Disclaimer: Keep in mind, that the writer of this fanfiction (whose name is actually Writer….WHAT A COINCIDENCE?!:D) does not own any of the famous or less famous game, movie, TV, book or any other fictional story franchises or stand alone titles mentioned in the fanfiction, except for their own ideas. This also goes for famous people, like Ozzy Ozbourne, Mike Tyson and Tony Hawk, along with other famous people, who might make some cameo appearances. I am not making any money out of this fiction either. Now, that this is over with, let's continue with our course, shall we?
Words of The Writer: Well, hello there, Readers! It's been a long time, wasn't it? Well, first of all, I must say I very deeply apologise for the lack of updates in the last eleven months or so. I had a few bad moments in life and felt like I don't want to continue the stories I made so far or just flat out abandon . But do not worry, dear readers. I'm back. Back for good! Thanks to all the faithful ones, who have waited and didn't stop following me or my stories. Now, here's your reward. An apology from the Writer and a few updates coming up, hopefully soon. This story is actually a bit of a co-work, with another fellow writer here, who goes by the name of KJMusical. He writes the Epic Rap Battles of History series' fanfiction edition. Again, not to leech off of anyone else's fame, but simply to entertain and improve skills of his own. Now, having assisted him in no less, than three rap battles so far, both writing and ideas, we decided to make a little story for the whole universe we use. Think of this, as a background for the rap battles, adding some story along the way and some reason, as to why the rap battles are created as well. Now, another piece of news, is that from here on, I will refer to the collection of readers following the Writer of Chaos on here, as the League of Writers. So, from here on, if anyone sees something, like „Join the League!" or something appearing, that is merely me, indicating, that if anyone reading the story that sentence is in, would follow either the story or me, then I would be honored, flattered and also,incredibly happy. So, if anyone wants to hear some good old tales from The Writer, come and join the League, fella's! Otherwise, let's get going, with the story. Also, expect some major 4th wall breaking in this fic sometimes, okay? Good. Now, everyone's comfy? Good. Let's begin this thing.
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The scenery is empty. Well, to say the least, there is actually not much of a scenery, if you want to know. The place currently visible to the eye looks like an old, dark room, with many doors around it. The place itself is pretty big, seeing that there are hundreds, if not thousands of doors set around, all of which are of a different colouring and have a different nametag on them. One to the left reads „My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic", while another one says „Die Hard". A third one, very far away and almost out of view says „Sengoku Basara" on it. These doors, although seemingly old also seem well repaired and in good shape.
Suddenly, a white spotlight shines on the center of the room. After a few seconds of waiting, in a puff of smoke, a young man appears, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, a somewhat slim figure and wearing a white tuxedo suit. He holds a microphone and yells. „Welcome all to the Writer's grand reveal of…" he stops for a few seconds, for dramatic effect, then shouts „the Fictional Multiverse!" Suddenly, the whole room gets lit by an awful lot of lights. „Now, all of you, who have took the time to actually read this far and not leave immediately because of the unusual style we started this show, allow me to welcome you. I am The Writer of Chaos, or simply, Writer. I am making this fiction to show you how the fictional multiverse, which I am one of the creators of, is working. Now, to explain this, the way you see and hear me is like a camera. It moves, records and saves footage, so it may later be edited. However, since this is written fiction, the guys, who actually put the fiction on paper, by writing it, will have to write down everything that happens, is said or seen. If it is recorded by the camera of course. Think of this as a documentary, like the ones from that old person…what was the name? Uh, hey KJ! What was the name of that guy, who made those wild life movies?! You know, the old one!" The Writer shouts, while staring up into the darkness above. After a short while, an answer arrives. „David Attenborough! Now stop calling me! I need to write this verse, pretty quickly!"
