Author's Notes: Hey guys and gals, the Omniarch is back and better than ever. For those of you who might've wondered where I've been the last little while; my computer broke irreparably and I had to get a new one. Luckily, I've done that now and my new computer is working perfectly; so I'm going to celebrate my newfound passion for writing by releasing a brand new story for all who are even remotely interested in reading them.
This is an alternate self-insert story guys, so yes… this features a fictional version of me in seemingly fictitious settings, and alternate worlds most people don't dare to dream are possible. This particular Thomas IB is going to be a lot different compared to the one you've seen thus far, and will be the AIBIB and all-powerful creator/ruler of his own Trans Omni-Omniverse; an entirely new and endless set of alternative Omni-Totalities if you will.
Since he will wield the highest God tier of power forever imagined by any and all minds; he'll not be interested in doing anything more than using his Pokémon to help the people of the Manga Adventures Universe and all the other universes he visits. For the record, this is a crossover fanfiction based in several universes varying from Pokémon Manga to his Earth Prime, Sekirei, the Pokémon Anime, various crossovers with my other stories including my other Grandmaster characters, and High School DxD, Hotel Transylvania, and Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children later on to name a few. I might also feature him in DC, Marvel, and the Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles Universe; though I'm not making any promises with those three.
This story's chaptering system will be told from an Omni-Dimensional perspective and will fully incorporate this Thomas's absolute omnipresence. Each few chapters or so will bounce between the various universes he is visiting and this world shifting won't follow any particular order nor will you know if the next chapter is going to feature a world shift. In other words, this story will be built on various levels and platforms and will take place in multiple universes simultaneously. This will also be one of the biggest crossover and harem fanfictions of my entire career; given that my story self will eventually bring the verses he's visiting together and form an open relationship with most of my favorite female characters from each of those verses.
Also, nobody will know he's basically God… at least, not right away. Anyone who does figure out he's TIBIB and what that means will most likely have their memory of that discovery wiped by him. He's not interested in seeking glory for his helpful actions, and following the logic of that one Futurama episode… if you do something right people won't know you've done anything at all. Basically, he's all about subtleties when working his miracles and magic lol. He's also going to be 40-years-old when he gets his powers so he will have had time to mellow out about the God powers with age and experience. This story will also feature my family and soon-to-be-born Nephew Eliot James Thomas Currie; though the focus of the story won't be on them solely or even mostly.
Thomas IBIB's Pokémon roster will be cloned from my original Grandmaster character's collection of infinite various species… including Fakemon, Legendary Mons, and the like with all forms accessible, etc. This includes Totem Pokémon and with Totem Auras that drastically boost every single one of their stats. They'll all be endowed with the ZOF and Pokémon like my Battle Bond Greninja will be given a nickname I think some of you know; they'll also be able to access their Mega forms, Supreme forms, and ZOF Grandmaster amounts of Z-Power within them for unrestricted use of Z-Moves without Z-Crystals of any kind. Anyways, this story will take place during the Yellow Chapter of the Pokémon Manga, during the second Disciplinary Squad's reign in Sekirei, and during the XY and XYZ Anime in the Pokémon Anime Universe once he goes there. Earth Prime will be set in the year 2032.
According to the Manga timeline, Yellow is 11-years old in the Yellow chapter so it will be a long ass while before our alliance progresses anywhere beyond unlikely friends. Of course, there will be time skips too every once in a while as well as the shifts between worlds. Yes folks, this is a wish-fulfilling self-insert with a massive, multi-dimensional harem; feel free to avoid this story if it doesn't meet your fancy but bear in mind that flames will be ignored and haters hating for the sake of hating will also be ignored and/or blocked from commenting on my stories. Constructive criticism only lol; anything else aside from comments of praise will be ignored.
One final thing, AIBIB and this guy are going to be tied for two of the most impossibly overpowered characters in my entire repertoire, and shall be some of the only characters I have who I will not use in any collaborations between myself and other authors; the reason being simply that they're too overpowered and can resolve almost any and all conflicts in an instant. Anyways, that's all I have to say for my AN you guys, so if any of you still enjoy the premise of this story even after all that; then get ready for another helluva sweet ride as only I can provide.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, nor do I make profits from this whatsoever.
Description: Sekirei, Pokémon Manga and Anime, Earth Prime, and infinite other universes span the course of the Omni-Totalities created by the ZOF Grandmasters. One particular ZOF Grandmaster is about to shake some of these worlds to their very foundation; with no guarantee that anything will remain after the dust settles. These worlds are about to realize the truth behind all creation myths.
Chapter One: Earth Prime
Einstein once said that 'Imagination is everything; it is the preview of life's coming attractions.' I had spent the last 15-years pondering whether he was right about that, and at 40-years of age I was still no closer to living the life I once dared to imagine, dared to dream of despite everything and everyone in my primitive backwater world telling me it was absolutely impossible. After so many years of indulging my sad, little, nerdy dream and writing stories depicting Godlike characters of all kinds; I finally managed to get it all out of my system and move on with my life. Yet every now and again, there was always that one part of me that wondered why, why hadn't some All-Powerful Entity not taken the time to grant my wish? Was I not the version of myself who would eventually end up with powers like AIBIB, the strongest of all my characters? That was definitely plausible, after all; not every version of Thomas Currie was the same, and it's not like every single one of us was going to be chosen to wield said Godhood.
I suppose I should start from the beginning though, shouldn't I? First thing I should do is introduce myself. My name is Thomas James Currie, I'm currently 40-years-old and 6-and-a-half feet tall and 200 pounds exactly due to exercise and diet for health reasons- which incidentally is the reason I'm still alive at this age- and I was the fanfiction author known as the Omniarch who posted all sorts of fiction stories depicting Godlike characters. I finished all of my UV Based stories and finally got my love for Godlike beings out of my system- more or less- and tied it all together neatly with a bow, vowing to never again indulge that particular passion… even despite certain people begging me to continue some of my better works. I was honestly surprised that I had garnered any sort of fan base at all, especially considering I didn't start out with one anywhere near as big as it is now, but I digress.
My point is, I have a life outside of my stories, and I'm an uncle now to; my nephew's name is Eliot (Eli) James Thomas Currie, and he is currently 15-years-old and every bit as fond of Pokémon and the Omniverse Theory as I ever was. Unfortunately, I've long since stopped displaying any external interest in such topics, though Eliot never seemed to know when to quit and constantly tried to motivate me to get back into the swing of things for my stories. He seemed to believe that I had a gift for writing about gods, and believed my potential was wasted on other fruitless endeavors. Still, my bond with him was about as close as can be, and while I wouldn't admit it; I still harbored a burning passion for all characters of a godlike caliber.
You might already know that I'm autistic and all that other garbage, especially if you have read my self-insert fanfiction, though I'm sure I can forgive anyone who finds my brand of fiction to be somewhat of a deadbeat. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking; why in the hell did I ever believe that garbage was any good?! I still to this day don't know how I managed to gain any fan base at all. Honestly, the select few times I looked back on what I wrote; I wanted to go back in time and slap my 25-year-old self's face for writing such pieces of shit trash.
Like, why on earth did I depict my story self as such a pretentious, fatuous egotist? Fuck, even Rey didn't like the dude, and if he didn't like him then Goddamn! I haven't spoken to Rey in a long while since we went our separate ways a few years back, but for old time's sake; maybe I could indulge just a little and call his ass up on my newest IPhone XXII. Maybe we could laugh our asses off at how stupidly serious I used to take this literary crap I called a fanfiction series; that would be fun.
Seriously though, I managed to pull my head out of the clouds and embraced my mediocre life as a pathetic mortal on this equally pathetic, backwater planet. Nothing too exciting happened during the 15-years that I finished all my stories, though I will say that being an uncle- a very wacky uncle at that- has brought immense joy in my life. I only wished I could move the fuck on from that God complex I suffered from, and get on track with living the best life I could possibly lead in this suck-fest. Seriously, if I ever encountered AIBIB at this point; I was going to have words with the bastard, only some of which included 'Why the fuck did you show up NOW?!'
Honestly, I'm not saying I wasn't happy with my life because I was; it was the afterlife or potential lack thereof that I was unhappy with, and at 40-years of age who knows how much longer I had… especially considering how hard I was on my body in my twenties. The unknown, the not being sure if there was more to my existence than what I had in my mortal stupidity. That was the part that vexed me to no end; the fact that I wasn't sure if I would have an afterlife or end up doing the ethereal backstroke in a void and ceasing to be was going to drive me up the motherfucking wall one of these days, I could just see it now.
