Fanfiction Four
By Uatu, the Watcher
As told to cygna vamp
PART I: How It All Began
There are more realities than there are grains of sand in the universe. With each reality,
there are different truths, different falsehoods. These realities are known to writers af the genre
"science fiction" as parallel universes.
As The Watcher I have seen many parallel universes. Quite often, the fate of humanity
rests in the hands of but a few unexpected beings. For example, in your world there is a girl
named Daria Morgendorfer who on a summer's day went to an Alternapalooza concert with her friend;
Jane Lane, Jane's brother: Trent Lane and Trent's friend: Jesse Moreno. Motor problems caused them
to miss the concert. Daria learned that Trent liked her as she was, yet she was still too shy to
reveal her feelings for him. In another universe, all of this was so except for one detail. On the
drive home, Trent took the wrong fork in the road- changing everyone's lives forever.
"Umm, I think we're lost." Daria said, observing the unfamilliar twisting road.
"I must've taken the wrong fork somewhere." said Trent. "I'll just turn around and...no,
scratch that." They passed a One Way sign. "I'll just keep driving untill we find someplace to
ask directions."
Daria looked to the back of the van. Jane was asleep in Jesse's arms. What did she see in
that big dumb lummox? She wondered. She didn't have time to wonder. A colassol semi truck was barreling
towards the van.
Jane woke with a start. Jesse was on top of her and the world seemed to be shaking. "What's
happening?" she yelled. "What are you doing?"
"Hang on." he said as the side of the van caved in, allowing a viscous green goop to enter.
Trent finally relaxed his grip on the wheel. He opened his eyes. The windshield was shattered,
green goop with a faint glow was oozing in. The van was upside down. Trent looked at himself, half
expecting to see a sucking chest wound. To his surprise, he was unharmed, yet spattered by the
green goop. Good thing I wore my seat belt. he thought. He looked to the passenger seat. Daria
was not there.
Trent quickly undid the belt and crawled out a window. He saw the overturned semi and the
metal barrels that had smashed against the van. There was a symbol on one barrel that Trent
recognized as the logo of one of his favorite bands-Radioactive. Of no importantce, he had to
find his friends. He called for them. "Daria!" No answer. "Jesse! Jane!"
"I'm OK." said a goop splattered Jesse, climbing from the wreckage. "Jane's OK too." He
lowered a hand to help her get out. She too was covered with green goop. As soon as her feet touched
the groud she burst into flames.
"Jane! You're on fire!" Trent observed.
"Huh, so I am." Jane said, looking at her body of fire. "Funny, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Stop drop and roll or something!" advised Jesse.
Jane tried it. All she did was scorch the earth beneath her. "Look, other than being on fire
I'm OK." said Jane. "Where's Daria?"
"She wasn't in her seat." said Trent. "She must've been thrown out."
The three seached for her, calling for her. A moan came from the van. "I'm OK" said Daria.
"Daria! Where are you?" Jane called.
"In the Tank." She answered. "I must've blacked out. I'm getting out now."
But no one came out of the van.
"Daria," said Jane. "Do you need help getting out?"
"What do you mean?" asked Daria. "I'm already out. Can't you see? I'm right in front of you.
Jane, why are you on fire?" There was a pause as Daria took a look at herself. "Oh,crap, I'm
invisible, aren't I?"
"Max is going to have a fit." Trent said, looking at the totalled van.
They observed a man in coveralls standing near the road. "I didn't see them! I didn't see
them!" he muttered.
Trent knew this was the negligent driver and decided to give him a piece of his mind."Where
the Hell did you get your license, a cereal box?" he inquired. "That was a one way street. You
could've killed us all! My sister is on fire because of you."
"I-I didn't mean to." the driver stammered. "I was in a hurry. Look, here's twenty bucks."
He took out his wallet. "No one has to know." The driver began to run away.
"Oh no you don't!" Trent grabbed for the man. To Trent's surprise, his arms stretched out
for two yards to catch the driver. Whoa- how'd that happen? he wondered.
