/Disclaimer: All Mortal Kombat character likeness belong to it's respective franchise. Any non-MK belongs to me.

Prob don't really need another fic but when your bestie and you stay up late making jokes about this plot, my resolves shatters. There will be some OOCness but as always I have a plot-point I intend to follow and explanations later on. This will not be another "Payton goes to another dimension and lives in a game she played" I decided to take this differently. The two girls will be from another dimension, however, one where MK doesn't exists at all. I felt the need to say this before I got some message saying I was beating a dead horse with this plot point. Either way I am just having fun with this fic so if it doesn't look very serious in some points...it's because some jokes we made were just too good to pass up. There will also be something that I normally only hint at in these stories, but this time she talked me into making this more hinted at or actually part of the plot (i will decide later) but there will be heavy mention of OCXCanon. This will be heavily satirical. This will include Any Kombat game (not the vs DC one though) so some of the events will most def not be in place (but have a reason) Lastly, this will mostly take place in MK X however not in the actual storyline.

So there is your warning. Enjoy!/

(Dimension 1)

The music played softly in her ears. Well the brunette thought that it was softly. In reality it sounded loudly in the room from the big, red headphones. Dressed in nothing but long dance pants that hit the floor because of her short stature and a matching sports bra, she let her hips sway where she stood at her kitchen table, putting together a prop gun. However this gun looked rather...real. She was so focused she didn't hear the commotion behind her, nor did she think about how she was now no longer alone.

The man standing a few feet behind her watched the small girl's movements closely, more so the weapon she was cleaning in her hands. Being sent there in search of some girl with power, he didn't want to take too long. He pulled out a medallion his employer had handed him and it started to glow a soft purple color. The smirk he showed would forever be hidden, for more than one reason. There had been rumored to be a bigger threat coming into the realms, so no wonder the scramble of the realms to get more power was so important. So finding his target so soon was surely the best...for him at least. The place he was at looked very much like Earthrealm, however, it wasn't.

He brought out his weapon and stepped forward until it pressed into the small of her back. The girl froze and slowly removed the headphones on her ears, yet did not turn around. He noted how short she was. The top of her head barely reached to his shoulder, making him wonder if there was another person in the home than her. Maybe this wasn't that easy.

"Stay quiet," he said in a gruff and commanding voice.

The brunette said nothing but made a small noise to show that she heard him. He let a smirk fall on his lips again. At least she wasn't stupid. He reached and grabbed the back of her long hair and yanked her in the direction of the only other door in the apartment. She flinched, but made no show that it hurt her. He kept the gun pressed to her back and made her walk forward. She opened the door with little prompting, and he raised an eyebrow at the nearly empty room. No bed? No other person? So this was his girl. Good. It would really suck to be stuck here searching for gods knows how long. He let his hand drop from her hair but didn't move the weapon away.

"So glad you were where you were supposed to be," he stated, "Makes my job easier."

He moved the gun away but didn't let it drop, allowing her to turn around. She had soft features, very feminine. It was always nice to see such a thing considering the woman he worked with. Brown eyes, brown hair that reached almost mid back. She obviously did some sort of work out, but there was no real muscle definition. He looked back at the guns on the table and noted that one was half-painted, showing the wood she had been working on. So no real weapons either, at least not like he thought. The medallion began to pulse in his pocket now that he was right in front of her. This was supposed to be one of the biggest threats to upcoming battle? Maybe with training, but he didn't think about this too much. He was just getting paid to do this, either way.

She looked up at the tall man. He dressed like he was in the old west and had a mask over his face. Even his guns were revolvers. She didn't mind, it looked rather cool, but of course she couldn't contemplate this for long with said weapon pointed at her.

"What do you want," she finally asked in a soft voice.

When she spoke, his eyes looked back at her, like she didn't even concern him enough to keep focused on her. She took a step back when he moved to step towards her. He chuckled at her reaction.

"You," he stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "So don't put up a fight."

Despite what he said, once she saw him reach out for her again, she dropped down and threw her elbow as hard as she could into side where her dad had taught her. The man let out a grunt and stepped back, more surprised than anything. She darted to the left and reached the front door. Unfortunately her careful nature of locking her door was her undoing in this moment. The man grabbed her by her hair and banged her face into the door. She fell to the floor, holding her face, whimpering softly, blood coming from her nose. He bent down and decided to tease her. This was boring so far, and she only had to return alive. He met her scared eyes with his cocky ones, lifting her chin with the end of his gun. He didn't want to waste too much time, but he must say...she looked marvelous cowering in front of him.

"Now...," he hummed out, "Want to try again? I only need you alive."

She shook her head.

"I appreciate a girl that's smart on top of pretty. Get up."

She slowly stood up.

