Ok.

So, as I mentioned before WAY back when, I was going to do a collaboration with some friends and post it up here. Now, I think we're going to take it a step further.

For THIS one, we're doing a cross-dimension, open world, free-for-all deathmatch. Teams will be voted on by viewers of this story, and so on and so forth.

This chapter will be pretty much useless, so if you want to skip ahead do so now. Keep in mind that some of this is intentionally funny, and other themes may be found offensive, such as sex, drugs, and the like. I, for one, am going to try and keep the sex to a MINIMUM, but that doesn't apply to the others helping me write. You may find entire chapters of the stuff. Be warned. Also: The storyline goes from here to there, but we've decided to focus mainly on my original character, Grace, even switching to her point of view. She is accompanied by the one known as Cry, who some of you may know.

ANYWAYS

Omniscient POV

The competitors began to appear, one by one. First, from the first dimension.

Dia appeared on the first stand, looking extremely confused. To her left came Shandi and Cyrae, both of them looking equally as puzzled as the first. Then Shade appeared, in a pose suggesting she was just about to stab somebody in the neck, then quickly into an idle pose, the kitchen knife in the left hand hidden behind her back. James appeared on the same stand as her, flailing wildly and screaming. Jack phased in shortly after, wearing the same grin as always.

Next, From the second dimension!

A man in a baseball uniform appeared on the stand opposite of Dia's. He held a titanium baseball bat in his left hand. To his left appeared another man in a black hoodie. A dark blue mask covered his real appearance, and out of the eye sockets leaked a black, gooey liquid. He held no weapons. On a stand behind his, a young woman appeared. Her face was covered by a mask as well, this one just a plain white circle of unknown material with two circular eyes and a straight line for a mouth. She too was unarmed. A small, white, armless figure with a spherical head and a small black antennae sat upon her shoulder, a cherry stem protruding from its mouth as it chewed. To her direct right, a huge, hulking figure in blue armor phased into reality, a gargantuan reddish sword in it's hand. The sword had an eye near the hilt. The last contestant, a completely grey, featureless figure appeared near him. This figure was unarmed.

