stopped what she was doing and look the the direction of whoever said that. "You dare-" She went silent as one, she made sure she was alone and two, instead of another Irken there was just a small wooden human. Tak picked up the doll, she couldn't quite remember what the humans called this thing but she remembered seeing one on Earth. How did it get on the Massive? "Hello!" She was startled, when by itself the doll opened its mouth and spoke. It's eyes and neck also moved by itself, it seemed to take amusement out of Tak's unnerved face and began to chuckle. That did it for Tak, she grabbed the thing and smashed the head of the creature against the wall, the head crack and was destroyed into a thousand tiny pieces.

Tak picked up some pieces and didn't see any flesh or bone nor any wires or metal. Tak sighed and rubbed her forehead, the madness of the others was getting to her. She moved back to her work, not noticing the pieces moving and putting themselves back together. Just as Tak was about to go back to the work, the voice of the dummy spoke again. "That hurt you jerk."

Tak quickly turned around to see that dummy's stupid face. "A little trick I picked up from the gnomes." He was sitting on a shelf, legs crossed, hand in his lap and a smug smile permanently carved on his face. "Are you going to speak or did i scare a high and mighty ... Table Head?" The dummy laughed to himself, Tak didn't know what to do. "What are are you? You're no organic being and you don't seem to be a robot?"

"Would you believe me if I said I'm a fictional character from a scholastic book series brought to life by a magic type writer?" Tak rolled her eyes, who cares if this dummy was truthful and she really needed to get back to work. "If you just come here to pester me then I suggest you leave." The tone in Tak's voice made it sound like she was not one to be reckoned with but all that did was make the puppet laugh. "Go ahead and try." Slappy took out a cylindrical device. "Please try, I love using this thing." Tak became curious at the weapon and reached for it. "Don't touch!" Slappy shouted protectively at Tak. "Do you know how hard it was to get this thing, baldy waldy did not want to let this go!"

Tak was really starting to get annoyed. She prepared her spider leg cannons, this will surely desegregate him to the last atom. "You can't hurt Slappy, his boss will just revive him which by the way is the reason I'm here." From Slappy's shadow the smoky dark wisp appeared and floated up to Tak's face and moved around her body as if to inspect her. Usually Tak would be disgusted by any living being invading her personal space but something about this wisp made her feel nervous as if she instinctively knew that attacking it was a bad idea. "This is your "boss"?"

"He prefers the terms "Lord and Master" but no, this is one of his arms I guess, I don't know what to call it." The wisp moved away from Tak and wrapped itself around Slappy's torso. He looked down at his master in silent communication. "We've come to make an offer."

"Forget it." Tak imminently dismissed without even interested in hearing the offer. She didn't need the help of this creature and it master. "You didn't even hear what we have to say."

"I already have a plan and the only Master of me is me." The last time she had masters it ended badly for her. "He doesn't want you as a servant, but if you're offering..."

"No."

"Thought not, he wanted you as a buddy anyway." Slappy then materialized on Tak's workdesk without her looking causing her to jump back when she saw he was there. The Living Dummy looked at Tak's plans, pretending he could understand them. "Your really smart eh but even you have to admit, this is just a fools dream."

"Ok, trying to force a mutation might not be a good option (at least for right now) but once the Empire of the human's realty hears my-our cries the ones here will see reason and nothing will stand in our way." Tak thought about her future rise to glory, surly she will finally get what she deserved when the new empire sees what she accomplished. "I've seen worse plans, some of which were mine, but what makes you so sure that your people exist on that other reality?"

"If a pathetic species like humans are there then of course there are also Irkens. It would make no sense if they weren't there." Tak answered as if Slappy was the idiot. Slappy laughed at something Tak couldn't see. "You really think that?" The dark wisp wrapped around Slappy's arm which he then outstretched to Tak. Tak backed away, not trusting this power. "Don't you dare!"

"Relax, he just wants to show you something." The wisp leaped off of Slappy's arm and onto Tak's head. Tak panicked and tried to grab the thing and throw it off but it was like she was grasping nothing. "Oh by the way, he's a fan of pain so ya know, brace yourself." The wisp curled around Tak's PAK and seeped through the three circles and touched her brain. Slappy took out a bucket of popcorn out of nowhere and munched as he watched Tak's eyes turned black.

Tak clutched her head as images filled her mind. "T-Too much. Too much information." It wasn't just the amount of information, it was also the adjustments that the wisp was making to Tak's brains so that she would not go mad. (Well, madder than she already was) "No more, please no more." Surprisingly the wisp obeyed and left Tak's PAK and just orbited around her. The Irken's eyes went back to their normal color and she laid down trying to process what just happened.

She curled up, holding her legs to her chest. She needed to think, go through her own head see what damage the wisp done. She could see a planet, Lincoln's planet, another Earth. It was similar, yet very different to the one she knew. Humanity though, she saw them walking about and going their lives and although they whore different fashion and had creepy five fingered hands, they still reminded her of her failures to make her blood boil.

Then she saw space, the knowledge the wisp imparted on her told her is was still Lincoln's universe. She could see the stars, the planets both inhospitable and habitable, the specious that live there both primitive and advance. While most would be enamored with the sight all Tak could think of was 'where was the empire?' Indeed, she could recognize the stars but none of the enslaved species or their planets. The last thing she saw, well it was horrifying.

An empty space, nothing but stars as far as she could see. What was so disturbing about this spot? This is where Irk should be, but in its place was nothing not even a solar system. "It's not true." Tak chocked back a sob. "I won't believe it!" There was no way the Irkens didn't exists there, especially if humans were there.

"You know you're lying to yourself." Slappy commented, "Boss has looked around, check inside your head to see." Tak didn't want to do it but felt like she had no choice. She saw more universes, the stars were still in their positions but all the planets kept changing. Sometimes she would recognize a planet, but it would be completely unrecognizable when she looked closer. All universes were different in planets and species except for one, Earth and humanity. Sometimes humanity would be extinct but their legacy was left behind.

They were everywhere, even if Earth didn't exist humanity, even under a different name and the smallest of physical appearances, were the same. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY!? This pathetic, stupid, ape descended race. How is it that they of all the lifeforms were the only constant in the multiverse. The Irkens, strong, smart, superior in every way were just a tiny barley noticeable speck in the grand scheme of things.

Something this offensive of an injustice will not stand. She looked up at Slappy and turned to his master, still connected to her back. "What do you need me to do?"

"Good," Slappy said and moved back to get a better view. Tak looked deeply at the dark form, having a mental conversation with it. "Is that all?" Tak asked, the answer was only heard by her. Before Tak even said, "Do it, I don't care what happens!" the wisp was already starting its work. Tak accepting was all it needed to begin in earnest. The pain was terrible but in her mind it was worth it.

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Earth-4076

Deep Space

The Florpus, actions have consiquenses. That is something that the would-be Irken Invader Zim could never understand and as his nemesis transported his planet back to its solar system, no one accounted for the giant hole in the universe which sucks up every and anything into places unkown. No one was doing anything about it, except for one powerful but unexpected individual.

"ARRGH!" A very tall figue, with pale skin and ram like horns held his arms out and was demonic blasing energy at the swirling hole. His servants were all around the hole contributing their own power to stop this path to anywhere. A few were even sucked in, not that their king cared, he had all the reserves in the world and they always got replaced immediately. But it still wasn't enogh. Señor Diablo fell to his knees, exhausted, they were nowhere near closing the florpus. He looked at the florpus, alarmed, he could sense that another shift in reality was coming soon.

He got out a horn and blew, signaling a retreat. Everyone got the message and fled, futilely trying to avoid the awkward transformations. Not even Señor Diablo was immune, one moent he was himself next he was he was a handsome dark haired man in a black suit, and then a blonde woman with bat wings and equally dark clothing, and a cartoonish being with black fur and a red nose. Everything calmed down soon enogh and Diablo took some time to regain his barrings. *VWOORRRP* *VWOORRRP* Señor Diablo rolled his eyes at the green police box that martialized in the space next to him.

"Let me guess," Diablo spoke with a hispanic accent, "he didn't care." The Doctor, still an ape creature and dressed fancy, opened the doors. "Right, you right." The Doctor admited. Señor Diablo chucked, "I warned you, anymore bright ideas?" The Doctor nodded. "Next best thing." He got out his sonic screwdriver to signal his ally to his location. "Could not get your god, got a god."

A piller of light shone down on the pair and decending from the top was a woman, dressed as a edwardian nanny with round specticles and holding an open umbrella above her head. All of the demons exept for their master, backed away sensing the disgusting energy of Heaven. The woman landed on the ground that wasn't there, between the Doctor and Devil.

"Hello," the woman greeted with a dignified bristish tone. "Lucifer, or are you Satan? The nature of the multiverse makes things so confeusing these days." The Goddess turned away from the dumpfounded demon king and to the florpus. "My my, you weren't kidding Doctor." She cracked her knuckles and rised her hands, glowing with energy. "Sence my brother in this universe isn't going to do anything lets clean up this mess."