A moan came from the semi. Another man in coveralls was pinned under the cab. "Please help
me." he moaned. "I tried to get out, but it rolled over on me. I think my legs are broken."
Jesse went over to the injured man. "If we all lift together," he said "maybe we can budge
it enough for him to roll out." To demonstrate, Jesse gave what he thought was a token pull. Next
thing he knew, he was holding a 6 ton diesel cab over his head.
"Whoa." was all he could say.
"Good God Almighty." murmured the injured trucker as Jesse set the semi upright. "Earl,"
he finally said. I told you this was a one way street! Why didn't you listen?"
"No one ever uses this road." was Earl's lame excuse.
"My name is Ned." said the injured man. "I want to appologize for Earl's driving and all
the mess this toxic waste made.And thank you, young man, for helping me."
"It's cool." said Jesse.
"There's a CB in the truck, so one of you can call for help." said Ned.
"I'll do it." Daria volunteered. The door seemed to open itself as an invisible Daria got
inside. She picked up the mike. "Umm...hello?" she spoke into it.
"This here is The Black Fox." a voice answered. "What's your 20?"
"Uh, we had an accident on a service road just off of highway 70. This guy has broke both legs."
"Don't worry darlin', I'll have a meat wagon over there pronto. Black Fox out."
Daria hoped "meat wagon" meant "Ambulance". She got out of the truck.
"Hold him." Trent said, pushing Earl into Jesse's arms. "Daria," he said. "Where are you?"
"Right in front of the truck." she answered.
He approached her. "Keep talking so I know where you are." He reached a hand out in to the
air in front of him.
"Down, to the left." she instructed. "I meant my left, sorry."
Trent touched something solid yet soft and covered in fabric. "Here she is." he said.
"Umm...You might not want to touch me there." Daria was glad no one could see her blush.
"Oh...sorry." Trent took his hand away. "Look, I think we should split as soon as the
ambulance gets here."
"Good idea." Suddenly, Daria reappeared, covered in green goop, but visible.
"Hey, I'm not on fire anymore!" Jane observed. "My clothes seem to be OK- even if they are
slimed. I don't even smell like smoke. Weird."
When the ambulance came for Ned, the quartet did indeed "split". They ran for cover in a
nearby woods and assessed their situation.
"OK," said Trent. "The Tank is totalled. We were slimed by toxic waste. Jesse has super
strength. Jane was on fire for a while but now she's fine. Daria went invisible and I can do this."
He stretched an arm up to the top of a tall pine and plucked a needle.
"This is scary." said Jane. "I've heard what they do to mutants."
"Is that what we are now?" asked Daria. "Mutants?"
"Looks like." said Trent.
"All we have to do is keep this a secret." said Daria. "We'll be fine."
"I dunno," said Jesse. "I kinda liked being able to help Ned back there."
"And catching Earl before he got away was pretty cool." said Trent.
"Maybe the Friends of Humanity will back off if we help a few people." said Jane.
"Jane, your opptimism scares me." said Daria.
"All for being superheros?" Trent put out his hand.
"I'm in!" Jesse placed his hand on Trent's.
"Me too!" Jane put her hand in the circle.
"Oh, what the hell." Daria added her hand.
On that day, the four greatest superheros Lawndale would ever know were born.
"All we need now are some freakin' supervillians." said Daria.
IN THE NEXT ISSUE OF THE FORMIDABLE FOUR:
"Anyone for a barbeque?"
"Just like the light of a new day, it hit me from out of the blue."
"...did I give you permission to be a hero?"
"I saw this in a Superman movie once."
"I'm on one of those hidden camera shows, right?"
By Uatu, the Watcher
As told to cygna vamp
PART I: How It All Began
There are more realities than there are grains of sand in the universe. With each reality,
there are different truths, different falsehoods. These realities are known to writers af the genre
"science fiction" as parallel universes.