"What is your name?"

"Payton...can I at least stop the bleeding before we leave?"

It was an odd request, one that made him blink. She was being kidnapped...and her worry was the blood? He started to chuckle at her and gave a short nod. She slowly moved past him, noting that he still had the revolver pointed at her as he followed her to the bathroom. She got a towel and after a few minutes of incredibly awkward silence, the bleeding stopped. She was surprised that it honestly wasn't as bad as it could be. A bit of swelling was to be expected after all.

"Enough," he interrupted her thoughts, "Time to go."

"Wait," she said trying to stop him from grabbing her.

He narrowed his eyes and grabbed her throat, bringing her close to him. He even lifted her off the ground where he legs tried to kick at his armored shins.

"Are you really trying to test me, girl? I do have a time limit."

"N-no," she gasped out, "I just...need to...c-cat..."

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at the feline that was meowing up at him. He scoffed and a shot sounded out, the meowing ceasing.

"There...now you don't have to worry about it."

He smirked at her wide eyes, glassed over by the tears that fell down her cheeks. She had stopped fighting so he took the chance to set her down and tie her wrists in front of her, leaving a rope to lead her by. He ignored her sobbing. What was it with women and their pets? He didn't really want to kill the animal, but it was necessary. If he stayed there too long, then he wouldn't be able to return for a while...meaning his pay got docked. He tugged her forward and forced her to look up at him.

"You might feel a little lightheaded," was his only warning before they disappeared, leaving a charred bathroom behind.

(Somewhere across town)

The lab was heavy in soft murmurs of students talking with each other or to the teacher and the tinkling of test tubes in their wake. One girl sat alone. A slender, short haired blonde with piercings adorning her ears. She dressed like she was always going to a metal concert but it looked like this was the norm everyone knew for her. Said genre was blasting her ears as she mixed the two substances together as instructed by her teacher. When a man appeared floating at the back of the class, she was the only one that didn't seem to notice.

The man was dressed in red and black with a hood over his head, bandages covering most of his face. A green energy surrounded him as he held out an odd looking gold medallion to the closest student who stared in astonishment. When it didn't show any signs of activating, the same green aura picked him up.

"You are not who we are looking for," the man said, sounding like more than one person was talking at once.

The student was flung across the room where he hit the wall and fell to the floor in a streak of blood. That's when the screaming and panic started.

He didn't seem bothered at all, he simply restrained a few as he floated along, getting rid of anyone that didn't make the artifact react. In the pandemonium, the blonde slowly looked up and pulled her earphones out by the time the floating man stopped in front of her. She noticed the blood now and the dead remains of the unfortunate students in there. He had sealed off the doors with his strange magic and now the remainder were cowering far away from him. She watched as he seemed to focus on the now vibrating medallion in his hand before he put it away to float down to stand in front of her.

"You will come with us."

"Um...no."

Ches ducked under the table as he reached to grab her and crawled as fast as she could. Over bodies, pushing chairs, trying to get from him. As she did, he floated back up and suddenly everything in front of him blew away, leaving her exposed. Acids flew onto faces and some landed on her jacket and exposed shoulder causing her to hiss in pain. She quickly took off the jacket and flung it at him, trying to scramble back. Yelping as she was lifted into the air, the strange man wasted no time in slamming her first into the wall then back into the ground before releasing her. She coughed up a small amount of blood and shook in pain. Even so, she tried to sit up.

"We have found our target. We will return with you broken if we must."

She gave a weak nod to him, feeling a numb feeling in her chest. He seemed to take this as her confirmation as he turned towards the rest of her peers that were still alive, his eyes glowing again. Ches pushed herself up and put herself between him and the group.

"Hey! I said I would go with you! Kill them and I will make this as difficult as I can! Leave them alone and I will keep quiet and do as you say!"

She was panting with the effort, barely able to stand on her legs, how would she possibly be anymore trouble? However, he would rather choose the simpler way. He lowered down in front of her and green restraints appeared on her wrists. Placing a hand on her shoulder, they both disappeared in what looked like black flames.

(Outworld)

Payton didn't even blink an eye when another similar black flame appeared next to her. She glanced up, knowing she had to try and get it together to at least attempt surviving and blinked now.

"Ches-" she started to say as she tried stepping towards her friend. Erron, as she found out, stopped her by keeping a grip on her rope.

Ches would have tried to do the same, but the blood splattered on her and the look of shock on her face showed why she didn't. Payton stared back down as she remembered what had gone down with the cowboy herself and became eerily quiet.

"You're late, Ermac" Black stated.

"We are here now," the soul-filled being responded simply.