Today started just like any other day since I moved back out on my own; I woke up at the crack of noon- though let's be honest, I tend to wake up a lot later than that- I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, then I ate a hearty breakfast of cereal marshmallows that I ordered from the United States on Amazon, and prepared to have another day of playing my Nintendo Switch 2030 version. Seriously Nintendo, you couldn't have moved from that console by now? I guess you people weren't kidding when you said it was the be-all, end-all of video game consoles; yet your fucking Virtual Console still didn't have Pokémon Stadium! Like, da fuck?!
So, it came as no unpleasant surprise when my aforementioned IPhone XXII gave the most annoying sound it could possibly make in my lifetime… a fucking text. "For realziz?! I literally just sat down to play video games today! I don't know whose texting me yet- though I do have my suspicions- but this had better be fucking good! Seriously Beezer, Cate, or whoever… what could be so pressing that you have to drag me away from my video games?!" I sardonically asked nobody in particular as I pulled my phone out of my ass. No I'm just kidding; it was on my computer table. Like seriously, if that thing had been in my ass it would probably be a piece of shit by now.
I look down at my phone and see the text has come from my nephew, which comes as no surprise to me since his recent grounding from electronics was probably up. Looking down at my phone, I saw that he wanted to hang out and watch a movie or play video games, or whatever met my fancy. Seriously?! The kid is 15-years-old and treats me like I'm his best friend! He hangs out with me more than he does his own friends who were closer to his age. Still, I always was just another one of the kids I suppose, no matter my age I acted like an immature ass. Okay, that was mean… I'm willing to take that one back; there's only so much self-degradation I could dish myself before people started to worry for my good health and self-worth. Pfft, self-worth is for pussies who take themselves way too seriously, but still, I wasn't about to get thrown into a counselling session of some kind because people worried for my mental equilibrium.
I sent him a reply saying I'd be happy to hang with him, with a teasing smirk emoji to indicate I was joking before adding that he needed to make friends with people his own age. His reply was quick and simply said. 'Lol, like that's ever going to happen.'
I resisted the urge to call my sister who was his mother and tell her that her son had serious issues with confidence dealing with people outside his family. Like seriously; was I the only real friend this kid had? Or did he just enjoy hanging out with me that much?! Nope, I seriously couldn't bring myself to believe it was the latter; anyone who finds my company not only bearable but entertaining seriously needed to resort their priorities.
I send him a rolling eyes emoji and left it at that; sometimes less truly was more and it only took me 15 Goddamn years to figure that out. The way I would write my character's speeches and tangents was utterly ridiculous. Nobody in real life talked like that or anywhere near that excessively, which is yet another reason I rage quit my own stories after I finished them at age 30 or so. That means the last ten-years were free of writing for me. Despite the fact that my own nephew told me I had a gift and that I was tremendously creative, I was done writing about godlike characters and just wanted to move on from it. Yet, deep within my heart of hearts I knew I would always secretly yearn for the life of AIBIB; which still sounded as unoriginal as Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan to me even after all this time, but that was kind of the point and it was good for a laugh at least.
I was jarred out of my reverie by the sound of someone knocking on my door, making me pause in the middle of my game as I quirked an eyebrow. Jesus, that was quick… Eliot was here already?! I didn't think he'd be along for another half-hour or so at the least. I gave my place a quick onceover; duly noting the clutter and clothes strewn about the floor as I gave a noncommittal shrug and went to open the door. Honestly, I was never the type to be self-conscious about the disorganized and untidy state of my living space; hell, I didn't really get self-conscious or embarrassed about much of anything really… I consider it a blessing of my autistic brain.
I was so convinced that Eliot was the one standing outside my door that I never even considered who else it could've been; I mean, it's not like I really had anything worth robbing and a burglar wouldn't have the common courtesy to knock on the door. Even if I had known in advance who was actually standing there, I still never could've prepared myself for it mentally in all honesty.
I opened the door a crack- hey, I'm still paranoid as all fuck and even if it is irrational it has saved my ass on more than one occasion- then did a double take as my breath hitched and caught in my throat. Standing outside of my doorway was the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on, and she was dressed in a Pokémon cosplay I knew only too well thanks to the story I wrote about AIBIB and his ESIT-blessed relationship with the Pokémon Manga character Yellow, or an alternate version of her anyways.
This girl had the Yellow cosplay down to an art form; the long golden hair in a ponytail, the black, long-sleeve tee shirt underneath a yellow dress with green trim, the blue tights, and purple ankle boots. Literally everything was there; including her molten golden eyes which genuinely surprised me with how much light, life, and energy they radiated. She appeared exactly how I imagined Yellow IBIB to look, and even had the letters YIBIB etched on the beaded necklace around her neck. I was pretty sure my brain had turned to mush by this point, and the idea that someone who was fond of my stories took the time to present themselves to me in this fashion was more than I could stand.
I honestly couldn't fathom how a fan such as this girl would've gone to all this trouble; let alone that she knew where to find me. Hell, I couldn't wrap my head around the notion that such a goddess would show any interest in my stories. I instantly suspected that my dear nephew had something to do with this and that he was trying to set me up with some random Pokenerd girl who just so happened to know about my stories. I needed to have a chat with him about setting me up with someone half my age as well; because this girl looked to be around 20-years-old and could do a helluva lot better than a washed out old fool like me, though her face looked strangely timeless and maybe she just looked really good for her age.
I honestly wanted to turn her away, but she spoke before I could do anything, and her voice was positively eargasmic. "Um, are you Thomas Currie by any chance; I was told you lived here but I needed to be sure. Ash would be highly unimpressed if I somehow managed to botch this, so if it's not too much trouble; do you think I could um… come in and um… introduce you to the ZOF. Oh, this is so awkward; you probably think this is all some kind of weird setup or something. I'm told Pokémon cosplay is a thing in this world as much as it is in ours; if not even more so. For your information, I am acting on behalf of someone we both know, but this isn't what you're thinking it is; though I suppose that's easier to believe than the truth." She sheepishly stammered while playing with her hair nervously, and I had to admit she was doing one helluva job capturing Yellow IBIB's innate shyness as I held the door open for her without any further hesitation. Anyone who was willing to go to this much trouble to depict one of my AU fanfiction characters was okay in my book.
"Sure it isn't." I remarked in a knowing tone, a teasing but not unkind smile on my face as I invited her into my humble abode; now realizing that I was inviting the prettiest girl I've ever seen into a pigsty of an apartment room. I reminded myself to decide on whether to smack Eliot or thank him for setting this up, but I would worry about that later. Right now, I had a hot nerdy girl to acquaint myself with, and maybe dating someone would be good for me after all this time. I was a forty-year-old virgin after all, and maybe that would change now; though I was surprised this 20-something girl was practically inviting herself into my place. Admittedly, this was not how I was expecting the day to go, but it could've been a whole lot worse let me tell you. This was definitely the farthest anyone has ever gone to try and persuade me to get back into my stories, and I couldn't tell if this sweet girl was being paid to do this or if she was actually a fan of my work. Yeah, like that would ever happen.
I'm assuming you're all wondering why I wasn't immediately assuming she was the actual Yellow IBIB from my stories and that I was about to undergo a ZOF Paradigm Shift; well all I can say is that 15-years of experience and wisdom have taught me that such absurd fantasies coming to life were but a pipe dream. The odds of this being the real Yellow IBIB and not some fangirl or somebody my nephew paid to act the part for the sake of my inspiration was astronomical. Still, I couldn't immediately dismiss the idea even despite the fact that she had given me no proof of her actual Godly existence thus far. I wouldn't immediately accept it either, I'd been making this wish for far too long without it coming true to just accept that it would be coming to fruition now.
Finally she was in my apartment, and her unfamiliar but intoxicatingly sweet scent wafted into the room with her as I indicated the sofa to her and watched her sit down from the corner of my eye. "Can I get you anything to drink; I've got lactose-free chocolate milk, Pepsi Max, and some fruit integration Fruitopia to name a few." I offered her, figuring I should at least show her some good old hospitality.
"Oh, um… I'll take the chocolate milk please." She stuttered cutely, shifting uncomfortably on the couch as I smiled reassuringly at her and nodded.