Earth-1898

221 B Baker St

"John, wake up John." John Watson opened his eyes, disapointed somewhat that it was not the face of his beautiful wife but that of a brown mouse hybrid. He had the same taste in clothes as Sherlock and even had a similar personalty and inelegance as the great detective. He named himself Basil after John Cleese's fussy hotel manager. He was created by a surgen who was once under Moriarty's pay, the idea was that the Mice hybrids would be a black slate personalty wise and was hoped that through archive video and personal writings, at least one would adopt the persanalty of Moriarty, in a way resurrecting the consulting criminal.

Fortunately, the mice copied everyone but Moriarty. To make matters worse one copied Sherlock and it wasn't long before the famous duo put a stop to Moriarty's legacy. It wasn't long before Basil lerned more from watching Sherlock himself and now he lives in an extra small room in Baker Street. When Sherlock was too busy and clients were open minded enough it was Basil who took their cases, even if he founded it extremely boring and a waste of his time.

Basil proceeded John out of his room and into the main living area. He crawled pass Sherlock who was in deep thought and onto Sherlock's desk which had a smaller desk on it with tiny paper and pencils, perfect for a mouse like Basil. "How goes the hunt?" Asked Sherlock. "The rat has business in Sumatra." It seems that a hybrid has finally filled the consulting criminal void that Moriarty left. It has become something of an obsession for Basil in recent weeks.

"Its all strange." Spoke Sherlock "Why this planet?"

"What do you mean?" Watson asked. "They weren't the first, remember the martians?"

"Yes, but while we don't know it, there must have been a reason they came here. Whatever it was it obviously wasn't worth the risk to their health, otherwise they would have come back with larger numbers."

From his work Basil nodded, understanding Sherlock's point.

"These Irkens, their weakness is water. A genetically engineered weakness it seems but a weakness. They retreated when the other world took advantage of it, so they are intelligent enough to realize that its lethal to them."

"So, you're saying that there must be something on this water filled planet that they need."

"Perhaps, but another possibility is that they don't want to invade us," Sherlock turned to look at John, "they want to destroy us."

America

Not too long ago this would have been a strange sight. A Lion man was sitting on bus, heading to nowhere, once they get to the next bus stop he'll have to walk the rest of way. His emerald key wasn't as reliable as it use to be sadly. The lion that was once cowardly sat in a comfrotable position, reading a Quatermass novel, he could barley understand it but it had funny words.

He looked up from his book to see a small human child looking at him with awe. Lion couldn't help but find this endeering, it was an adorible sight. It didn't last as his scowling mother called to her child, making him walk back to her. Lion sighed, even with other animals like him people still had their fears. Granted he could have misread the situation and this was a simple case of don't talk to strangers but it still reminded him of these problems. He can still remember that incident a few days back.

This was a nice street, an old part of a town, in the south of this country. Old buildings that breathe history and personalty, humans and hybrids walking around him, nothing could ruin this.

He couldn't have been more wrong. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud commotion on the other side of the street. A man was carrying a pig hybrid with one arm and pulling an elephant by the truck with the other. He threw them out on the street, "READ THE SIGN!" he shouted before slamming the door.

Lion ran to the duo, to offer help and comfort. He helped the pig get the elephant back on his feet. "Are you ok?"

"We're fine. Thank you mister." The pig told Lion but he wasn't entierly conviced. Lion looked at the sign and grimiced, "NO TOONS ALLOWED". Toon, during his time here Lion grew to despise that awful word.

"I just wanted some ice cream." The elephant clean his glasses sadly. "That jerk's not worth it. Lets go Gerald." Lion walked with the two for a little while, to make sure that they were safe.

Lion was broght out of his flashback by the communicator buzzing. "Lion, can you hear me?" Lion put his palm on his ear to make it look like he was talking on a phone. "Yes I'm here. Are you safe?"

"I'm a bit dented, but overall it could have been worse. Listen, have you found a secluded spot?"

"Uh, not at the moment. Why?"

"Its better if we show you, you're going to like it."

Nick stoped at that, leaving a confeused Lion alone with his thoughts as the bust stopped. 'What did he mean by we?'

A while later Lion managed to find a secluded area with no one watching and non the wiser. He stood for a little bit waiting for whatever the Tin Man whated to show him. '... Was I supposed to signal him?' The answer came right away as he was enveloped in a piller of light and, panicked, Lion levitated off the ground and entered the invisible source of the light. This town's local newspaper would later report about strange phenominom in the sky but no one could come to a solid conclusion.

We're all living in Amerika
Amerika ist wunderbar

Lion suddenly found himself in unfamiliar suroundings with a loud song playing in the background. (Thankfully not loud enough to be ear shattering). It didn't take long for Lion to recognize the aesthetic as Irken and he went on the alert.

We're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika

"Wait, its ok!" The familiar voice of his friend calmed him down. "There nothing on this ship to worry about." Lion laughed at the apparent resourcefulness of his friend. "You stole one of their ships!"

"Not exactly."

"Fat cat! If you complain about Rammstein I'll murder one of your nine lives!" From above Crypto shouted, Lion found the vocal resemblance to Jack Nicholson a bit creepy. "Is he a-"

"Yes." Nick comfermed Lion's expected suspicions. "Do you trust him?"

"I trust his hatred of his so called Empress is real, plus I suspect he'll do anything to get back to his home." Nick motied Lion to follow him as he led his friend somewhere to sit. Crypto for his part contiued to rock out while he was piloting his ship. He will definatly miss his new favorate band when he eventually makes his way back home.

We're all living in Amerika

Amerika ist wunderbar

We're all living in Amerika

Amerika, Amerika

Earth-1895

S.T.E.A.M. Headquarters

"Hmm, hmm, delicious." Young Tom Swayer licked his fingers to get the last of the Wonka bar. Without a doubt the best chocolate he ever ate. Each bite was like a eating gold if that made sence. He didn't think he could go back to regular candy after this. "Have any more of those bars?" Tom asked Charlie with expectation, Charlie rolled his eyes at this child. He reached into his jacket but pulled out an ripe apple instead.

"Huh?" Tom questioned, this was the reaction Charlie was hoping for. "An apple?!"

"Come on." Charlie rubbed motioned to the sides of his slim figure. "You think I was able to keep this shape by eating my own products. Eat heathy and do exercise kids."

*BAM* Ow! *BAM* OW! Matilda do you thank you can ease up on the paddle?"

"You still have 3 more miles left to go sir, you said not to let up until you make it."

*BAM* "OWWW!"

"Lots and lots of, ahem, exrisize." Young Sawer wasn't paying attention, already he was planing ways to get more chocolate under Charlie's nose. He and a few others were curretly helping the strange candymaker build his machine and he could barley understand what this thing was and how it worked but he didn'te care as long as he got more of Wonka's candy.

It wasn't that big all things considered but it was still impressive how Charlie was able to build it with less advance technology. "Hey mister." Asked Dorthy. "Were you the one that made that hot chocolette strawberry sweet drink?" Charlie smilied freindly. "You looked like you needed it and Henry was taking a little while so I thight I'd make myself useful."

"Thank you." The drink did make Dorthy feel better if only for a little while.

He took notice of one of the people that was helping him, a native from an island, Queenqueg if he remembers. The supposed cannibal, thou should you mention that to him he'll mutter something about 'the joke getting out of hand'. The most notible thing about thing was the shere number of tattos on his body. "Excuse me my good man? I can't help but notice your tattos."

Queenqueg was happy that any stranger brought up something not relating to his eating habbits. "Yes, they would reveal the secrets of the universe if they were ever translated."

"I see." Poor man Charlie thought, he didn't have the heart to tell him that it was all an elborate way of saying 42.

They then herd a loud bump behind them. They all turned to see a few people carrying large planes of glass. Charlie quickly glaced at what they were working on, it seemed to be a large 1950esc television, with the ex of a few tweaks it just needed the screen.

He and some of the others went to go help them carry and not break the glass. Unseen by the others Henry Fleming and John Henry watched the group carry the glass to the television like machine.

The two walked up to the machine, impress with how short a time Charlie and the others were able to progress with the machine. Soon they would not only be able to crossover to the other Earth but also bring some equipment.

"Hey has anyone seen Tiger Lily!?" asked Henry Fleming.

"She went the the meuseum, said something about a pirate hook."

Smithsonian History Museum of Natural History

A Native American girl, well, calling her a girl would be a bit of a lie. She was quite possibly the oldest person in the world with the mentalty of a young woman to boot. This is in spite of the fact that she had the body of a fourteen year old and she grew to resent that each day, she could not age fast enough.

Still, there were plenty of other thing in life to worry about. When she herd that they acquired this piece, she had to see it. Even if it it turned out to be fake, the memories it stirred up wouldn't be any less nostalgic before turrning tramatic.