"WELCOME, CONTESTANTS!" A booming voice exclaimed. All turned to the source, to see three figures on a hovering platform. The first was the God King, leaning on the guard-rail of the platform and gazing down at the competitors. The next was the Slenderman, standing silently. Instead of his usual suit jacket, he had a black trench coat and a fedora. The final figure was a tall, snake-like man in intimidating black armor. He seemed to be looking specifically at Shandi and Cyrae, who were at the moment engaged in a sissy fight. The Serpent King sighed and face-palmed. The God-King took one look at the quarreling sisters and burst out laughing. "CALM YOURSELVES, COMPETITORS." The Slenderman finally spoke, causing all eyes in the room to focus on him. "You should save the fighting for when the battle REALLY begins." He continued, when Dia suddenly yelled. "What battle? Where the hell are we, anyways?" A few others started arguing, and it soon became an all out riot. The three figures on the platform were silent, waiting until the yelling stopped. When if didn't, God-King fired a blast of fire into the void below, turning the entire area underneath the podiums to become bright red. "THE NEXT SPEAKER GETS ONE TO THE FACE." He roared, and everybody shut up. Serpent King explained. "You are currently in a void in the middle of space. The battle, which will start after everything is settled, is a free-for-all fight to the DEATH." Everybody froze at the word death. "DEATH?" The little figure on Grace's shoulder screamed. "EXCUSE ME, GOOD SIR, BUT WE WILL NOT BE PARTAKING IN OUR OWN DEMISE TODAY! I MEAN, GRACE ISN'T THAT GOOD WITH HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT!" Grace reached over and clamped her hand over the little figure's mouth, whispering "If you don't shut up, I will break your face." The little figure protested some more, before Grace shoved a cherry into his mouth. Serpent King leaned on the platform's guardrail. "And what, preytell, is THAT?" He gestured to the small figure, who immediately jumped up and said "I am the great and powerful Cry, whom all shall fear!" He hopped up and down on the podium. Grace smiled sheepishly under her mask, saying "He's a bit hyped up on sugar today, he's not usually like this." She grabbed Cry and shoved him into her hoodie pocket, kicking and screaming. Serpent King suddenly appeared before Grace, arms folded over his chest. "Does that little... THING... count as a weapon for you?" He inquired, levitating Cry out of the pocket and holding him in front of his face. "No, he does not. The only thing he's really good for is comic relief and small amounts of magic... AND EATING ALL OF MY CHERRIES!" Grace growled. Cry stuck his tongue out at her and laughed, meanwhile Serpent King was once again smacking himself in the face and groaning. "Enough with the silliness. If you need a weapon, we can supply plenty of them. The maximum amount of borrowed weapons is fifteen." A series of bridges from each podium extended to one wall of the room, which opened up to reveal a large expanse of white, with rows and rows of weapons levitating in the air. Jack's eyes lit up as he stared at the hundreds of thousands of weapons. Meanwhile, the gray, featureless figure started down his path, reaching the entrance quite soon. As he was about to enter, God-King entered reality in front of him, chuckling. "You don't get to enter the chamber yet, Gray. We need to test each and every one of you," He said, his eyes scanning the small crowd of people who had just recently accumulated in front of him. "For your abilities. Such as magic, combat prowess, etc. The testing chamber is to the left." Another door opened, and the paths extended towards that door as well. The whole group proceeded into the room, which had a door for each contestant, labeled with their names. Cyrae looked around suspiciously. "Something about this whole thing doesn't seem right..." Shandi nodded. "Other then the fact that we're all going to die, there's this odd feeling of being watched..." She turned to a seemingly normal white wall and sighed. "I can SEE your little antennae thing." She called, and Cry turned around from the wall, stomping his stubby little foot in frustration. "That usually works!" He pouted, only to receive another cherry from Grace. "I thought you didn't like me eating these," He said around a mouthful of chewed fruit. Grace sighed. "I don't really mind, but for one they make you hyper," Cry interrupted with a garbled "Do not!" She ignored this statement and continued. "The second thing is, I don't have an unlimited amount of these things. Sooner or later we're going to run out, between you and me, and then we'll be in such a predicament that you won't stop whining until I get you more of them." Cry sighed and hopped off the wall, back onto her shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's just that they taste to dang good. Also, Grace..." She looked at him. "You should probably go socialize with some people. It'd be nice to make friends before we're sent to fight each other." She nodded. "After these so called "Tests" We'll go meet some people, OK?" Cry smiled. "Atta girl!" He headbutted her cheek playfully, before he two of them entered their designated testing room.

The room was plain and white, with a little red orb floating about in the center, about 5 feet off the ground. Grace approached the orb, with a strange voice in her head telling her not to. She then realized this voice was Cry, yelling in her ear. "Don't touch the damn orb, Grace! DON'T TOUCH IT! RED IS A BAD COLOR! IT IS THE COLOR OF BLOOD, WHICH YOU MAY BEGIN LOSING RAPIDLY IF YOU TOUCH THAT THING!" She picked him off of her shoulder and placed him on the ground. An electronic voice said "Begin Testing." She stared at the orb. "What am I supposed to do...?" She walked around the orb, inspecting it from top to bottom. It was about the size of a softball, red, and completely featureless. She threw a punch at it, and when her fist connected, a little buzzer went off, and the number 15 came up on the back wall. "15? Sounds like a raffle number." Cry said from somewhere around her feet. He launched a tiny magic bolt at it, and the number 20 came up on the wall. Is that how much damage we're doing to it, or what? She threw a few more punches, each time the number became bigger and bigger, until it reached 99. The voice said "Critically Wounded, Finish It!" Cry stared at the wall, and suddenly smiled. "That's the voice from Mortal Kombat!" He jumped onto Grace's shoe, scaled her leg, kicked off of her hip and headbutted the orb. A damage number of 50 was added to the 99, and the voice said "Overkill!" Before the orb turned into little sparks and dissapeared. Cry hit the ground with a quiet thump. "Excellent." He smiled up at her, and she dropped a cherry on his head as a tiny reward. He swallowed it whole and spit out the stem, which he then reclaimed as a tiny cigar. "Got a light?" He asked in a bad impression of a mobster. She laughed and shook her head. Serpent King entered the room, arms folded. "You and that little thing are obviously an effective team," He said, a tiny grin forming at the corners of his mouth. "Your testing is complete, you may wait outside if you wish." Grace nodded, picked up Cry, and exited the room. Serpent King lingered for a moment, before exiting the room as well.