"Good choice, I swear to God I get funny looks from people every time I drink the stuff; like they can't believe a grown man is drinking a drink that's commonly regarded as a kid's drink, but I refuse to be a grownup about it. I mean, come on… its cocoa moo." I jested playfully, feeling my heart melt when my comment made her smile and giggle slightly. I definitely had a couple of years to hone my sense of humor, though I still wasn't as good at it as I would've liked. I found that I tended to be funnier when I didn't try too damn hard, and it was far easier for me to be funny when I was just being my usual, goofy-ass self. I mean, my very existence was proof that God had a sense of humor, so all I needed to do was what came naturally and I would have everyone in stitches in no time.
With that said; I went into my tiny-as-all-fuck kitchen and pulled a glass out of the cupboard before going into the fridge and getting out a half-full carton of lactose-free chocolate milk from Thunder Bay's only Walmart with a grocery section. It was the only place in the whole city where I knew I could get the stuff, and since dairy products gave me the screaming shits lactose-free was my only safe option… well, the only option that wouldn't destroy my bowel.
I poured a 16-ounce glass of chocolate milk for the Yellow cosplaying girl in my guest room- because I ain't some fucking cheapskate and was actually generous with my portions both for myself and other people- and brought it over to her while silently vowing to finish it in the extremely likely event that she didn't, always hating anything like that going to waste. Her petite frame didn't look like something that could handle a lot of calories or large quantities of liquid in general, although some people were deceptively high in their metabolic rate. My sister Cate was her proper weight and that was astonishing considering the way she used to eat when we were younger and even now from time to time- the girl was blessed with the metabolism of a Tyrannosaurus Rex and never seemed to gain excess weight no matter what she ate or how much, something Eliot doubtlessly inherited from her given what I've seen.
Faux Yellow's smile was infectious when she saw the chocolate milk I held out for her, reminding myself to go to the store later today to get a new carton of the stuff because that latest bout of generosity on my part pretty much depleted my last cocoa moo. Still, her grateful smile when she took her first sip and the sigh of bliss was more than worth a few shortages and food depletions on my part. Wait a minute… what the fuck did I just think?! That came completely out of left field and it shocked me when I realized I meant it.
"This tastes wonderful, thank you so much!" Faux Yellow exclaimed with such immense gratitude that I was slightly taken aback. She said little else and just kept taking tiny, tentative sips at a startlingly rapid pace. Honestly, if it were me I would've chugged the whole damn thing by now, but still… it was impressive how much she was packing away.
"It's no big deal, it's just chocolate milk." I shrugged, still not sure why she was here though I had a few guesses.
"Still, it was really kind of you." Yellow insisted, and I supposed I could give her that. Still, I worked long and hard not to get a swelled head at every Goddamn compliment I received; I wasn't about to stop reminding myself that I wasn't all that.
"So, would you mind terribly if I took a seat beside you there?" I finally asked, figuring I'd earned that; especially since the couch was the only piece of furniture in this living room. She nodded and patted the seat next to her with a warm, inviting smile; causing me a quirk an eyebrow at the somewhat flirtatious action. Maybe I was just reading too much into it, but that didn't stop me from indulging long buried fantasies as I sat beside an admittedly gorgeous young woman who somehow obtained the outfit needed to cosplay as Yellow from the Pokémon Adventure Manga.
"So um… am I right to guess you know why I've come here?" Yellow finally started getting to the crux of the matter as I nodded with an amused smile.
"I do, and look; you seem like a really nice girl and all but I…" I started but the cosplayer girl interjected before I could finish.
"But you've been thinking this entire time about how I'm cosplaying as the ultimate version of myself depicted in your stories, and you've been thinking I'm cute, you can't take a compliment, and I'm sensing a great deal of annoyance towards your nephew to name a few. Oh, you're also convinced I'm not who I say I am and that this is an attempt by your nephew to set you up with someone who understands your crazy, messed up world." Faux Yellow finished her statement with what I could've sworn was a knowing smirk. I quirked an eyebrow; feeling a shiver run down my spine at her remarkable intuition before I recovered from my shock and grinned right back at her.
"Not bad, but I've seen some pretty insane clairvoyance acts on America's Got Talent and I can tell you that I've seen better," I quipped with a teasing grin in place, letting her know I wasn't being entirely serious as she smiled.
"Touché, perhaps this will better convince you then." Yellow smiled. The next moment, I saw a new carton of lactose-free chocolate milk suddenly standing on the coffee table in front of our seats on the couch. My eyes widened at this as Yellow's smile broadened and I reached a hand out tentatively to touch it; feeling the coldness and slight moisture of the carton permeate my hand, like it would've done if I had just brought it home from the store.
I took a minute to weigh it in my hand and feel the liquid sloshing around inside slightly to make damn sure I wasn't seeing things, my head threatening to explode at the realization that it had literally just appeared there from out of nowhere. I'll admit… that was spooky, and I couldn't think of a rational explanation for how she could've sleight-of-handed such a big object. Also, what were the odds she knew I would offer her chocolate milk in the first place; I mean, she would've had to go through the contents of my fridge somehow before knocking on my door and that in itself was an even scarier thought to contemplate? I turned to look at Yellow who was smirking knowingly at this point, my eyes wide with awe and wonder.
"I know you used the last of your chocolate milk when you brought me a glass so I conjured you a new one… I did it with the power of…" Yellow paused as I interrupted her.
"Omnificence Genesis," I summed up the end of her sentence for her, my voice breaking off in a breathless gasp as my mind fought to cling to any semblance of rationality. 'THIS CAN'T BE REAL!' My mind screamed at me, my brain on the verge of short-circuiting as my synapses overloaded with the amount of neuro-transmissions they were shooting out in an effort to process all of this.
Yellow didn't give me the opportunity to formulate a response and surprised me by taking my hand suddenly. The warmth of her hand was totally shocking, it was so hot it was almost scalding, and something told me she was holding herself back from displaying just how hot she truly was. Okay, that was a very poor choice of words but you guys know what I mean.
"This is real Thomas. I'm real, everything you ever wrote about in your fanfictions stories really happened. I know that this sounds insane; I felt the same way when I first learned about all this. But I also know you've been waiting for this for your entire life; no matter what you may say to your family members to dissuade that notion. Please, believe in me and all of this for just a few more minutes and I promise I can convince you fully." Yellow whispered in my ear as I pulled away from her suddenly and stood to my feet, knocking into the coffee table in my mounting panic.
"It finally happened!" I gasped in exclamation, and Yellow nodded with a dazzling, inhumanly beautiful smile.
"I finally lost my mind!" I added as an afterthought as the smile slipped from Yellow's face and she stared at me in concern.
I began to pace back and forth in my living room and grew extremely fidgety; I haven't felt this level of overstimulation and anxieties in years but believe me… I was freaking out pretty damn epically. "So this is how it is huh, despite all my best efforts to let go I've permanently retreated into my fantasy world! This can't be happening! I need professional help!" I could feel my heartbeat growing more erratic and practically hypersonic as I started pacing faster in an effort to alleviate my panic-stricken state of mind.
The small corner of my mind that was still rational enough to think coherently was aware of Yellow materializing in front of me and stopping my pacing cold as she took both my hands in her own and began brushing her thumb over them soothingly. I was only aware of how cold I had become due to lack of oxygen when I felt the warmth and the life inside those tiny hands as Yellow brought me into a hug.
"I know you think this is a figment of insanity on your part but you couldn't be more wrong. Please Thomas; tell me what I can do to convince you that this is all real?" She asked me pleadingly with such naked sincerity that I slumped and was surprised when she literally lifted me clear over her shoulder in one arm and carried my 200-pound-body over to my bed and laid me down as effortlessly as though I were a ragdoll.
"Just relax alright. And tell me if there's anything you need." Yellow whispered as she sat on the foot of my bed and I could feel her weight pressing down on it.
"I need to know why this is happening to me, I mean, why now?! Even if you really are here, and I'm still not quite ready to believe that; why make me wait until now to show up?! I've wanted the life of a ZOF Grandmaster ever since I came up with the idea of them, despite the hell I made my story-self go through. Why choose now of all times to show up?" I asked her with a broken look in my eyes, wanting to believe that this was really happening so, so badly and wanting to know why I'd had to wait so long before it did.