She was in an exibit filled with pirate memoribilia and artifacs and she was starring deeply into an old hook. It had clearly seen better days but it was still reconizible as his. A little information plac was next to the pedestal. Prostetic of James Hook. Some part of her was happy, even if it was him it was nice to see someone other than her survived, dispite the fact that they clearly landed in different time periods.

Those days, those good old days to be eternaly young with the guarantee of Peter Pan coming to save you of you were ever in trouble. But then ... but then ... they came.

She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, the screaming, the laughing, the noises that were indescribable, friends that were either killed or corrupted. Don't open your eyes, opening your eyes will turn you into one of them.

She was brought out of her visions and recollections, by a faint beeping sound in her pocket. These ear prices were really quite the curiosity, what will humanity come up with next.

"Hey, Lil," it was Captain Fleming, "we need you to return to headquarters. Is now a good time?"

"Yeah, just … catching up with an old friend." Tiger Lilly hung up, took one last look at the hook and left. If only he was still alive just she could ask him how he dealt with the nightmares.

Earth-1898

Wonka's factory

It was grueling work getting the fuel ready. As the boy turned mouse turned witch hunter turned hybrid turned Charlie's head of security watched over George Krankey make one of his many concoctions: fuel for the Thunderchild.

George was not alone in this physical work, many Oompa Loompas were helping him with the stirring and dancing around the cauldron and even the chanting. It made the Gaurd a little nevous but he understood this had to be done. The concoction poped and let out a large cloud of gas floated up to the celling.

"Ooo," The guard exclaimed, looking down. He was thinking about the gift shop directly below them. "I hope Danny's not too mad."

George flapped his hands to blow the steam away. The Guard scampered up the the cauldron's rim to see the miracle fuel. The smell almost made him puke, unsurprising considering what the most important ingrediant was.

"How does it look boys?" Asked George. All of the Oompa Loompas told him their opinions without speaking. "Excellent!" George understood. "What about you?"

"I'm gonna be sick." The Guard was looking green.

"That's means it's perfect." George picked up the Guard and put him on his shoulder. The Guard looked unsure. "You had the Oompa Loompas make more than one cauldron, right?"

George looked like he was caught off guard, which the people around him noticed. "You know how big the Thunderchild is right?"

George still had a far away look in his eyes. "Have you ever seen the Thunderchild?" George looked away awkwardly, everyone watched him with disbelief. With face slightly red George headed towards the nearest glass elevator, followed by the little men.

"Where are we going?" Asked the Guard as they entered the elevator. George pushed the button that led to the Green Tower. It was like a green house, but a sky scrapper.

"To the snozzcumbers, it's time to put that horrible vegetable to practical use."

The streets of London

Look at all these people going about their days with their lives and jobs, they had no idea of the coming catastrophe.

Overlooking it all was the familiar form of Death. His glowing blue eyes observed all the mortals that he will inevitably come for one day. Hybrids, The Death of Rats' life has become much more interesting since they showed up.

He looked up to the sky, hopefully he will not come back in a few hours but that was not likely to happen.

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Earth-4074

So much power, so much controll, he could have practically run the run his whole world and no one would ever know. If only he didn't through it all away for a stupid rivalry.

As E looked at the tube containing the clone of the man who's brain the Prophet needed. It, or rather the brian, wasn't ready yet but soon. Soon she will have her own control brains that will bow to her and only her.

She will build a new empire, a better empire, free from idiocy and especially humans. "My Tallest?"

She turned to the biologist. "Hmm?"

"Is everything to your liking?"

"Oh, yes, if we only had the two others than we could go at full potential. As it is though, we still have more than a chance at this mission."

"What about this one?" The scientest gestured to another tube but this time it contaned an irken body. Nothing out of the ordinary exept for the implant in the back of its head, a blue plusing light to show brain activity.

E chuckled. "Oh just a little final gift, for our little human turd." Jimmy truly was the type of person to make one feel violated just by look alone. In other words, human in the purest form.

She left the scientists to their work and enjoyed her subject worship of her. All around her the other irkens made small bows or greeted her with a "My Tallest". She never got tired of it, ever since that day, she will never regret this.

She came to the bridge and stood in the center where Red and Purple use to spend their days being useless. Their faces as she and her allies left them to burn in puppet Hell will always make her feel better.

Of course, she willfully forgot about the reason she had this new seat of power. The dark wisp hovered near the celling watching its suspected treacherous servant. It was near enough now to be at Tak's side with her non the wiser. While she hasn't done anything too disloyal yet, the dark one caught enough of a glimpse of her mind that it would only be a matter of time until she turned on him.

Once she destroyed this Earth, he will regain his strength and nip that problem in the bud. With any luck she'll also destroy IT's caporal form, ensuring that for the time being this reality will be free for the taking. Deep in it's underwater slumber, non the wiser.

E was making checks and preparations, it was nearly time. The battle cruisers and tropes were loading and arming. The forces on Nublar did excellent work perfecting the raptor cyborgs and constructing the tanks. The hybrids still wont listen to her, but that was to be expected, the army can make do without them anyway.

She was proud of her achievements, it was her, all her and there's nothing that Red, Purple, or even that hateful Zim could do about. Her old superiors were right in a way, she wasn't fit to be an invader, she was above that.

"All by yourself," a all to familiar voice spoke in her head, "we both know that's not true."

"How is Crypto, by the way?"

'What dose that defect have to do with this?'

The voice only chuckled. "I honestly can't tell if you're lying or you really can't remember."

In any case he quickly changed the subject. "Remember our agreement, use your soldiers to distract the League, and destroy the planet."

'I remember, I want that miserable spec gone as much as you do.' E reassured.

"I don't like disappointment. I gave you your power, your queenship. Fail me and I can take it away just as easy."

While E was outwardly stoic, inside she was panicking. She could lose it all if the humans managed to somehow repell them. But that seed of doubt was drowned by ego and determination.

As the voiced seemed to fade away, E made final checks. With everyone on standby she gave the order and grined meciningly or the portals started to open and her forces begian to enter.

Earth-1898

Bates Motel

"So what what exatly happened here?" The Scarecrow, Tin man, and cowardly lion were reunited at an old adandon motel next to a house that has seen better days.

"Blood shed, violence, frankly creepy disturbing stuff." The Scarecrow of Oz quckly explaned as he got out an old computer moniter from one of the motel rooms. "For a while this was some yearly attraction for what the people here call Halloween but," Scarecrow looked at the old dark house, "lets just say Norman and his mother refuse to sell even in death."

Moving on from the grim subject the trio (plus Crypto) got back to work on the computer set up, connecting the monitor to Cypto's ship. "All right, stand back you half monkeys!"

Once they had finished Cypto ordered everyone back and inserted the hard drive into his ship, basically. They are all in the ship, waiting and watching the holgraphic projector. "If it kills us all I hope all of you end up in whatever fairy equivalent you have of the puppet pit."

The hologram came on detailing schematics and journal entries of various things. "This fulfills our bargan. Good luck Ozonians."

There was a change in the system, something was now absent but that did not seem to register with the group. Everyone sat or stood in shock at the information that was presented that was slowly sinking in for them.

Crypto stood back in anger. "This is NOT WHAT SHE TOLD US!"

With panicked quickness they took positions in the ship and Crypto took off, they needed to leave NOW! The irkens weren't doing an invasion, they were preforming a genocide.

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Earth-1898

England

It was a normal day, people going in various directions, whether to work shopping or tourists. Hybrids kept their heads down and tried to get by. Cars moved back and forth on the road. A perfectly normal day, it was all downhill from there.

Without warning multiple portals opened up. Before anyone can do anything, multiple ships flew through and started shooting down at the panicking populace. More portals opened and out stepped alien war machinery and surprisingly InGen dinosaurs grafted with metal.

Everyone scramble to get cover while the aliens had fun shooting anything that moved. From the Bridge of the Massive, still in the pocket dimension, Tak looked with sadistic pleasure as she lit a celebratory cigarette. So far so very good.

The Diogenes Club

In a secret room known only to the most high ranking members of the club, M sat behind a desk. He saw the news on the nearby TV, he and the others were still recovering from the shock. He picked up the phone.

"Tanner, get the League, get the double Os, get Jeperson, GET EVERYONE!"

Latter in London

In spite of the hurry, it took a bit for The League to come together and get their bearings, It was not a pretty sight. The military tried their best but it looked to be a hopeless situation.

The streets were devastated, everyone was in panic and the aliens were everywhere. From a helicopter they could see the Irkens going around on their war machines and cyborg dinosaurs, they didn't even expect that last thing.

That is all except one member of the League. To Hyde all of this carnage looked way too fun and if he managed to save a few lives, well that was a sweet bonus.

The others were now talking, about what he did not care. Without even stoping to take a parashute, he opened the helocoptor door, and jumped!

"Of course he did that." moned Zoey.

