I know some [most] of you probably hate this story or think it's poorly written and I should stop writing it, but I can't help myself. I also feel the urge to post on the web or some shit like that. This is the first story I genuinely put effort into. Yes, I know the plot seems stupid, in fact, I can't help but feel ambivalent towards this fic. At the same time, since I put in so much effort, it doesn't seem right to not finish this. I also know that the first few chapters aren't great [I was young and stupid, I still am right now] it improves in the later chapters. At least I hope it does.

Why I chose to cross The Stand over with the things I did? I think I thought it was a great idea at the time. Again, that was me being young and stupid. I tend to cross things over with other things, even if it seems like they should not have come together. Things like crossing Atlas Shrug with the Dresden Files [I kind of wish someone would write a crossover like this], and some others. Yeah. [Seriously, someone needs to write the Dresden Files/Atlas Shrug crossover]. [Dark Towers and Dresden Files-hell yeah!]

Also, many, I mean many, different series make an appearance in this fic. Some of them play a sort of significant role and others play minor roles. Things that already made an appearance (that I have written [my rough drafts])in this fic are Summer of the Swan, Foul Play, Anchorman, Discworld, the Slender Man, Candle Cove, and The Stand (obviously).

Things ill-fated to make an appearance are: The Simpsons, Towlie from South Park(possible halucination), Cthulhu (mentioned), Silver Streak, and whatever else I put in here. Also, mythical creatures exist, although how much of a role they play depends on my mood.

I might have to split this fic into three parts.

Also, some characters in this fic will be injured, sometimes severely injured and be fine and dandy the next chapter. That can all be explained with magic. Or discontinuity, or whatever! Maybe I forgot the injury and don't want to admit it. Almost all things can be explained by saying a wizard did it.

OTZ

I also want to keep this fic rated T.

I apologize for any errors.

So, here's the Prologue

The man sneezed on Charlie Champion's face, not once but twice.

"Sorry 'bout that," the man said. "I think I must've gotten something or allergies." He wiped his nose on his shirt sleeves.

"That's fine," Champion said.

"How's the wife and child?"

"They're fine."

"I see. I haven't spoke to my wife ever since we split back in nineteen seventy-five; or was it seventy-six? She won't even let me talk to my daughter.

"I wanted to win custody of my girl, but that woman played everyone like fools. She'd put on this facade of sweetness and loving like a mother, but she was a wicked person. A manipulator.

"She lied to the court, and said that I had harmed my own child. How can I ever harm her? I love my daughter. And they believed her.

"They didn't believe me when I told them that she was the mean one. She used to throw objects at me, hit me while I slept, and threatened me, right in front of our own child.

"If she thought I was leaving, or she didn't get her way, she threatened to kill me or to kill herself!

"I only hope my girl didn't grow up to be like her mother. I would visit, but there's a restraining order against me."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Champion said. This conversation officially reached awkwardness. It's not every day someone opens up about their life to their coworker.

"Don't worry about it," Jose said. "I just, needed to get that off my chest."

He sneezed some more. "Anyways, have a nice day."

"You too," Champion said. He wiped spit off his face and decided that eating his food was not the best idea anymore. Well, he wasn't that hungry anyways.

That man would soon spread his illness to the other coworkers. It wasn't until it was too late, and practically everyone was dead, when Champion came to the startling realization, that things were very well fucked.

So, he did the only thing he could do, got his family and fled, all the while spreading the disease. If he had just stayed, then maybe it would have died with him. Ha! But if that happens then we wouldn't have this story. Story has conflict, and the illness is one of them. Hey, it's better than the whole Earth going kaboom or the universe deciding to stop existing (no idea how it would do that). Humans would all be dead in those story.

Him fleeing started a chain reaction, or maybe the reaction started way before that, of people getting sick—mostly on the west coast side, and dying.

Why did this happen? Some would ask. For protection, that's why. The disease was created to protect the people from them. Who's they? Other's would ask. The people on the other side. The invaders, the savages, the enemy. The one thing created to save them was the thing that destroyed them. What morons.

It's very tragic once one thinks about. Very tragic indeed, but it has happened before. It's been happening.

The man clothed in black smiled at his new (old) accomplishment.

He has been working so hard to get to where he's at. So very hard.

Way before the incident took place, he has been pulling the strings. Making deals (either for fame, beliefs, or for loved ones), inspiring, twisting them until they broke. Finding the broken and deceiving them, breaking them further. Yes, he has been very very busy.

It was worth it. Victory will be his. He can almost taste it.

Hehe. The people of this world would suffer. It's fun, fulfilling, to see other people suffer. To see them wrecked with insanity, terror, as they see the things that one should never see.

To see them lose all hope and surrender to him, only to find out that he betrayed them and would never ever care for them. He manipulated them.

This world was going to be the best world ever for him.