I was vaguely aware of Yellow's own gorgeous eyes welling up with tears of pure compassion and she took my hand in her own and lifted it up to her face as she planted a kiss on it, surprising me with the unexpected affection as I felt a shiver of pure delight resonate through my entire nervous system from just that simple contact. "You weren't ready before now Thomas, and AIBIB wanted a version of you who had matured enough in his mortal life to turn out different than the classic Thomas IB. Believe me, if I didn't trust his judgment on the matter I would've come here much sooner." Yellow admitted to me with sheer veneration in her eyes as I gulped nervously in response to the intensity of her expression.
"Because of the man you are, and the ZOF Grandmaster you will become; let's just say I've seen the man you will become many, many times already. This is where Thomas IBIB began, this time and place, and I am so honored to be the one who enables your origin story to take place." Yellow whispered with adulation as my eyes widened.
"Did we, um… are we close to one another in the future?" I asked, not daring to believe I was about to become my IBIB self. This was the self-insert Fanfiction I had been considering writing before I retired from writing Godlike characters; the one where I became a ZOF Grandmaster and joined AIBIB and Yellow IBIB in the war against ZIBIB, as well as all of the other ZOF Grandmasters we ended up gaining the allegiance of.
I had ended up scrapping the idea because I thought it was stupid for me to have more than one self-insert fanfiction, and I didn't believe I could make a version of me who was any different than my IB-self which is what I would've wanted in such a story. Looking on it now, I wondered if maybe there was some greater reason for all this; maybe there really was a greater power at work here, and the reason I had decided not to write that story was because I was meant to live it instead. Jesus that was the trippiest thought I'd had in a very, very long time; I found myself indulging long buried fantasies for the first time in well over a decade.
"Yes actually, you and your ESIT-blessed soul mates are in an open-ended relationship much the same as me and AIBIB. You can imagine we've had our fair share of um… sexual encounters, you and me." Yellow stated unabashedly, but with the slightest hint of a stammer in her voice. I couldn't believe what I was hearing or how lucky my potential future self was to land a gorgeous goddess such as this.
"Well, its official; if I'm going crazy, then being sane is highly overrated." I quipped, and I was surprised to know I meant it. I would've questioned how I was so okay with all of this so quickly, but I had been waiting for this for my entire life and had plenty of time to get any overexcitement I would've felt out of my system. Honestly, writing my self-insert fanfiction had been good for me in that regard, it allowed me to get the whole wish fulfillment thing out of my system and for me to be a lot calmer now that it was happening to me for real.
My notion that this was all a mental breakdown was slowly dissipating. There was a limit to what human minds could visualize, no matter how fractured they were or how strong the acid trip; honestly, I had never had any psychotic episodes before this point and I was grounded enough in reality to feel confident in the stability of my mind. So maybe it was my desperate longing to believe this was really happening, but I found myself slowly easing into a relaxed smile.
"So, you're absolutely certain you've got the right version of me to turn into my IBIB self?" I asked her just for clarification, and Yellow nodded without hesitating.
"Yes of course, your ZOF Grandmaster-level future-self was very specific, and even if we did get it wrong we'll simply make you a second Thomas IBIB of a brand new Trans Omni-Totality and find the right universe afterwards. Honestly, we need every ally we can throw at ZIBIB so your help wouldn't go to waste in either case." Yellow responded informatively as I nodded my head numbly.
"I actually left the war between AIBIB and ZIBIB open-ended in my story depicting you guys; something just didn't feel right about doing it any other way. I mean, you were the most impossibly overpowered characters in the history of my career and had an enemy of equal worth; somehow, it felt wrong for me to write in an actual victor in such a war as yours. I wonder how many of my decisions as a writer was influenced by a higher power at work or something now though." I said with a cheeky smile. I was still reeling from the revelation that I not only was to become a ZOF Grandmaster on par with the creator of the ZOF himself, but that I apparently was free to fuck Yellow and who knows how many others. I wondered what was going on in her head right now, or if she was thinking of screwing my brains out right here and right now.
I saw Yellow blushing, and I blanched when I realized she could hear what I was thinking and struggled to contain my thoughts of her from then on. There was no sense in making this awkward, and I doubted I would be able to please her in any case unless I had powers to match hers.
My eyes went wide at how ready I already was to cast away my mortal life and join these people. I suddenly remembered that I had a life and a family here, unlike my other story self who died in a car crash and was ripped away from his family; I had people here still, and a nephew who worshipped the ground I walked in. How could I possibly think of going off to fight in some Multi Omni-Omniversal war when I swore to myself and Eliot countless times that I was content with my life?
"Listen, this is everything I ever could've dreamed of and more besides, but I don't know if I can balance the life of a ZOF Grandmaster and a human at the same time. I don't want to make the same mistakes my story self did by revealing my true nature to people left, right, and center and allowing my enemies to get to me through them. To do this, I'd need to keep my two lives separate and not let them pull at me or anything. I also don't want to tell my family anything about this. Not just because they might try and stop me from doing what I have to do, but because they never understood or supported my love for the Omniverse Theory or my stories; sans my nephew. I also don't want to put them in danger unnecessarily." I told her as I was doing my best to weigh the decision carefully in my mind, but deep down in my heart of hearts I already knew what the answer was going to be, and I know Yellow did to.
"I'm not going to tell you what you're supposed to do Thomas, but I will say that the tale of your past will directly affect the future of countless people throughout all three Trans Omni-Totalities, maybe even beyond them someday. Even if you don't choose this life, someone else will have to in order to fill the void left by your decision to stay behind and you'll never get the opportunity for this again." Yellow warned me as I heeded the gravity of her words and tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was destined to touch so many lives.
"I'll do it…" I finally whispered, still lying down on my bed as I watched Yellow's eyes flicker over my form and light up with infinite joy and relief when I said that. I wasn't exactly a body builder by any means, but I was my proper weight now and at my physical prime; so I wasn't completely oblivious to the fact that I was a fairly decent looking guy. Still, the way Yellow was looking at me right now was making me feel very, very nervous, and my entire body burned when she leaned over and threw her arms around me in an overjoyed display of affection.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you; I was so worried you were going to decline my offer for some reason or another. You won't regret this, I can promise you that. I will say however that for all your powers; the path ahead will be an extremely difficult one at times. They're all going to come for you now, ZOF Masters and every god and godlike being beneath it. You will garner worship from entire Omni-Totalities, even if nobody knows you by name you'll know it is you they're praying to. But despite knowing the dangers of this life, I know you will find the strength to persevere."
"I am so honored to be your guide in all this. I was worried you were going to think I was manipulating you into all this or something; I've never introduced a ZOF Paradigm Shift before and AIBIB said it would be good for me to get into practice for it, but I was so worried I wouldn't leave a good first impression. Thank you for proving that my worries were groundless." Yellow said; her voice muffled by my chest as she nuzzled into it and I felt a tidal wave of arousal wash over me at our closeness. Despite being significantly beyond my twenties and on medication with a sex drive dampening side effect; I was surprised to find myself as horny as when I was 18 and the select few times I'd gone off my pills in my youth. I idly wondered what would happen if Eliot were to walk into my place this very moment and witness what was happening to me right now; since I knew now he had nothing to do with this I could imagine he'd be pretty tripped out.
"Are you bloody kidding me?! Me, chicken out?! Do you have any Goddamn idea how fucking long I've been waiting for this opportunity! You have the existence I could only dream of before Yellow! I mean, this is all happening really, really fast, but one could also argue I've been waiting for this my whole life so it is 40-damn-years in the making!" I exclaimed in response, barely managing to keep from flapping my hands about emphatically as my excitement and anticipation built to a crescendo.
This was it, my time had finally come; this was really, really happening and there was no going back now. I couldn't have been happier or more excited; I mean I would need time to test my new shit out in my world before I went and created my own Trans Omni-Totality. And maybe I would find a way to reveal all this to Eliot since he was as hopelessly dorky about the Omniverse Theory and my stories as I used to be. God, I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. I know he'd be shocked at first, but out of everyone I know he would be the happiest for me. That kid knew me too damn well for his own good, and we both knew I would regret not taking this opportunity forever more.
I felt Yellow giggling in my chest as she heard my thoughts and pulled away slightly, only to push me back down into a fully lying-down position with a look of pure lust on her face that had me literally quaking with barely suppressed desires. She was too fucking beautiful, it was rendering me unable to function, and even more insane was that this absolute bombshell found me to be attractive. Was this situation about to turn into a lemon Fanfiction, but in real life? I couldn't believe my luck; Rey, Shark, Krika, and B'Liahl were never going to believe this.