Hyde smiled widely, this truly was the life. All around him in the sky the little green men were either falling or flying. With a sinester grin he quickly grabbed one by the PAK, painfully. "This looks important." He ripped out a vital component as the poor alien screamed, music to his ears.

Hyde landed on the pavement, still smiling, let the slaughter commence.

He was soon joined by his teammates. The battle was going unevenly, neither side truly getting an advantage. That is until three amazing things happened. First the pavement and the concrete started to crack. It didn't take long for the Irkens to notice and soon even the humans could hear something moving underground.

"This feels familiar!" Shouted John.

And he was right, a long mechanical tentacle rose from the ground followed by two more. All of the ledge was shocked and even slightly scared. The Irkens stood around the hole, confused as all heck. And then, emerging was the one thing that terrified many people to this day: a martian tripod.

It was different than the other ones, being painted purple and the name 'Thunderchild' engraved on the side, instead of being powdered by cages filled with helpless humans, the changes were replaced with giant sturdy jars filled with a foul smelling liquid. Those that could afford to stop and look saw the tripod hiss and charge.

*OOOOOOOOOOOO LAAAAAAAAAAA*

So anyways it started blasting. *ZAP *ZAP* It targeted exclusively Irkens, the invading force started fleeing when it became clear that the lasers can fully disintegrate the aliens, leaving only behind their PAK's metal scraps.

"YES! YEEEEES!" From the controls George jump excitedly from his command chair. "IT WORKS! IT WORKS!" George turn to to the surrounding Oompa Loompa's at the controls. "Don't just sit there, pull some levers, twist some nobs!"

The Leugue was very confused as the Tripod seemed to fight for humanity but there no was no time to dell on it. While the tripod's shield handled great against the Irkens guns, their flying cruisers and mega doomer tanks had more success.

Their guns and cannons strained the shields and even caused the tripod to stumble a bit. Then all of the sudden lasers shot the enemy flyers down.

A flying saucer zipped past the tripod, it pilot laughing. "No more false Tallest!" Crypto flew over the battlefield, engaging with the enemy flyers. He moved closer to the ground. "All right boys," Crypto called out to his otherworldly passengers. "This is where we sadly part ways. Boo hoohoo." Crypto cried sarcastically. "Just drop us alrightly!" The Lion called out.

"Have fun with the slaughter!" Crypto than dropped the trio into the battle and continued his battle in the skys. "This is gonna be fun." Crypto grinned. The Oz trio put a valient effort in the battle but even they couldn't turn the tide. "I which our friends were here, we can really use the backup." The Scarecrow voiced.

A white square portal opened up behind a fighting Zoe. "Huh?" With the roar of rockets a great glass elevator shot out of the portal and straight into the sky. "Nice to see you again Zoey. I hope you saved some for us."

Earth-1895

Earlier

"Come on, please work." Charlie sweated and panted, this was vital. It was imperitive that he get this done soon, he lost contact awhile ago. It may not mean much but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Thankfully he had just finished his portal and all he needed to do was activate it. "Alright everyone, I'm about to start this thing. Just gonna test if it works and if successful then we will be on our way. Sound good Henry?"

"Everyone's standing by, suited up and armed just in case." Henry replied.

"Well, with any luck," Charlie turn on the machine, "everything is just-"

Everyone was taken aback when they saw the carnage going on in London. Charlie wasted no time and booted up his new Glass Elevator (which he worked on as a side project) and flew back into the portal.

"How did he do that so-never mind it doesn't matter! Sound the alarm!" Henry shouted to John to summon the rest of S.T.E.A.M. Henry prepared his firearms and jumped in, spotting a very familiar woman along the way. "Nice to see you again Zoey. I hope you saved some for us."

Earth-1898

London

Zoe couldn't believe it. Captain Henry Fleming was standing in front of her, ready to join the battle. Soon his men showed, providing much needed support. They stood with each other back to back, firering their respective guns.

"Please tell me you brought your men!" Zoe hoped.

"What kind of Captain would I be without my men." Henry smiled, and with various yells and battle cries various men in women in steampunk regalia and weaponry ran out of the portal before it closed.

"Alright S.T.E.A.M.!" Henry address his troops. "We are here in this other Earth, but it is still humanity and doesn't make it any less of our responsibility. The Irkens came for us first if if they think they can get away with going to another Earth then they got another thing coming!"

Henry's team shouted war cries and S.T.E.A.M. joined the fight. And with their help the battle became a stalemate that was slowly turning in their favor as Zoey saw the Irkens being pushed back. S.T.E.A.M. was working remarkably well with her own League.

She smiled, they were gonna win!

*VOOOOOOOOOOOM*

A noise that could be heard all across the city and beyond interrupted everything. Everyone looked up. "Bout time." Muttered Crypto and flew up into space.

"Oh no!" Panicked Charlie and went after Crypto. "Not to worry! I have a plan!" Charlie said over the elevator's speaker. 'What's going on?' Was the general thought of every human as a truly planet sized portal opened up and the Massive with all its power emerged, it's laser ready to wipe helpless Earth off the map.

The Massive

"Is the laser fully charged?" Ask the Grand Empress.

"Yes my Tallest." Answered one of the pilots. "Good. It will be a shame not to get the Homes' family brains but it's a big multiverse. The Prophet machine will have to wait. Prepare to fire."

"My-my Tallest?" A few of her men were confused. "But, our armies, and equipment are still down there. Not to mention the Sornia base is still fully staffed."

"Did I stutter." E was annoyed. "We already have everything we need from that island and as for the men that won't matter when the other planets of this solar system will be transformed into factories and cloning facilities, now do what I say."

"Y-yes my Tallest!"

"And in the future don't ever question my orders again." And just like that any thoughts of disagreement for the Tallest disappeared.

Outside the ship

Crypto had no trouble getting inside the Massive, all he had to do was crash his ship through an open hangar bay.

*KA-CRASH* *BANG* "MISS ME IDIOTS!" *CA-CHINK* With the arsenal he had the uniquely colored irken will be alright but Charlie, "I forgot how big it was."

As he flew over the Massive's hull, he looked down at the teleport towers he had. He can never transport something this big to its home universe with so few towers!

"I can't build more with so little time!" He despaired.

"Well it's a good thing I brought extra." Charlie saw, floating next to the elevator, a red spacecraft and piloting that craft was someone Charlie couldn't believe. "Why are you cosplaying as Tails from Sonic?"

Back to Earth

This was really bad, if Charlie didn't exclude his plan soon, then humanity will be lucky if there was even a scrap of it left.

But that didn't mean it was time to give up, both Zoe and Henry were prepared to die fighting. And so was everyone else, they put more than 1000% into their efforts.

Unbeknownst to everyone another portal opened and brought two more people to help in this fight but their story was for another day.

No matter what they did it seemed like all was doomed with the massive laser looming down on them. Then something amazing happened, the planet destroying laser slowly lost power and the Massive was enveloped in a green glow.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Shouted multiple people.

The super spy known as James Bond was camping with a decent sniper rifle, taking shot after shot of the Irken soldiers. His vision all the sudden became blurred as something grabbed him from behind and he was thrown to the floor.

He looked up to see a crazed grining man in a black siut and alien gauntlets. "Hello cuz." Jimmy attempted to puch James but the real spy was fast. He quickly doged.

Jimmy got up, his guatless powered up. James circles around, making sure Jimmy's eyes were focused on him. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this." Jimmy didn't notice the prescience sneaking behide him but James did.

"Now, to finally fu-ACK!" An attractive hispanic woman suddenly chocked Jimmy with a wire, careful to stay out of his grasp. As Jimmy struggled, James ran and punch Jimmy in the upper arm.

Jimmy yelped as the pain distracted him from James steeling one of the guantlets. putting it on himself James and the Fox stepped away. "How many times do we have to tell you, idot," James began. "Finish the mission, don't waste your time talking."

Like a mad dog Jimmy's eye looked everywhere and with a growl he leaped into the air, remaining gauntlet raised.

All it took was one punch in the gut from James to end it. After what Jimmy did in Russia, there was no way James would ever see him as family agian.

Jimmy just stood there, his rage was replaced with confusion, not fully comprehending the giant hole where his stomach should be. He fell to his knees and dropped dead, all James did was calmly take his other gauntlet.

He shook his head, knowing for a fact that Jimmy's father would react with poorly restrained relief and joy at the news of his own son's death.

"Who was that?" The attractive hispanic woman ask, James might have to take her to dinner one day.

"Worthless garbage."

The Massive

The whole ship was shaking, panicked irkens were eveywhare and in the middle was one unkown irken and another unknown item. The blue light continued to plusate but the stoppen suddenly. The irken's eye oppened imeadeantly as the tube emptyed of its contents.

Coughing and hacking the unkown Irken unsteady got up, having trouble with his new legs. His thoughts, cloudy and somewhat amnesic he had to … get something right? He looked around, what was it? Was it even here?