The Writer nods, then turns back to the camera. „Yes. That one. Now, also, the readers reading this can only see, hear and experience (in fiction, of course) by the camera in this world, but some, if not all, fictional characters may see them through a device named „The Fourth Wall". This is a transdimensional barricade, preventing travel between the two worlds. Although some people managed to do it, those were rare occasions. Moving on. „
The Writer moves to one of the doors, the camera following quickly, staring the at the door, while also seeing the Writer standing next to it. „Now, although the Fourth Wall prevents travel, it does allow observation at times, both vice and versa. In short, the fictional creatures can also see their viewers, readers, watchers, etc. Now, the barriers separating the universes, or in some cases, multiverses of the stories are called „Firewalls". It's a system, that protects stories from attacks by other stories, letting only the ones, with the appropriate documents through." The Writer motions around the area, making the camera turn around, as the man continues. „The place you are currently at is called „The Lobby". It serves as, well, a lobby for the fictional worlds. It was built to allow characters to access each others' stories, when a crossover or a cameo is made, or whenever they have free time and want to spend some of it accompanied by others."
As the camera refocuses on him again, the Writer looks at his watch. „Oh, just in time. Now, you can see how the Lobby works in action." Just as he finishes, door on the other side of the room, bearing the word „inFamous" written on it, opens, letting two people through. They are clearly visible, as the camera focuses on them, to be Cole Mcgrath and Zeke Dunbar from the game itself. They look around, before spotting another door and quickly moving through it, closing it behind them, as the words „The Last of Us" are visible on the recently closed gateway. „See?" The Writer continues, as the camera turns back to him. „Now, I know most of you must be dead bored by all the talking, explaining and complete lack of actual characterls or fictional worlds, so allow me to open this one for you." He says, unlocking the door he stands nearby with a key from his big keychain, showing the sign, that says „Marvel Universe" on the wall besides the door.
He and the camera look through the portal, to see that the door opens to the apartement of none other, than Wade Wilson, A.K.A. Deadpool, seeing the Merc With The Mouth in the kitchen, making pancakes. The Writer enters, the camera following, after which, the sound of the door being shut is heard from behind the camera. As Deadpool hears the sound, he quickly moves from the kitchen to the living room, walking up to the Writer. „Writeeer! My man! What's up with the fics ye're writin'? By the way, did I win that last battle against One-Eyes from DC?" His voice sounds like an excited child's, who's seeing new people or is waiting for improtant news, so the Writer shakes his hand, greets him briefly and quickly begins. „We're making a documentary, Wade. We're explaining how this thing works to the readers. Also, it seems to me, that the readers are voting for you as the winner so far." As the mercenary nods, he turns to the camera and begins doing what he does best. Talk. But before he opens his mouth, he takes time to reach into the script and break this paragraph in ha
lf, so it doesn't seem to be too long. „Now, you see, these so called „Worlds" we live in and you use to watch funny shit, sad shit, exploding shit and many other kinds of shit, would all go to Hell pretty freaking fast, if it weren't for the law enforcement around here." He snaps his fingers and a blackboard appears, words and childishly drawn figures appearing on it to serve as images for the mercenary's explanation. „They are characters from each universe, who have been granted some extra powers from the big guys creating the univers and are pretty much similar to overseers. We call them „Archangels". Now, because of your extreme luck, I happen to be one of these characters, so I am officially the highest fictional law enforcement in the Marvel Universe!" As he says this, Deadpool slowly rises from his chair, raising the volume of his speech, starting to shout the final words, before beginning to dance to his theme song, as it suddenly starts to play. „Uh, Deadpool?" The Writer asks, tapping the merc's back in confusion. „Deadpool-uh, could you please tell us more?" But his words don't reach the man's ears, as he continues dancing, while singing along to the song. „He's a mean matha(beep)a!..."
The Writer just sighs, with a slight smile, as he motions for the camera to follow, leading it out of the universe, through the door. As they reach the Lobby again, the Writer turns to the camera and begins talking. „Now, all of you, readers, who actually made it this far, congratulations. Also, I'm sad to point out, that this is all the time we have for today, but follow the story and you will hear everything about this multiverse soon. See you in the next episode." He finishes, as the screen fades to black.
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So, how was it? I hope you do like this story and will follow it. Also, Happy New Year to all of you, dear readers. I will hopefully see you soon. And I will hopefully write for you soon.