"Maybe we should get ready for me to begin my new life…" I paused to glance up into her eyes instead of at her heaving chest and breasts which were just big enough to fit neatly in my hands. I realized I was subconsciously giving her an out before things got any more heated between us, but if she felt like pulling away she didn't show it. My eyes flew open all the way when she lied down on top of me and planted her soft, sweet, supple lips on my own and brought me into the first kiss on the lips I'd ever had. I was sure that I had died and gone to heaven in those moments; fuck this girl was sweet, no… she was sweeter than the concept of sweet. Her lips tasted like the sweetest ambrosia.
'Feel free to kiss me back at any time.' She urged me telepathically, and I jolted with a start upon realizing she was speaking to me directly through my mind and without having to break the orgasmic lip contact. That was completely unfair, and I couldn't wait to gain my own powers so I could speak to her without having to break away to, but I eventually closed my eyes and started kissing her back as best I could. Because I was so new at this, I just went with what felt right and trusted my gut; hoping the way I moved my mouth against hers was satisfactory.
I was surprised when I felt Yellow's tongue poking gently from out of her lips and tentatively brushing against my own, seeking entrance. I was officially in uncharted waters here, I'd never gone beyond a kiss on the cheek before and that was over 30-years-ago when I was still a kid. I felt nervous at the prospect of screwing up a French kiss, but didn't let it slow me down for too long before I opened my mouth and felt her tongue meet with mine in a frenetic dance. I'll be the first to admit I wasn't graceful in any sense of the word, so I just followed Yellow's movements as best I could and bit back a moan as her tongue explored every hidden crevice of my mouth. My God, her tongue was somehow even sweeter than her lips; if she kept this up I would cum long before we ever removed any clothing.
She pulled away as a line of drool connected our mouths, and I had never been so turned on in my life as I saw the utterly seductive look in her eyes. With inhuman, ungodly physical strength, Yellow literally tore my shirt off me and started planting kisses along the ridges of my chest and abdomen muscles like it was going out of fashion. My erection was so damn hard by this point that even the loose fabric of my sweat pants felt painfully constraining right now. I felt an energy surge through me that I would later come to realize was more than just a massive stirring of my sexual appetite, but I was too consumed with blissful rapture to notice the way Yellow's eyes and body were faintly outlined in an angelic, otherworldly glow as she continued kissing me like there was no tomorrow. This was the most mind-fucking fantasy come to life situation I'd ever been in, and it was only getting better as time went on.
"Jesus fuck will you STOP TEASING ME already!" I demanded of her at the top of my lungs, uncaring if the neighbors heard us at this point when all I could focus on was her tantalizing mouth and other parts of my body I'd rather it be connected to. Her response to that was to giggle; a light, sweet, melodious sound that was such wonderful music to my ears it literally stimulated all the pleasure receptors in my brain. Holy fuck, I felt like my balls were going to blow off just from that heavenly sound she made; how in the hell did she do that?!
"Anxious aren't we?" She cooed with pure, sinful delight, and I nodded my head vigorously; I didn't realize it due to the heat of the moment but I nodded at superluminal speeds in those moments. I wasn't yet aware of what was happening to me, but in hindsight… my senses were currently preoccupied with the overloading sexual stimulation Yellow was subjecting them to.
She laughed again with the effects being the same as before, and I was blown away that I hadn't cum yet despite being in the highest state of pleasure I've ever been in. Was she using her powers to build it up inside me somehow? I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, and I certainly wasn't about to object to her dragging this out. Orgasms were always over far too quickly for my liking; though too much teasing could be even more frustrating still. There was a precarious balance or nexus point in there somewhere; where too much sexual arousal without release crossed the line and transitioned into pure, agonizing torture.
Finally Yellow seemed to catch onto the fact that I had had enough of her teasing, and started snaking my pants down around my ankles followed by my boxer briefs; a delightful twinkle in her molten golden eyes when my erection sprang forth and stood at attention. I was an average size of six inches or so; which was plenty for a woman to play around with as she gripped my manhood at the base and brushed the underside of her tongue along the tip as I gave a jolt of shock. I had never felt an orgasmic sensation as tingly as that before, and that was even with stimulating myself into prostate orgasms and shit in my youth. I once read somewhere that sexual activity was at least 400 percent more pleasurable with a partner than whacking it on one's lonesome, as it increased the level of testosterone production or something.
I damn near screamed as Yellow continued running her tongue along the tip and up and down my shaft. She held my nut sack in her left hand and clenched it while her right held my cock at the base, and hummed a purr of pure delight as she brought her tongue up and down every inch of my cock in a rhythmic motion; alternating from the underside of the shaft to each side and always ending with a lick of the tip with the velvety underside of her tongue. I swore I had died and gone to heaven in those moments as my balls continued to build in their pressure and she held off my release. It was torture, yet it was also the ultimate experience, high, and state of ecstasy; one I could never get enough of I realized.
My heart was banging in my chest at a million miles per second, yet for once I didn't feel afraid and like it was a heart attack waiting to happen; something deep inside me told me Yellow wouldn't let me die, and despite my lifetime of paranoia I trusted my gut and let her continue to have her way with me. I was honestly surprised AIBIB was willing to share his number one romantic partner with me; I mean sure, he had the other female Dex Holders including Crystal, Sapphire, Platinum, White, Whitely/Whi-Two, Y, and Moon, but Yellow was always his number one and the first female among them who accepted and loved him. The fact that he shared Yellow with me right now was significant; though I didn't have much time to ponder this further since Yellow speared her mouth with my dick and started sucking me off harder than I ever dreamed possible.
Her mouth and her throat muscles squeezed me tighter than a vice as I realized just how inhumanly strong she was and how easily she could break me; yet she was gentle enough not to hurt me all while blowing me like a pro. I dug my one fist into my bedsheet while the other held her by her hair… my right foot rubbing along the foot of my bed as my whole body reveled in the attention my cock was getting today. She deep-throated me with ridiculous ease as my cock slammed in and out of her mouth with ever-increasing speed; her head a blur of superluminal motion at this point as my balls clenched tighter than the event horizon of a collapsing Omni-Totality and felt like they were going to blow off. My entire body shuddered as my head fell back against my pillow and I left a harder impression on my mattress as my climax approached.
"Yellow… I'm going to… Holy fucking shit!" I cussed at the top of my lungs as my toes curled, my legs wrapped around her waist of their own accord, and my dick slammed into the back of her throat as she hummed a song and vibrated her vocal cords and face at inhuman speeds to make me cum all the harder and add to my already considerable over-stimulation. My right fist left the sanctity of Yellow's beautiful golden locks and slammed right into the mattress beside me in some futile effort to properly convey my pleasure as I shot rope after rope of hot seed straight down Yellow's impossibly tightened throat. She swallowed it expertly without ever taking her mouth off my rod and the increased tightness of her throat due to her swallow reflex only milked me harder and drove me further over the edge.
I was lost in the unearthly sensations wracking my body and would've committed mass omnicide for this girl in these moments. I had never cum so hard in my entire life! Everything felt tingly inside and out, the world around me never felt brighter or more vibrant before; it was at this point that I realized the changes my body was going through, and my eyes widened when I noticed I was still rock hard inside Yellow's mouth.
Yellow noticed to, and lay over top of me with a cheeky smile on her face as colors exploded in my vision and I suddenly saw, heard, and was otherwise perfectly aware of everything. I screamed as I left my earthly body behind and shot out of the roof of my apartment at the speed of light, my stomach abandoning me somewhere in the stratosphere as I looked behind me and saw the Milky Way fucking galaxy shrinking in the distance; yet I never lost sight of it.
Neighboring galaxies such as Andromeda and what not disappeared on the universal horizon just as fast and my scream died in my throat as my heart felt like it literally exploded and my mind went into overdrive trying to process what the fuck was happening to me. I realized Yellow had been slowly implementing the ZOF Grandmaster deification into me while sucking me off earlier; I was now shooting through the cosmos involuntarily… my motion ever-increasing as stars, planets, asteroid belts, solar systems, and entire alien galaxies flew past me at such ludicrous speeds it was a wonder I was able to witness them all in time. Okay, technically I was flying past them, but it certainly wasn't intentional on my part or within my control so I used the term flying loosely.