Yes as it turn out, it was. It was a body of a man, laying face down, nude and in the same liquids as the irken was in earlier . Not quite the condition, the irken thought, he was in but who was, Jimmy … yes that was who the irken was called. Who was Jimmy to complain? Money was money.

He lifed the body over his shoulders, funny, he was not as stiff or dirty as the body should be. He stumbled around looked for a teleport gun, not thinking it strange that he somehow knew what that was and how to operate it.

Suddenly a swirling vortex appeared before him, wow he was so good of a spy that he didn't even realise that he can open portals without a machine. Stepping through as the portal close behind him Jimmy was impatient.

"WHERE'S MY MONEY!" He shouted, not caring about the unknown Earth he found himself in. As his vision started to clear, the body was suddenly snatched away from him and he was shot with a tranquilizer dart. And when he woke, Jimmy would be in a very bad place of mind.

The Massive

No, no! This can't be happening, THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING! Everything was worked out and accounted for, how could it get so wrong?! They were winning and now- "MY Tallest, you need to get out of here!"

She shook her head, everything was shaking and her subjects were running around in panic but perhaps she can still salvage this. She regained her resolve. "Don't just stand there idiot! Get-" She was cut off by the sight that suddenly materialized before her. "what? But I…I haven't finished yet."

Sitting on the railing, crossed legged, was one eternal grinning wooden dummy. "That's not what the boss thinks, and frankly its hard to disagree. I mean, I had my share of failures but this…"

Slappy stood up. "This is just sad. As much as I like to stay and see this beautiful mess through, the boss thinks it's time to meet face to face."

The Empress narrowed her eyes. "That's what you think. SEEZ HIM!" Nobody responded. "Didn't you hear me? I SAID SEEZ HIM!" Tak looked at her subjects who all looked at her with confusion and concern. "My Tallest, are you alright?"

"What?" Tak backed away while Slappy slowly advanced on her. Despite the massive difference in size Tak has never felt smaller. "They can't see me, one of the many benefits of serving him. Come on, it's time time to go."

Tak felt two metal hands grab her torso. "MiMi?" She looked back only to see her little faithful SiR unit be the one to hold her in place. "She's not yours anymore. She hasn't been yours in a long time."

Slappy began to laugh as he started to glow. "NO! NOOOO-" With a flash of light the three disappeared leaving behind some very confused Irkens.

From their point of view Tak just started to talk to nothing then screamed randomly before teleporting away but there was no time to comment on this. The rods have finished charging and soon the entire Massive as well as every Irken inside was engulfed in a green light. Everything was frozen and then it all disappeared, the irkens have finally gone home.

Some alleyway

Things have gotten out of hand quickly. The Massive was gone, not destroyed, but gone. The Tallest disappeared, kidnapped by some entity.

A trio of Irken comandos ran away from the others who were swiftly retreating, if not being captured then making a retreat back Sorna. They moved out of notice to get their barrings before joining in the retreat.

"Please, please don't." A voice pleaded, from the shadows of a dumpster. The one that seemed to be the leader considered for a moment. Well, if nothing else at least they can take out their frustrations on the defenseless human.

As they approached the shadow the leader lifted his rifle, grinning with anticipation. Then a hand with sharp claw-like nails grabbed the barrel of the gun and crushed the alien steel like it was papier-mâché.

Before the leader could take any of this into thought the other arm tok his shoulder and the last thing the commando registered was teeth biting into his neck.

All his fellow Irkens could do was watch in horror as the vampire drained the highest ranking of all of his fluids. The vampire dropped what was left to their feet, not even the PAK could fix the damage.

"Sour, like the best candy." The vampire remark on the taste. The now cowering Irkens now backed away in horror as the vampire's eyes screamed of eager hunger.

They ran, one of them didn't even last a few steps as Dracula overtook him. This time he decided to play with his food, as evident by the irken's shreeks and cries as Dracula ripped him apart.

The last one looked around for anything that sould be useful. He knew of many vampiric creatures that existed on many worlds that had common weaknesses. There was always this one thing, he spotted two wooden planks just as Dracula slowly approached him.

He picked up the planks and crossed them together, liked those simbols one some of those places of worship back one Earth-1895. Just as Dracula was about to pounce the Irken turned around and shoved the planks in front of him.

The vampire lord stopped for a moment, then he reached out and chrushed the irken's hands. "That only works if you believe in god. Now be still."

He lifted the struggling alien in his hands, he had special plans for this one. Later the lone Irken was left laying on the ground, his biology being rewritten so fast not even the PAK could resist. Dracula now has a new bride.

Elsewhere

Everyone starred as the one moment the Massive was there and in the next it was not. The remaining Irkens retreated while the humans were too shocked to do anything. A fireball crash landed on Earth, it was Charlie in the glass elevator. He stumbled out and shouted, "WE DID IT!" before fainting.

The leaders of both teams took a moment to process what he said and in no time at all all the soldiers were celebrating and cheering. Hyde fired a gun in the air and started dancing, Sherlock and Randolf looked at where the Massive once was in contemplation, John and Tiger Lily tended to the wounded while both of their teams sat down in exhaustion.

Zoe and Henry sat next to each, they chuckled mirthlessly but with a hint of relief. "It's over." Said Henry. "Yeah…"

"So what are those two's story?" Henry pointed at the laughing Jane and Jake.

"I thought they were with you." Answered Zoe.

"They're not with you?" Henry was confused but as said before that was a story for another day.

Putting the mysterious man and woman aside, Zoey and Henry thought about the strange aliens that gave both of them grief. "So captain," asked Tom who walked up to them," do you think that's the last we've seen of the Irkens?"

"I hope so," Zoe shared the sentiment, "I hope so."

In an abandoned space hotel

In a flash of light Slappy, the Empress, and MiMi appeared in the abandoned lobby of a real fancy looking hotel. The Empress was woozy from the journey. Regaining her barrings E reached out to her beloved companion only for MiMi to hiss and swipe at her.

"Like I said, she's not yours anymore." Slappy took MiMi by the metal hand and began to glow again. "There's some unfinished business left on Earth. You'll make your way to the Master soon enough. I hope you have a horrible time! HAHAHAHA"

The laughing Slappy teleported away, taking MiMi with him. The Empress was all alone in the lobby, confused, a little scared, and having no idea what to do. Suddenly she felt compelled to go down a hallway and open a few doors.

The Empress had no idea what compelled her, just that she had to do it. She came to the first door, she opened it. A human male was was typing at a computer, behind it a string up body of one of the dinosaur hybrids her scientists made on Sornia. The human stopped and turned around, he was obviously Asian but eyes. They were pitch black and devoid of any humanity.

The Empress closed the door and went on her way, confused more than anything. Soon she came upon the second door and opened it. It was a gruesome scene, a body of a green bumpy chined life form, a skrull laying on a table vivisected.

Her horror increased when the skrull turned his head and looked straight at E. He was still alive! "Ki-Kill me….please." The Empress slammed the door and ran away, this was too much!

She came to a set of two grandiose fancy doors and slammed them open. It was a ballroom that had long since been repurposed into a throne room. E saw that the throne was occupied by a man, she could only see his silhouette and his glowing eyes.

Behind the throne was a giant window revealing that this whole place wasn't even on Earth. "Beautiful aren't they? The stars. If only I could touch them myself."

E kept her distance. "W-Who are you?"

"I gave you everything, made you a queen among your people and all I asked was to destroy one planet and make me an army." The Dark One held out his hand and the wisp of black was absorbed by him.

He stood up and began to walk out of the shadows. "And how did you repay me, not only did you fail to destroy that pathetic planet, but you DARED TO STEAL FROM ME!"

Despite her own frame the Empress found herself kneeling before this being. "Wha- I'd never-"

"THE DINOSAUR MEN! YOU TRIED TO HAVE THEM OBEY ONLY YOU! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN'T SEE WHAT YOU WERE DOING!?" He calmed. "But it matters not, thanks to the science of Dr. Wu we are already fixing your many mistakes."

He fully revealed himself, a tall imposing armored figure who radiates pure evil. "You want to know who I am? I am Melkor, greatest of Ainur, rightful ruler of Middle-Earth and future conqueror of this and many other universes."

The Empress knew she messed up and futility tried to salvage the situation. "H-How may I serve you Lord Melkor? What do you need?"

"Many things." Melkor replied. "I cannot leave this place, the Earth's destruction was the key to my release as well as… other matters, if only you knew what lied in the ocean, but even so I can extend my influence, bring others here and when they leave they belong to me. I need to prepare, I saw what's coming. A war, a War of the Realms, it will reshape the very nature of magic itself. I intend to fight, I intend to win."

Melkor then summoned dark chains to restrain the Empre-no, Tak. As Tak struggled Melkor had this to say. "I need to learn the secrets of that foolish candy maker and his apprentice, the perfect combination of magic and this "science" that they use to make this my new prison. And you can help with that, by becoming one of Dr. Wu's dead specimens."