They both had the girls walk in front of them, guiding them to another room. Ches took in everything around her with curiosity. The people here...looked different. She wasn't even sure if some of them were human...no...some definitely weren't. She let her eyes trail over to her fragile friend. She wanted to reach over and hug the girl, but at the moment she knew she couldn't. She could only urge the brunette to push through quietly. When they stopped in front of a door, Payton glanced up for a few seconds looking a little curious. Two men opened the door and revealed an equivalent to a throne room. A bigger man with what looked like grey-blue skin sat, obviously the one in charge. Beside him stood some guards and an odd looking woman. Even when they stopped, Payton didn't look back up. Ches frowned at her friend, wondering what the hell happened.

"Are they the ones," the man asked, eying both females, showing that he looked rather unimpressed.

Erron and Ermac pulled out the respective trinkets. The one next to Payton vibrated, the jewel turning red, a black like smoke lifting from it. The one by Ches vibrated the same, except the jewel turned like metal and what looked like chemical vapor rose from it.

A smirk rested on the emperor's lips as he stood to walk down to them. The woman followed behind him as well, moving as if a bug. Ches stared first at her then at the bigger male.

"You two will serve me well in the upcoming battles," he spoke again, "I am your emperor Koatal Khan."

"I'm...Ches...," the blonde spoke in an uneasy tone, looking like the man had grown another head.

He looked over at the other girl, frowning to see that she still had not even raised her head to look at him. D'Vohra moved to make her speak, but he raised a hand to stop her. These two humans seemed rather fragile. While he didn't particularly care about their well-being, getting them to serve him as needed after removing them from their dimension might be easier if he showed restraint.

"What is your name," he asked her directly.

Once again she responded with silence. Ches frowned deeply and bent down so she could see past the curtain of brown locks. At the sight of the zoned out eyes she stood up and got a frantic look on her face. She could NOT allow this to come out right now. She glanced around looking for...anything that might help her bring Payton back to the world then let a smirk fall on her lips.

"Payton...do you need a stool to hear him from all the way down there," she said in a nonchalant kind of way.

Khan looked over at the other girl for a second, realizing that she was already trying to aid him...but why? Was she scared enough or smart enough to just accept her fate? Behind Payton, the gunslinger's shoulders shook in a silent laugh.

Payton's head lifted and she glared over at Ches with a pout on her face. Good...crisis avoided for right now. Ches let out a sigh of relief and gave her an apologetic look.

"Sorry I'm not farsighted...I can't see from all the way up here," she continued.

Payton's eyes narrowed further as she grit her teeth.

Normally he would stop such acts, but he placed a hand to his chin as he watched the girl in front of him with a calculated stare.

"Seriously though...," Ches continued still, "Cowboy there must have excellent peripheral vision to be able to have found you."

Payton fisted her hands but then sighed and shook her head, looking away again, though she was smiling slightly.

"Enough," the so called emperor stated, putting a stop to it at last, "Welcome Payton...Ches...to Outworld."

Payton glanced up at him then back down. This was troubling indeed. He looked up at his mercenary and wondered if he shouldn't have said 'just get them back alive'. Who knows what happened with her? However on the other hand, the second one was covered in patches of blood yet seemed to hold it together a lot better. With training he was sure he could make the brunette girl colder. It had to be done. What was the point of ruling if there was a threat rumored so big that it could wipe out his realm?

"Where is 'Outworld' exactly," Ches asked, blinking in confusion.

"Everything will be explained in time. For now my men will take you to rest."

Ches frowned at him and Payton had looked up to look outside with curiosity now. She hoped that this meant they were going to at least be put in a cell together so she could finally find out what was wrong. However, when their captors split in a hallway, she knew this wouldn't be the case.

(Earthrealm)

"They are here."

Fujin nodded to Raiden, "You must leave immediately. The sooner we gather them from Koatal Khan's hands the better."

In a flash of an eye the thunder god appeared in General Blade's encampment. No sooner than said woman walked over to him.

"Raiden," she greeted, "What are you doing here?"

"The medallions have activated. They are in Outworld."

The frown on her face said it all. She had never agreed with the elder gods' plan to send them to Outworld. Another 'we can't get involved directly so here are stipulations' thing. She didn't understand why Raiden still abides by them but said nothing about it. What mattered was that the two from the other dimension, as they had been told would come, be rescued and brought here. She would send Johnny's team to do so. When they returned from their training in a week she would see they prepped immediately. She just hoped the two newcomers would be able to hold out that long.

Before I get flamed for killing animals and people and stuff, just don't. Erron Black and Ermac have been proven to give two less of a fuck when it comes to such things. Evil you know?

Hope you enjoy this story! We know we are having a blast talking out the plans for this!

-PayPay

Ches would like to say: Yesh! I am metal garbage! (rock signs)