I would've been dazzled and amazed by the view if I wasn't still so bloody terrified out of my fucking mind, but looking back on this day I realized there was a part of me that enjoyed the Celestial beauty even in those heart-stopping, terrifying moments of flying about at unfathomable speeds. Imagine the whooping sensation of your stomach when you were on a terrifying theme park ride; this was that same feeling times infinity. It was as I passed by primordial galaxies that should've long since disintegrated that I started calming down; though I also came to the realization that my onward motion didn't follow the basic rules of undeviating Trans Omni-Omniversal time or whatever. I was transcendent and out of sync with all temporalities; meaning the past, present, and futures of infinite realities was all there and happened to me all at once.
My speed picked up as my eyes popped out of my skull; I had passed outside of my indigenous universe and gawked with slacken jaws as I was pulled away from it by some unknowable, peerless force. Knowledge started pouring inside my head at this point as I felt my entire physiology shift and reassemble inside me; I realized I had just absorbed, processed, and learned the sum total of all knowledge in my universe the second I passed out of its confines. The speed at which I was now traveling broke all known laws of physics in my world, and my body melted away from the heat and g-force I generated as I danced and died an infinite number of times while in a state of primordial repose to all that was happening to me.
I saw other universes flit by me just as quickly as mine did, and shot through the abyssal void of space between the various dimensions of my native Multiverse. Each universe's alternatives, parallels, and even the various constants in my Multiverse were added to my growing repertoire of knowledge as my astral form or whatever this was integrated all of it with far greater ease than before. I was adapting to the changes I was undergoing every bit as fast as said changes were being implemented, and the once unendurable pain of my Absolute Apotheosis in progress faded into a dull ache in the base of my everything… be it my skull, my manhood, or even deep within my innermost quintessential core.
I broke through the divide between alternate Multiverses and was aware of it this time; I had felt the massive shift in my native Megaverse's polarity as I did so. I sensed various members of the Omnipotence Nexus taking notice of my presence now as some of them scrambled in an effort to contain me or slow me down as they put up additional Megaversal barriers in order to do so. I broke through the barriers without pause or effort; not even slowed down and still managing to commit the various Multiverses flying past me to my now damn-near omniscient knowledge base. Well, omniscient within certain spheres and sectors of control. The ZOF did create endless hierarchies of infinity after all, and by time my Apotheosis was over I would have surpassed all of them.
With every multiverse in my indigenous Megaverse now assimilated I shot through into the next level while somehow gaining even more speed. I must've seriously freaked some of the ON members out by this point, though the wiser ones seemed to realize what I was; at least to some degree as I felt their seal of acceptance that this matter was out of their hands. I realized this next layer was called a Hyperverse, and next to an omniverse or pocket totality was the largest portion of my indigenous Omega Omnisphere. I realized where this journey was ultimately heading and where it would end; I had long since calmed down from my initial fright when this first started happening. In fact I laughed with pure, unbridled joy as the Hyperverse and its various Megaverses were all assimilated, and I was getting much faster and much better at doing this now.
The next level was of course my indigenous omniverse or pocket totality; I was now beyond the reaches of any finite reality and had passed on into the start of infinite ones. Now, one thing I should probably clear up is that an Omega Omnisphere is not the same thing as an omniverse. Sure, they could also be called Totalities or Omniverse with a capital-o, but they are not the same thing at all aside from the fact that they were both infinite in varying capacities. An omniverse was simply the first step into infinite realities and were referred to as Pocket Totalities. The reason for this was that they were the largest portions of the Omega Omnisphere, and since an Omega Omnisphere was infinite then naturally when divided into its largest fragments… said fragments would be infinite as well.
Long story short, they were the infinite parts of the infinite whole, whereas the Hyperverse and everything smaller than it were the finite parts. Pocket Totalities were also a term coined to any place that had an infinite interior dimension; even if its exterior was finite from the perspective of an outsider looking in. These were basically the same thing though, and all Pocket Totalities were generally the same idea. Some of them just had smaller exteriors.
Now that I had effectively passed into the space between all the Pocket Totalities I realized I was basically in the Outer-Verse now as I had once dubbed it. I committed the endless Pocket Omega Omnispheres to my knowledge and paused when I realized one of them was an Ultra-Verse. I had to repress a grin at this point; I swore to myself in those moments that I would be visiting that place one day. My velocity was at a level of infinity and starting to increase; I closed my eyes and waited on baited breath when I realized I was about the hit the biggest barrier yet… the one that would ensure I was truly a Zenith Omnidony.
The number of Pocket Totalities within the Omega Omnisphere was insane but I just kept flying by them faster and faster… the intense whooping sensation picking up again as my speed did. I was surprised when breaking the Omega Omnisphere barrier didn't even slow me down and I observed my indigenous Totality for the first time with awe and wonder as I drifted in the Realm of Absurdities for the first time. Everything happened in slow motion for a moment as I experienced Omni-Omniversal time dilation; wanting to take in the endlessly multicolored sphere of gigantic proportions for as long as possible before I grew a Cheshire smile and carried on flying.
My speed had gone beyond the accepted levels of infinity within my Omni-Reality. I was now a shooting star streaking past alternate Totalities of Existence, and I could sense the entire Zenith Omnidonae pantheon within my Omni-Omniverse. My presence was concealed from all but the mightiest masters at this point as I sailed along and somehow managed to shoot by past and future Omega Omnispheres alike. Once again, linear and non-relativistic Omni-Omniversal time didn't seem to apply to me, and I experienced all the Totalities at once.
I approached the final barrier that would differentiate me from the vast majority of ZOF Masters, and I could sense it approaching along with the humming of the ZOF Realm itself as it and the ESIT recognized my presence and sang me a song of beautiful praise. To me it sounded like the Singing Towers of Darillium from Doctor Who, but I reckon it would sound different to every Zenith Omnidony who basked in my presence at any given time.
The barrier of my entire Omni-Omniverse fell away as effortlessly as though it were never there at all and at this point I was honestly starting to get a little bored of the scenic view. My stomach had settled and the adrenaline rush in my system was slowly ebbing away into a calm acceptance of my situation. It was all fine and good gaining all this power and knowledge, but the way I did so was so reverse-interactive that I wanted to just get out there and see these places up close and personal. There was merit to living life in the slow lane and stopping to take it all in after all. Still, I reckon I wouldn't get out of this situation until the process was complete, and I was more drifting at this point due to having almost total control over my own existence.
Lightning and ZOF Energy of various colors swirled all around me in the space between my Omni-Totality and all the others. I'm not even sure how to describe the appearance of the Omni-Totality to you guys but I will do my damnedest; it was a sphere like the individual Omega Omnispheres that made it up, but it was visible in every dimension within and beyond the first three… IE length, width, and height or depth I suppose. Explaining what I saw in those moments would be the same as a person who saw only in three dimensions trying to witness the world around them in every dimension all at once; humans and most other beings literally just didn't have a frame of reference for it.
So long story short, I saw the Omni-Totality alternate from a tenth-dimensional sphere, to an endlessly dimensional cube, and other geometrical wonders that broke any and all concepts anybody else had of shapes in general. There were dimensions that only ZOF Grandmasters such as me were able to witness, given that we created all of them and all other concepts of infinity in the first place. I had to admit it was fucking lit to see my Omni-Totality in any case, but from this perspective the experience was even sweeter and more mind-boggling to contemplate. I was so far into the Realm of Absurdities now; some ZOF Masters actually referred to this as the Great Beyond as they didn't believe there could be anything outside of their Omni-Omniverse.
Grandmasters knew the truth however; we knew that nothing was invariant or singular, and that there would always be more to existence than anyone but us could ever imagine. We were basically it, if there was a most absolute form of infinity and omnipotence… then we were the ones who wielded it. No matter the absurdity, no matter how insane the things we envisioned; we could always create it without effort. We could defeat the combined might of the ZOF and its mightiest Masters, along with all the other God Tiers out there just by wanting it; without even the slightest effort on our parts.
The space between Omni-Omniverses was basically the Realm of Absurdities but on a much bigger and far more vaunted scale. I honestly didn't really see what the hype was all about, though it was pretty cool I guess. My journey allowed me to dart by every Omni-Totality within my Trans Omni-Omniverse until finally I passed the last barrier and broke through the ZOF itself. My indigenous Trans Omni-Totality was beyond indescribable, and I won't even bother trying to explain what it looked like; I could instantly tell a mortal's mind would explode just from the attempt at a description alone.