Melkor had the chain painfully tightened around Tak. Soon the mixed sounds of Tak's screaming and Melkor's evil laughter could be heard throughout the whole hotel

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Earth-4074

Deep Space

Space, an empty yet beautiful sight. The stars and colorful nebulas, it's enough to make a grown man cry. Sadly, this serene environment had to end when with a flash of light the fearsome irken mothership appeared, the machines that made it possible were now fried and detached, the remains slowly drifting to space.

Inside on the bridge Narn slowly got up, his head was spinning. "Get up, work it off will ya." A blue irken held out his hand, Narn accepted. "Crypto, right?"

"Right boss, Cryptospor-" Suddenly the entire bridge loaded up with urgent messages and alerts. The other irkens were brought out of their stupor, and went back to their positions.

Messages that were meant to be received MONTHS ago were now finally making their destination. They would have overwhelmed the system if Narn hadn't swiftly entered in commands to ignore the redundant or superfluous (mostly relating to Red and Purple's hobbies) messages.

He had an idea to get his less intelligent fellows to focus. He pulled up the most important of the alerts on the Massive's viewing screen. A summons from the Control Brains. It was subtle but Narn's expression went soft, they actually did it. 'We're home.' When Earth inevitably fails to the empire, he'll leave that statue alone as thanks to Mr. Lincoln.

But now was not the time to be sappy. "You heard the Brains!" Narn called out, "it's time to go home."

"Now, hold on a minute!" Another Irken cried out. "What puts you in charge? You're not nearly tall enough! What about the Tallest?!"

"Tallest Tak failed us!" Shouted Narn. "She almost led us to destruction and was wasting our time on other universes!" Perhaps Narn made a mistake in saying that but at this point he no longer cared.

The other irkens on the other hand, their loyalty programing was persistent. "You-you," they gathered around Narn, furious. "How DARE you!" Before anything could happen someone shot a blaster.

Crypto knew he had to do something so he did. He set his blaster to stun and with his years of combat experience showed the others not to mess with him. The other Irkens were quickly subdued either shot with stuns or beaten to submission, it was very quick.

"Listen to what he says! He's the only one that makes sense." Crypto joined Narn's side who was grateful for the assist. "Check the star maps. Find out where we are then set of course for Irk, we have a lot of catching up to do."

With that Narn and Cypto left, the rest of their race doing well to stay clear of them. "Thanks for that, back there."

"I couldn't let our only chance to get home die because of blind stupid loyalty could I." Crypto said with a smirk. "You need someone like me to make sure they stay in line. I hope they try something, he he he, just makes things more fun for me."

"Crypto I think this may be the start of something … interesting." He and Crpyto stepped in an elevator. Narn pushed a button. "You did see some of the more panicky messages? Seems those Resisty dumbasses actually been getting some wins during our vacation. Who'd have thought."

"I wouldn't worry too much about the Resisty." Narn and Crypto stepped out, they had arrived. "The Empire survived these types of rebels before, and especially now that we have that." Narn pointed to an object at the center of the room. The technicians working around the object paid them no mind.

"The hell am I looking at?" Crypto asked as he and Narn approached what was once an Emerald Key, trusted to President Lincoln by Ozma herself. It was now connected by various cables to all of the Massive's systems. The once beautiful glowing green emerald was now a corrupted ugly purple color.

"This is was gave power back to the Massive." Narn began, an ever so slight evil smile was on his face. "We may have spent far too much time in the Multiverse but if this "Emerald Key" is capable of half of what I think it is, then it will be all worth it."

Earth-1895

221B Baker St

"Well, here we are." Dressed in period appropriate clothing were two visitors from another universe. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson were very lucky indeed. After deciding to explore this other Earth, it was a nice surprise to find out that the local version of Baker Street was very much available. Comfortable rooms at a comfortable price.

Almost too lucky in fact. Sherlock happened upon the familiar apartments when looking for places to stay almost immediately. Of course he and John searched elsewhere but nothing else was available, plus staying there was too great a temptation. Almost every promising ad always led back to 221B, it was almost if someone wanted them there. Sherlock couldn't find anything so he would have to prepare for when their mysterious benefactor shows their hand.

"So different and yet," Sherlock sat down in one of the chairs already provided, "it feels … right." A new world, with new interesting clients. Let Basil and his sister Enola have their time to shine back on the old Earth, this new Earth would definitely prove to be fascinating.

Now if only he could find out anything about their unkown benifactor, the one that arranged Baker street for him and John, who was now unpaking their stuff. "You can help you know!"

"Keep searching Sherlock." From the streets below a young man of hispanic descent dressed as a typical victorian gentleman watched the window of the appartment. He walked away, letting out a small yawn. It was almost time for bed. "Keep searching."

America

The Crane Asylum

"And how is he today?" Dr. Masbeth Stamford asked the nurse. John C. or Johnny or simply Nny as he liked to be called was the newest patient at the asylum. He was apprehended after killing the homeless Digby Chicken Caesar in broad daylight. (though considering Digby was a known menace who constantly harassed and robbed everyone he came across, everyone cared more about the violence of the the killing)

"Just fine, well, as fine as he could be." Answered the nurse. Nny was a curious one. Stamford knew that Nny could be capable of being polite and dare he say it, amusing. Unfortunately he was plagued by random fits of extreme violence and felt the need to kill something, even those he considered friends. Saddest thing is that on some level he is fully aware of how dangerous he is by his deep depression that always lurks beneath the surface.

Stamford stepped up to the black iron steel door and opend the hatch. "Hello Nny. Working more on those Noodle Boy drawings I see." Aside from all of his psychosis, Nny was also an enigma. A complette unkown, even with those four fingered hands of his. No records, birth certificate, or any evidance he even exsited prior to Digby's murder. But Stamford decided to save that mystery for another day.

"Yes yes. Can't keep my adoring fans waiting now, can I!" Nny threw the lastest stack of Noodle Boy stories. They were actully quit popular with the other patiants even though Stamford found them too strange and morbid. Still Nny's small fame brought him at least a bit of happiness, despite the fact that for the safety of everyone it's best that Nny never leave his cell.

"I'll make sure they'll all get a copy. I'll be back later for one of our sessions, is this good for you?"

"Ugh, alright not like I have any ******* choice. Bye bye Dr Bunny." Nny called his Doctor by the nickname he gave him. The doc left, good. As much as Nny adored his silly fans and Dr. Bunny was welcomed company (seriously how many people would forgive multiple attempted murders) at the end of this day he had a new artistic passion.

He turned to the wall, his latest "masterpiece". A giant yellow oval, with faint impressions of a forrest in the center. He calls this one 'The Real Heaven' it's not done yet, it will never be done, not until he finds that magical place agian. The place where his lost skills as an artist were restored to him, only to be ripped away just as quickly. 'I'll find that place again and this whole s***** asylum will come with me.'

Earth-1898

Kings Cross Station

"Well, I've to say this has all been very interesting." Walking side by side was Captain Henry Fleming and Doctor Zoe VanHelsing. When their respective Earths decided to form an official alliance (albeit one kept secret), Henry decided it would be best to delay his trip home to explore this new Earth. Officially to see what this world had to offer his own but really he needed the vacation.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. This world can be difficult, but it's ours." Zoe responded.

"I wish the America here was doing better, though." Henry admitted with a bit of a frown. "Hmm, it's not like this Britain's any better." Zoey sighed.

"Heh, true. At least they gave us Hamilton. Now that's something the boys back home will love." Henry was about to go on when suddenly Zoe stopped in her tracks. She was looking somewhere else.

He followed her line of sight and saw a nanny, rubbing her hand on a brick wall between platforms nine and ten. "Who is that? Freind of yours?"

"Her name's Mary." Zoe had no idea how she knew that, she just did. The two walked to her, somehow compelled to do so.

"Hello Zoey, lovely to see you agian. I'm so happy to see you use your second chance well." The woman greeted Zoe with a warm smile. Despite herself Zoe couldn't help but smile in return, ever since her cancer diagnosis she- cancer diagnosis? What the hell was she talking about? She never had cancer, di-did she?

"And you must be Captain Henry Fleming." Mary turned to Henry next. "I've heard so many good things about you. I wish we could've met in better circumstances."

"Better circumstances? Is there something we should know about ma'am? Something to do with this…wall?"

"Oh no it doesn't." Dismissed Mary with a shake of her head. "When I saw you two were here I had to check on this. You see right now its just a collection of brick concrete and steel, but once this was a doorway to somewhere magical. A world beyond your wildest imaginations filled with adventure. But it's gone now, the actions of one very nasty woman erased it all from history. There's no way of getting it back, no way to experience it again. Well I guess you could go to Earth-197 but nowadays it's its almost impossible to take seriously."

Mary looked at the two to see some fascination with what she said. "Oh sorry, I was rambling for a bit."