Grace walked outside to see one other person waiting there. The hooded man in the blue mask was leaning on a wall, watching her as she approached him. "Hello..." She said quietly. He still stared silently. Cry hopped onto her shoulder and frowned. "Hello, this girl just greeted you. It would be nice if you were to respond, sir." Grace shoved him into her pocket and folded her arms. "Are you... awake?" She asked politely. The man nodded. "I am." Grace smiled underneath her mask. "Well, nice to meet you, I suppose... I'm Grace." She held out her hand, which he accepted quietly. "This is Cry, he's a bit hyper right now." She pulled him out of her pocket and put him on his usual spot on her shoulder. "Sorry about before. No hard feelings, OK?" He asked, which the man responded with a nod. "So, what's YOUR name?" Grace asked. The man was quiet, before responding with an almost inaudible "Jack." Grace nodded, sensing an odd tension around the mention of his name. "Well, it's good to meet you, Jack." She smiled warmly, and though concealed by her mask, Jack could sense it. He smiled back. And though concealed by HIS mask, she could sense it as well. They shook hands and parted ways, as Grace went off to greet more people.

Dia exited her training room beaming. She had gone through about ten testing orbs before finally Serpent King had to personally tell her to stop, saying "It's been, like, a half hour since the time you were SUPPOSED to leave. Your testing is complete, get the hell out of the room!" She looked around, finding the room vacant except for a hooded man and a young woman talking by a far wall. She decided to find her own spot on the wall to lean on, and soon was in a light sleep. She was awoken by the sound of a feminine voice saying "Hello?" and looked up from her spot on the floor to see Grace looking down at her. "You kind of just fell on your face, and I wanted to know if there was something wrong...?" Dia stood up and smiled. "No, I was just sleeping... on the floor..." Cry hopped from Grace's shoulder to Dia's, smiling. "Hello there!" He called, for her to look at him and stare awkwardly. "Uh... Hi." He leapt back from her shoulder to Grace's outstretched hand. "I will do the introductions for you, because both of you seem to have caught a severe case of shut up-itis." He nodded towards Grace. "You, meet Grace. Grace, meet...?" He paused. "The name's Dia." She said, and Cry nodded. "Grace, meet Dia." Grace looked at the young woman opposite of her, her head cocked slightly to her left. "Dia's a cool name." She held out her hand, and Dia accepted it, shaking hands firmly. "So... What's up with THAT guy?" She gestured to Jack, who was now drawing something on a doodle pad. Grace shrugged. "He's just a guy in a mask, is all. Seems kind of shy, and his eyes are leaking some weird gooey stuff." She turned to find Jack standing directly behind her, inches away. "I HAVE no eyes." Grace squeaked and jumped backwards into Dia's arms, shaking. "It's why people call me Eyeless Jack." He returned to his spot on the wall, and resumed doodling. Dia set Grace down on the ground gently. "That guy is creepy." She said blandly. Grace shook her head. "He's not creepy, he just seems kind of... sad, actually." She looked over to him, scribbling away like mad on his doodle pad. "Whaddaya suppose he's drawing?" Cry asked. Grace shrugged. "I don't know what to expect from somebody like him..." She turned to Dia. "It's been nice meeting you, Dia." She then walked away, searching for more people to talk to.