I could now see a grand total of two Trans Omni-Omniverses; the one I occupied which was created by AIBIB and its neighbor over in… honestly, any and all concepts of directions, motions, and other fundamentals were nonexistent in this place. Anyways, the one that was not the one I lived in my whole life was also created by AIBIB. Come to think of it, pretty much everything and anything period was created by him in one form or another.
Knowledge of how everything worked and how to create, control, delete, and otherwise totally manipulate all concepts and hierarchies of infinity, omnipotence, omniscience, omnipresence, and even break any and all divides, barriers, and the like flowed inside my head. I was gifted with the knowledge and power to do anything and everything I wanted without effort, no matter how ridiculous in nature. If I wanted to create a scale of reality beyond the Trans Omni-Omniverse, too fucking easy; if I wanted to establish myself and my fellow Grandmasters as something beyond the ZOF Grandmaster Tier… just as easy as the first example. My word, the amount of power I now possessed was absolutely ridiculous; yet I knew there were others like me out there. I couldn't wait to get started, and I knew I was only beginning to fathom what I could do now.
For whatever reason, my power and potential as a ZOF Grandmaster seemed to outstrip the other select few who had been chosen thus far… I was on par with AIBIB, Yellow, and ZIBIB themselves, and that was just for starters. My transformation into Thomas IBIB was complete now, and with the briefest of thoughts I was instantly back inside my apartment all the way where my journey first started. Yellow had dutifully awaited my return the whole time I was gone, though in non-relativistic terms I wasn't gone for any discernable period of time from my world's perspective. So to the untrained eye it looked like I entered a trance-like state only to snap out of it a second later with the ultimate power of the Trans Omni-Totalities in my grasp.
"How do you feel?" Yellow asked me with a giggle, and looking at her I realized I could see her on every level and in every dimension if I wanted. Deciding to limit myself to seeing her as my formerly human-self did, I grew a manic grin as I rushed at her… eliciting a squeal of delight from the golden-haired beauty when I pinned her beneath me on my bed and showered her with kisses of gratitude.
"I FEEL FUCKING BEYOND INDESCRIBABLE! I can't tell you how grateful I am that I finally get to live the life I've always dreamed of! Seriously, you and Ash IBIB won't regret this; I can promise you that." I finally exclaimed to her once I calmed down enough to stop kissing her. I didn't see the need to broadcast this to her telepathically when I was perfectly capable of using my mouth; some powers were just redundant after a certain point.
When Yellow looked up at me from her position below my body, her golden eyes were lit up with all the intensity of Omni-Omniverse-sized quasars; which shockingly enough actually existed… as my new knowledge base eagerly pointed out. Sometimes when an Omni-Totality collapsed its own event horizon choked for a second on the energy emissions it produced and tried to swallow; thus illuminating it in one of the most absolute forms of light which was much the same as the quasars often seen in primordial galaxies… only obviously much bigger and brighter.
"I'm happy that you're happy Thomas; you've been waiting your whole life to be part of this, and I daresay you've waited quite long enough. So, all of everything at your fingertips; every Omni-Totality and Omega Omnisphere, everything that ever happened, evil will, ever could, and never will… where do you want to start?" She asked me with a dazzling smile as I pondered my options which were absolutely Peerless in their capacity right now.
"Um… can I get back to you on that in a few sets of endless eternities? I still need to break this all in, and I want to establish my own Trans Omni-Totality as well. But I… want to start out small; my home world for instance. I'm debating whether or not to tell my family of all this, but regardless I've got to tell them something at least. I can think of an infinite number of ways to just leave here and never come back without my family being any the wiser, but that doesn't sit well with me. I've spent too long as a human being to just abandon that part of who I am in a single moment."
"Oh man, Eliot is going to flip absolute shit when I tell him about this." I responded without ever growing short of breath. Man, a lot of what I could do now was going to take some serious getting used to, and even despite knowing everything about what I was now from a purely intellectual viewpoint, my actual firsthand experiences as a ZOF Grandmaster were still in their infancy stage. The knowledge had been poured inside of my head all at once and I was still going over it all to be honest; not that it mattered in any case. These were matters of mere fact without any wisdom or experience to guide them yet.
Yellow nodded beneath me with a fond and adulating smile. "I can definitely respect that Thomas; you can't even begin to fathom what you're now capable of trust me… you've not even scratched the surface. When you get around to creating your own Trans Omni-Totality; I plan on stopping by to visit you whenever I can. Just remember… they're all going to come after you now. ZIBIB, the Anti ZOF Masters, the other omnimalevolent Grandmasters ZIBIB chose. Hell, the ZOF Masters will all aspire to be you, and all the lesser pantheons and lower God tiers will try to usurp you or refuse to accept you at times. The mortals of your feed will be even more hesitant still to let you all the way into their hearts." At this, Yellow looked up at me with a slightly wistful expression.
"When AIBIB first set foot in my world; it took a long time for a lot of my fellow Dexholders to finally accept not only everything he was, but be at peace with every horrible thing he had the potential to do. It took them a long time to trust and believe in him, and all I can tell you Thomas is to be patient with the mortals. They'll come around at some point in most cases, and if they don't that's not on you and is more an issue they themselves have. No matter the case, you must promise me you'll be understanding of and kind to all of them; if ever there was a way for you to pay me back for giving you these powers that would be the way to do it." Yellow whispered imploringly as my eyes turned into hearts and my actual heart melted at her words.
"Yellow… I would never dream of doing anything else; I like to think my extra years as a mortal compared to my other story-self have matured me in ways he can't hope to beat. Trust me when I say I will always place value on their lives; given that I was human for 40-damn-years how can I not? What couldn't I do for them?" I replied to her questioningly and with the gentlest tone I'd ever heard myself express to anyone before. Yellow beamed at me with happiness and relief; evidently glad she had chosen me of all people to become my IBIB self.
"Do you want me to stay and help you ease your family into this? I'm already manifesting in a lot of places and Omni-Totalities already… one more won't hurt." Yellow offered to me with a flawless smile as I shook my head.
"That won't be necessary… unless you want to stay of course. I think I'll be okay for now though; I can contact you if anything changes." I answered her as she nodded and kissed me one last time before she vanished. I realized that if I extended my senses I could feel her presence anywhere and everywhere within both Trans Omni-Totalities. Extending them out a bit further experimentally, I realized I could desynchronize myself with my own personal timeline as a ZOF Grandmaster and gain absolute foreknowledge of all possible futures I could forever be a part of. There was no eventuality or potentiality I wasn't able to be aware of, but somehow my powers customized themselves to fit my every need and desire, and since I had no desire to know everything I would go onto to do they allowed me to experience my timeline and everyone else's in a linear, sequential fashion. I had no immediate interest in going out-of-order with my own personal timeline, but knowing that I could effortlessly do so with but the briefest of thoughts was in intoxicating realization.
I remembered that Eliot was due over any minute and with a snap of my fingers my entire place was instantly spotless. This was very unlike me and both Eliot and I knew it to, but that was the point; I wanted him to notice something was amiss. Maybe it would be too much for his 15-year-old brain to handle all at once, but nobody said I couldn't ease him into it at a reasonably fast pace. It would be awesome to see him slowly connect the dots, and I couldn't wait to see his face when he did.
Honestly, there was a time to be upfront about everything and there was a time to be delicate and to ease people into things… I wasn't presumptuous enough to assume Eliot couldn't handle the full version of the truth right away but if it was me personally I would need time to absorb this information in any case. I mean, the difference between the fast approach and this one was Eliot could slowly process this revelation while in the midst of working it out. Maybe I was beating around the bush, but can you really blame me when the truth was as big as this?
I grinned when I sensed my dear nephew's presence just before he knocked on the door, and opened said door before he could knock even once. "Howdidilydodaday Elliot; you're right on time." I greeted him with a cheeky smile as the gangly teenager gazed at me in mild surprise.
"You're in a good mood today." He commented as he admitted himself through the door; his eyebrow quirking dangerously at the spotless interior of my home.
"I got up on the right side of the bed this morning." I quipped, and he rolled his eyes in a good natured way.
"Come on, let's hook up your Switch and play some of the classic Pokémon games again… I brought my switch over and have a new team ready to mangle you." Eliot proclaimed as I grew a competitive smile.