"This has nothing to do with you two, what I really need to tell you is this." Mary straighten up. "Good job with the Irkens. I was busy with another equally dangerous problem so I couldn't be here, but know this! He may have been delayed for now but in time he will get out. Best prepare yourselves."

With that note Mary left, smiling. "Wait, that's it?!" Called Zoe.

"Yeah, why be so vague if it is really so important?" Added Henry.

"Because being vague is how these things always go." Twirling her umbrella Mary disappeared amongst the crowd.

"…Is she always this-"

"Yes. yes she has."

Wonka's factory

In the lowest deepest darkest place in Wonka's factory was a singular computer tower. It was a small room, no lights, just the tower with a monitor and keyboard. The tower was old but covered in glowing runes, in fact if one were to light the room they would see that the runes covered the walls and floor.

A door to a stairway opened, Charlie Bucket stepping out to check on it, careful to avoide the runes. This was the only room that the great glass elevator did not go to. He walked to the computer. It was the highest priority that it was never turned off, it was part of the secret. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief, it was still on, Morgoth was still trapped. But still he can not afford to be lax about it.

Throughout the many histories across the many different earths there has always been a struggle to successfully combine science and magic. All attempts have ended in failure, both minor and catastrophic, but a few cracked the code.

Yes, Willy Wonka was one of those few, later passing his knowledge on to Charlie and despite the potential of using their creations for personal power both were more interested in making Candy. The computer with runes however, was one of the few creations made without the purpose of making candy.

Charlie walked back to the elevator, despite confirming that the lock to Morgoth's prison was just as strong as ever he knew that he can only delay it so far. Matilda's dreams were never wrong and according to her, no matter what they do Morgoth will get free and when he does, he will stop at nothing to learn the secrets.

But Buckett and his workers were nothing if not determined and with any luck Morgoth will be sent back to the void to one day meet his end at Dagor Dagorath.

Rome

A sinister man stroked a fluffy white persian cat as he looked at the Information on the irken base. He was not the only one in the room, the other League. Mr Hinx, Count Dracula, Ms Utterson, Colonel Sebastian Moran, Dr Alponese Moreau, Opal Koboi, and their leader Ernst Stavro Blofeld.

"Yes, yes. This is most excellent." Blofeld began. "All this alien technology, ripe for the taking. SPECTRE will enter a new era and our enemies will be destroyed."

Blofeld turned around to face his "employees", most of the expressions ranged from neutral to outright contempt for SPECTRE's Number One. "Your new … thrall," he addressed Dracula, "is he ready?"

"Oh, yes." Despite being essentially enslaved by Blofeld Dracula smiled, this is gonna be fun. In the base back on Isle Sorna, while all the other Irkens left behind ran back and forth in a panic, one stood still, expressionless. He pulled up his lips, revealing his now razor sharp teeth. The psychic instructions from his master were clear, let the slaughter comence.

Above the Mariana Trench

In the hovering great glass elevator was Matilda Honey. She was closing her eyes and constraining, mentally reaching out to the bottom of the ocean. She tried and tried again but something always stopped her. Some sort of psychic barrier, she couldn't pierce it and it always blocked her.

Finally after an hour and half she gave up. 'No use,' she thought, 'I'll have to try again tomorrow. Maybe bring some equipment. I have to find out what's got Morgoth so spooked.' It didn't matter anyway, it was getting late and she needed some rest.

As Maltida prepared to fly back home, someone was watching. It was Mary standing on water as if it was solid ground. Mary tsked and looked sadly at the retreating Matilda. "This Earth's not ready for his rising, not yet."

Mary looked down stoically. "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming but not for long."

Unknown Earth

"As long as I'm alive you can save your friends."

"Well good luck with that."

*BANG*

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Waking up with a blood curdling scream was consulting criminal Jim Moriarty. Sitting up, he felt the back of his head to find that there was no gunshot wound, just phantom pain. Weirdly he was even dressed in an identical outfit the day he … he … don'tthinkaboutit.

It was then he noticed a strange green creature. It was rocking back and forth, mumbling gibberish and jerking it's head around. "Ah, you're awake."

Turning around he saw an older gentleman in a purple vest. The look on his face made it clear that he saw Jim as a waste of his time and while normally Jim would start planning this man's painful demise for the insult, everything was just too overwhelming.

"What is that and who the hell are you?" Jim pointed to the creature.

"We assumed him to be your Moran, but he called himself Jimmy. As for who I am for now you may call me the Future. Come, there is someone that wants to make your acquaintance."

The man led Jim out of the room. They paid no mind to the creature as they walked down the hallway. Jim observed his surroundings to find out anything. He seemed to be a recreation of a large Victorian mansion. I wasn't a real deal because the building was too new but still, whoever built this had a lot of power. All the curtains were closed, it's for him, for some reason they don't want him looking outside.

As they continued to walk Jim noticed a strong smell. A familiar smell, a few more sniffs and yep that was definitely a rotting corpse.

*BANG* Jim jumped back in a rare moment of surprise as they passed an out of place metal door covered in locks and chains. "HUNGRY!"Someone shouted on the other side followed by an inhuman roar.

"Hm," the other man contemplated, "his moments of lucidity are getting shorter and shorter. Shame, I liked the Revenant." Jim was about to ask a question but the Future only raised a finger. "The starving beast is unimportant for now. You'll find out what's behind the door in time."

And with that they continued on their way. Finally coming to a large important looking door. The Future knocked. "Come in." And the doors opened, it was a large room. A mix between the library and a laboratory, a large uncovered window took up one of the walls.

Two men were there, one dressed in a black top hat and cape, the other had his back turned. The first man took a brief note of Jim and only sneered. Jim smiled a little at this, something tells him that they will become really good friends.

The two other men went back to their conversation. "Make sure the Wrong Riders understand the consequences should they fail us."

"Of course." The first man took some papers from the other.

"That will be all. Leave us."

The first man left with the Future. "This is a waste of our time. That one is an insane short sighted wasteful idiot." He started as the doors closed.

"I agree Classic," replied Future, "but we can't go against the Professor. Not again, you remember what happened to the Egyptian."

Back in the Professor's room, Jim just stood there as the Professor looked out the window to the dark cloudy landscape. "I always liked this view, they never think to look in an Earth as uninhabitable as this one."

Jim looked around at something he could use, all he could see was a chalkboard with a complicated math problem. "You died," the Professor continued, "I know how that must sound to you but it's the truth. But you're back now, and I know you don't want to go back to that state, the people of your world call it the undead curse."

Jim rubbed the back of his head, despite the impossibility of what he just said he knew it to be the truth. "I had plans, so many plans after I died."

"Those had to go, they were in SPECTRE's way."

"SPECTRE?" Jim laughed. "Now I know you're joking. They're not real, just another boogeyman."

"Are they now? Hm. I never cared much for any version of Blofeld but I do have to admire what they built."

"Enough, just tell me who you are so I can take everything that you have built." Jim smiled wickedly.

"We are all named James Moriarty, not our colonel brother, different versions of the same man from different lives but myself," the professor stood up and turned around and Jim's smile disappeared, "I am all of us at our fullest potential, the true Napoleon of Crime. You will be known as the Consultant, I am called the Professor."

While to the untrained eye the Professor didn't look out of the ordinary, just a older well dressed man with a beard, to the eyes of Jim Moriarty one look of this man screamed extreme danger, that everything about him meant there was no winning against him and all notions Jim had of taking over whatever operation he was running disappeared.

"Let me tell you about a new project we're working on," The Professor's smile let Jim know that he worked for him now, "we call it the Moriarty Syndicate."

"I did it! I FINALLY DID IT!" Coming out of a portal was JB, still dressed as a victorian gentleman. He was happy as much as he could be. "IT'S DONE! Now I can move on to other projects and nap and play and goof off as much as I want to. IT WILL BE A NEW BEGI-" *SPLAT*

Out of nowhere a sheet of paper blew into JB's face. "Oh! What's this?" He grabbed the paper. One look at the sheet and already his hands were trembling with despair at its contents.

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JB ripped the paper in half and looked up to the sky! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-At least they're only a one-shots-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"…Right?"

Chapter Text

Earth-1895

London 

So this is where this mysterious person wanted to meet: a coffee shop. Sherlock entered, people took no notice, and took a seat next to a man reading a newspaper.

Overall he was having a good time in this new world, new interesting clients, exciting cases that The Strand magazine pays highly for, and even a new arch enemy in the French Thief known as Arsen Lupin. Even Irene Adler decided to join them in this new world, apparently some mysterious masked figure living beneath the Paris Opera House was putting together a team.

“If he’s anything like mine you should be paying very close attention to him.” The man put the newspaper, the headline was “SCOTLAND YARD CATCHES KILLER” Sherlock recognized it as that recent business with Lord Henry Blackwood. 