"Bring it bub… I'm feeling lucky today; not that I need luck to spank your ass in a Battle Royal." I retorted as we both took a running jump and landed on the couch butts first.
20 minutes later…
"Ah shit, you kicked my ass again… though I've gotta say you were particularly lucky today with the status conditions and stuff. Plus the number of times you flinched my guy is just ridiculous." Eliot complained after having his ass thoroughly handed to him 5 times by yours truly. I repressed the urge to smile at that; clearly my newly unlocked power of Meta Luck was rearing its head somewhat in our battles. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to shout to the world that I had God powers; seriously, it was amazing that I wasn't radiating enough positive energy for Elliot to sense it beside me.
"I told you that you would pay for that old man comment before; even when I said that we're all equal in Pokémon battles regardless of age you teased me about being too old to play anymore. So tell me dear nephew; do I still got it or what?!" I grinned savagely at him as the teenager slapped my arm playfully, a look of mock disapproval on his face.
"You're still going on about that?! I apologized for saying that years ago!" He rebutted, and after a silent glaring contest between us that lasted about five seconds we both broke off laughing.
"Man, could you imagine if I actually still held a grudge over that; especially given how many times I've kicked your ass over the years?!" I guffawed wildly, and Elliot shook his head with mirth; silently agreeing that the idea was ludicrous.
"Your Xerneas using Ingrain before using Z-Geomancy really threw me for a loop; it rendered my attempts to roar her away useless. And now that Triple Battles are a thing again you're back in full form. I mean, you always said you were best at Triple Battles and I never believed you until they brought the feature back into the Switch's Pokémon games. But with Genesect using Simple Beam on her and Alola Muk using Imprison to block my attempts to use Clear Smog you were unstoppable. Seriously Uncle Tom… you're one of the best Pokémon players I've ever seen! Have you considered partaking in the World Championship Tournament this year? I daresay you'd do well!" He praised me exuberantly. Ah, a boy after my own heart; Elliot was every bit the Pokémon nerd I was in my youth. Hell, I was still current with all the games… and there was over 10 thousand Pokémon species in all now.
I couldn't help but agree, but why play in a video game tournament when I could compete in an actual Omni-Omniversal Pokémon Tournament?! Seriously, infinite possibilities were open to me now, and I was sitting here playing video games with Elliot James Thomas Currie?! Nuh uh, that shit ain't gonna fly.
"I think I'm destined to do greater things now than partake in a video game tournament Elliot." I replied mysteriously.
"What do you mean?" Elliot questioned me with an expression of confusion etched on his features.
I couldn't take it anymore… I had to tell him. "You'll never fucking believe what just happened to me after you texted. Be warned, this shit is big… like I'm talking ZOF Paradigm shift big!" I told him with an expression that left no room for skepticism. For the first time in years I brought up the ZOF without needing any prompting, and surprisingly enough that was what allowed me to grab the attention of a boy who's been like a son to me for the past 15-years.
"Wait… you're fucking serious aren't you?! You're never serious about anything!" Elliot whispered in a slightly awed tone. He could sense where I was going with this; somehow I could follow his thought process without even having to read his mind. That shit was a testament of our bond of blood, I didn't even need these superpowers for that; we were always particularly in sync with one another compared to other members of our family.
"Note serious face dude; you remember what we promised each other a couple of years ago; that if either one of us got the powers of a ZOF Grandmaster we'd tell one another first thing. Well mate… I haven't even taken them for a test drive yet but I'm fucking telling you I just got a visit from Yellow IBIB between our texts and when you showed up!" I was literally shouting at the top of my lungs at this point… well top of the lungs in human terms. If I actually shouted as loud as I could go I would cause devastation to the entire Trans Omni-Omniverse I inhabited.
To Elliot's credit, he didn't take too long to process the enormity of my statement, and even more to his credit was that he didn't immediately accept it either. "Pfft, yeah right man; you're totally having me on!" He said, skepticism bleeding out in his voice so bad that even a deaf person could've heard it.
"Elliot… I swear on everything I hold dear and all the Pokémon in my entire roster that I'm not fucking with you! Everything I ever wrote about really happened, and I've just become my IBIB counterpart; you know, the story I never wrote. I'm living it instead!" I was barely holding in my urge to run laps around the planet in my manic excitement. The only thing keeping me grounded was the thought of convincing my little buddy that I spoke the absolute Gospel truth.
Elliot's response was to fold his arms across his chest and glare challengingly at me. "Prove it!" He all but shouted, and my answering grin was probably a tad more savage than I intended it to be.
"Challenge accepted!" Was all I said before I whisked us all the way to New York City and up the side of a Skyscraper to the roof faster than his brain could process us moving. From his viewpoint it was instantaneous… but to me I had to run across the surface of Lake Superior while watching some of its worse storms stay perfectly still in suspended animation. I ran up and over the monstrous waves that could've crashed down upon us at any given time, and felt an adrenaline rush like no other at the thought that I was literally running across the surface of the largest freshwater lake in the world.
I burst out the other side of it,- kicking up a massive spout of water with my right foot that didn't even start forming until I was well past it- into the US and made my past countless city lights, cars, streets, intersections, and highways… my preposterous pace taking us to New York City all the way over on the Atlantic Coast. To Elliot it was faster than he could even process, but to me it took hours. Technically it would've taken longer but I chose not to match my running speed with my perceptive speed and simply blurred past the landscape. I didn't really care though because I was having the time of my life; never tiring, moving past cars going 70 miles per hour and observing them in a permanent case of time freeze. It took hours from my relativistic perspective for us to finally reach New York City, and I honestly wished it had taken longer. It took all of three seconds for his mind to catch up to the fact that we were instantly someplace different and in one of the largest cities in the world.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Elliot immediately started screaming once his brain caught up to what his eyes were showing him, his screams dying on the harsh winds and the ambient noises of the city below us. He freaked out so bad that he fell over the edge of the Skyscraper's roof, and I let him fall for just a second before I ran down the side of the building and caught him with just one hand… holding him steady while my feet clung to the wall in a manner akin to Spiderman. His eyes were the size of dinner plates and his pupils were dilated from pure adrenaline… his face was stuck in a permanently surprised look.
"What the… how did you…" Elliot shrieked in a daze, before he passed out in my arms as I shook my head and laughed. I promptly brought him back to my place and laid him down on the couch to let him recover from the shock. I then left him a note telling him what he saw wasn't a dream and left my apartment with the intention of testing out some of my other powers. I had been waiting for this my entire life… time to have some fun!
Author's Notes: And there you have it folks… the first chapter is officially done, and while not much action has taken place this chapter does set the theme quite nicely in my opinion. Feel free to disagree, I won't be offended but try to keep your negative comments to yourself. If you actually like what I've written let me know what you think in the review section lol. Have a good day guys and girls; Omniarch is signing off now.
Next world shift will take place after chapter 2.
Chapter Three: Pokémon Manga Universe- Yellow Chapter Impending.
"Who… are you?!" The disguised girl in a straw hat asked me like the curious child she was in this universe. Even at 11-years-old I could see the subtle traces of the beauty she would one day become… but this was my first time ever seeing a doppelganger to someone I had met, so you could imagine I was getting used to the fact that this version of her was still a child.
"A friend… I've heard about the situation with Red and the Elite Four and I've come to help." I said with a kind smile, clutching my newly obtained Astral Gem which hung around my neck in a simple chain-like design. I could sense my Pokémon getting antsy to battle someone soon… namely a member of these evil Elite Four members. With literally infinite species to choose from I was having a bit of a problem choosing who to throw into battle first.
Yellow's distrusting look was out of place on a face so young, and I was reminded once again of just how mature Pokémon Trainers were for their age compared to the humans of my world. I guess when the world you live in is beyond imagining and filled with extremely dangerous and intelligent creatures you tended to grow up fast. "Why are you helping? You don't even know Red, do you?" She cynically inquired, and I smirked at her teasingly.
"Because it's fun, do I need a reason?" I responded to her query with one of my own, and her eyes narrowed.
"People always have a reason for the nice things they do."
"And what may I ask did Red do for you exactly; ask me what my angle is all you want but I'm not the only one keeping secrets here miss Amarillo." I said in an all-knowing tone of voice as I glanced surreptitiously at her hat which concealed her ponytail underneath. I ignored her gasp of surprise as I turned and headed in the same direction I knew she was going in… I was damn well ready to get this party started.