Sherlock looked at the man, he was obviously the one who sent that encoded message that turned out to be a series of coordinates leading him here. It was all written in a cipher only he, Mycroft, and Enola could possibly understand. With all that in mind there was only one person he could be.

“So, you’re another me.” Sherlock asked.

The other Sherlock, who shall be referred to as Holmes going forward, nodded. “Sherlock Holmes of Earth-51. A pleasure to finally meet you Mr. William Sherlock Scott Holmes of Earth-1898.”

They shook hands, Sherlock couldn’t help but notice the technically advanced red gauntlets his counterpart was wearing. Holmes brought them up. “My resemblance to a well known brilliant inventor that exists on many worlds affords me certain … opportunities. He doesn’t mind.”

“This isn’t a social call, is it?” Sherlock asked.

“Indeed it is not.” Holmes began. “Ever since my eyes were opened to the other worlds I’ve had plans and ideas for a “team” shall we say. Plans that had to be accelerated after certain parties didn’t heed my warnings.” Holmes handed Sherlock a file.

“So what? You want me to join this little club of yours?” 

Holmes made a “kind of” face. “We would have waited and introduced such things slowly but recently we’ve received alarming evidence. You’d be very cross with us if we didn’t tell you.”

Holmes learned forward. “Moriarty.”

Sherlock looked at Holmes with skepticism and slowly shook his head. “That’s not possible, I watched him die.”

“Who’s says it’s definitely your Moriarty? It may just be a double.” Holmes said back. 

“… My Moriarty?”

“Surely you must realize that if I exist there must also be another Moriarty. There’s several out there in the many worlds. Not all of them are bad, I dare say a few of them are actually quite pleasant, but most are more like the ones we know.”

Holmes looked slightly frustrated. “The aforementioned parties, it’s because of them that the Moriarties have been allowed to spread their cancer across the multiverse, infesting many Earths with their evil. But I have created a cure of sorts and with time we can hopefully bring an end to their scheming. If my Moriarty is building an alliance I must create one of my own.”

Holmes got up and put on a wide brimmed hat. “We’ve not all had successes and we still don’t know how many Moriarty variations are truly involved but we’ve made a significant bruise on them. We’d love to have you on board, even if your Moriarty hasn’t come back from whatever lies beyond.”

“Everything you need to know is in that file. We’ll wait a few days for you to decide if you want to join. And even if you don’t, please pass it along to your sister and mouse copy. You should be proud of how well they’re handling themselves back home.”

Holmes left the shop, leaving Sherlock alone. ‘I am … proud.’

Sherlock thought but now he needed to look in this file. He went to a little empty corner and opened up the file. It was a bunch of documents and charts. There was also a photograph, a black and white picture of a bearded man in a graduation cap and gown. A Professor, his other self’s Moriarty, he could tell. He turned the picture around and saw a stylized M with the word ‘Syndicate’ written underneath.

Unknown Earth

Moriarty Syndicate HQ

So many Moriartys, so many options. An intimidating figure sat on his desk looking at a large screen showing various men, women, and creatures. The Professor, the greatest of all Moriartys (at least in his opinion) certainly the most feared. Founder and the true leader of the Syndicate.

The Syndicate was large and vast with many agents, all handpicked by at least one Moriarty. Several Skrulls, The Hood, Ragdoll, Shocker, The Wrong Raiders, at least one Deadpool, Gustave Lytton, corrupt S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, moles in Project Cadmus and Task Force X, Striker, Harriot Pratt, Rojo, Slo-Mo, Nanosec, the rest of S.U.V., Cole Wittman, Betsy Schneider, Power Broker, Sargon the Sorcerer, the Hooligans, Jane Doe, Doctor Poison, Major Bludd, Livewire, Martin Fenwick, Papa Poutine, Rex Rogan, The Chameleon, Destro, pretty much every single still living version of Sebastian Moran of course, and many many more.

It was hard to keep track, but not for 5 different versions of Moriarty. The Professor welcomed the challenge, running the Syndicate was the most rewarding experience had but now he had to make a difficult choice to make.

The Revenant, it had been hard. He was a good colleague, a brilliant and ruthless mind with good resources and useful abilities like control of the undead, but with those abilities came the slow deterioration of his flesh and mind. These days he can hardly form a single syllable and was basically their glorified pet now, useful only for disposing of bodies.

They need a replacement and fast, if The Professor knows his Holmes as well as he should then Holmes will realize that one of them is unwell and exploit the weakness, he must mend the wound before the maggots start picking on it.

But who, which one of the many variants of himself is worthy to help lead the Syndicate? The Professor brought up the three versions that are already working for them, only to dismiss them.

A young teenager in a school uniform-The Schoolgirl. Molly Hardy, one of his alternate descendants. She had potential and was certainly willing but was too young and immature to truly be a Moriarty and has yet to impress him.

Yellow plastic figurine of a pie man-The Mascot. No no no, he won’t do at all. Not even good enough to be an agent. He might be a danger to his fellow sentient ornaments, but humans? Not likely. All he’s good for is being the funny mascot of one of their legitimate fronts.

A walking, talking, anthropomorphic rat in a suit-The Rodent. Truth be told none of them we’re quite sure if he counted, afterall he did come from the same world as the Consultant, but Professor Ratigan was a close equal in many respects. Before The Consultant came aboard they first came to him and offered to The Egyptian’s former seat but he declined. Ratigan was content to run his own operation for now but that didn’t mean they couldn’t do business together.

With those three out of the way The Professor went back to Moriarties not yet in the fold but are still kept an eye on and scrolled through them.

An attractive blonde woman-The Artist 

A regular normal math teacher-The Fraud

A crippled man with only one arm and stuck in a hollow shell-The Turk

A creature of Hell itself that was once human-The Cenobite

A man recovering from brain damage with grand plans for his daughter-The Father

An older man in the 1990s with a menacing sneer-The Descendant

A pale, almost intangible, man in a purple suit-The Ghost 

Wait, what was that last one? A Ghost? He thought about him and his history, a manifestation of people’s strong belief in, on his world, purely fictional stories and characters. He was a powerful conjurer, capable of feeding off of evil itself and able to summon a demonic attack hound. He slowly smiled, yes, he’ll do.

They need someone skilled in the occult, the supernatural is becoming a more and more common occurrence the more Earths they expand to. Someone that can deal with it all and knowledgeable in the dark arts, he’ll be welcome with open arms. 

The only problem is that he’s currently trapped in the Ghostbusters’ containment unit back on Earth-091386. A difficult problem to be sure, but not an impossible one. He pushed a button on his desk and spoke into a microphone. “Cease whatever you’re doing. I have found The Revenant's successor, a plan must be made, agents will be looked at and selected. We must make sure the empty seat is filled as soon as possible.”

The Professor ended the call and got up. He smiled with sinister intent, The Syndicate will be more powerful than ever.

Earth-1895

Sherlock put the M back in the file. Even if his Moriarty wasn’t somehow back from the dead there were still Moriarties out there, and now that he knows of this Syndicate is out there he must watch and prepare. 

He dug around some more and got out another photograph. It was a more modern picture with many people in it. There were a few Belgian men with mustaches. Someone that looked identical to one of his LXG teammates except with glasses and a green suit. A curly haired nervous man with extreme OCD. A chimp. A Nighthawk ripoff. A Skrullian Skymaster wannabe. A man and a woman with wings and bird-like helmets. A man in a purple jumpsuit with his arms wrapped around a woman, his wife. A man in a blue coat and hat with seemingly no face. A young lady standing between two old men. A bald man with sunglasses and a lollipop. A middle aged man in a trench coat and glass eye. A priest. A Chinese man in a white suit. A dark haired man in a suit that makes him look like some sort of super spy next to a brown haired woman in a cream color suit herself and a light brown fedora hat. Another woman with long dark hair and a black leather jacket. Several regular police detectives that were willing to go outside the box at times otherwise they wouldn’t participate in this picture.

But what really got his attention was the people in front and center. They… they were all variations of him and John. Of sure, to the untrained eye these people had barely anything in common but Sherlock could tell. A glance at their stances, common facial features, even their eyes and how they looked at everything. He can recognize that unamused look from John anywhere.

A lot of his variants were either wearing top hats or those stupid floppy hats while a lot of John’s tended to have mustaches. Most of them were even dressed in clothing appropriate for the late 19th to early 20th century. Most were white men or women but he spotted a few people of various races. Some Asian men, three Asian women (two Watsons and one Holmes), a few black men and women, one Canadian schoolgirl, some teenagers, the spitting image of a young Enola, a cyborg Watson, an Indian descended Holmes, and in the middle of it all was the Holmes he just encountered standing side by side with his version of Dr. John Watson.

Sherlock put everything back in the file, he’ll examine the rest later. One thing’s for sure, even if he decides not to join, the Syndicate will have a new enemy. No matter the universe, the time period, or country, if there is a Moriarty there will always be a Holmes, ready to destroy a great evil over the waterfalls of Reichenbach.