As The Watcher I have seen many parallel universes. Quite often, the fate of humanity
rests in the hands of but a few unexpected beings. For example, in your world there is a girl
named Daria Morgendorfer who on a summer's day went to an Alternapalooza concert with her friend;
Jane Lane, Jane's brother: Trent Lane and Trent's friend: Jesse Moreno. Motor problems caused them
to miss the concert. Daria learned that Trent liked her as she was, yet she was still too shy to
reveal her feelings for him. In another universe, all of this was so except for one detail. On the
drive home, Trent took the wrong fork in the road- changing everyone's lives forever.
"Umm, I think we're lost." Daria said, observing the unfamilliar twisting road.
"I must've taken the wrong fork somewhere." said Trent. "I'll just turn around and...no,
scratch that." They passed a One Way sign. "I'll just keep driving untill we find someplace to
ask directions."
Daria looked to the back of the van. Jane was asleep in Jesse's arms. What did she see in
that big dumb lummox? She wondered. She didn't have time to wonder. A colassol semi truck was barreling
towards the van.
Jane woke with a start. Jesse was on top of her and the world seemed to be shaking. "What's
happening?" she yelled. "What are you doing?"
"Hang on." he said as the side of the van caved in, allowing a viscous green goop to enter.
Trent finally relaxed his grip on the wheel. He opened his eyes. The windshield was shattered,
green goop with a faint glow was oozing in. The van was upside down. Trent looked at himself, half
expecting to see a sucking chest wound. To his surprise, he was unharmed, yet spattered by the
green goop. Good thing I wore my seat belt. he thought. He looked to the passenger seat. Daria
was not there.
Trent quickly undid the belt and crawled out a window. He saw the overturned semi and the
metal barrels that had smashed against the van. There was a symbol on one barrel that Trent
recognized as the logo of one of his favorite bands-Radioactive. Of no importantce, he had to
find his friends. He called for them. "Daria!" No answer. "Jesse! Jane!"
"I'm OK." said a goop splattered Jesse, climbing from the wreckage. "Jane's OK too." He
lowered a hand to help her get out. She too was covered with green goop. As soon as her feet touched
the groud she burst into flames.
"Jane! You're on fire!" Trent observed.
"Huh, so I am." Jane said, looking at her body of fire. "Funny, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Stop drop and roll or something!" advised Jesse.
Jane tried it. All she did was scorch the earth beneath her. "Look, other than being on fire
I'm OK." said Jane. "Where's Daria?"
"She wasn't in her seat." said Trent. "She must've been thrown out."
The three seached for her, calling for her. A moan came from the van. "I'm OK" said Daria.
"Daria! Where are you?" Jane called.
"In the Tank." She answered. "I must've blacked out. I'm getting out now."
But no one came out of the van.
"Daria," said Jane. "Do you need help getting out?"
"What do you mean?" asked Daria. "I'm already out. Can't you see? I'm right in front of you.
Jane, why are you on fire?" There was a pause as Daria took a look at herself. "Oh,crap, I'm
invisible, aren't I?"
"Max is going to have a fit." Trent said, looking at the totalled van.
They observed a man in coveralls standing near the road. "I didn't see them! I didn't see
them!" he muttered.
Trent knew this was the negligent driver and decided to give him a piece of his mind."Where
the Hell did you get your license, a cereal box?" he inquired. "That was a one way street. You
could've killed us all! My sister is on fire because of you."
"I-I didn't mean to." the driver stammered. "I was in a hurry. Look, here's twenty bucks."
He took out his wallet. "No one has to know." The driver began to run away.
"Oh no you don't!" Trent grabbed for the man. To Trent's surprise, his arms stretched out
for two yards to catch the driver. Whoa- how'd that happen? he wondered.
A moan came from the semi. Another man in coveralls was pinned under the cab. "Please help
me." he moaned. "I tried to get out, but it rolled over on me. I think my legs are broken."
Jesse went over to the injured man. "If we all lift together," he said "maybe we can budge
it enough for him to roll out." To demonstrate, Jesse gave what he thought was a token pull. Next
thing he knew, he was holding a 6 ton diesel cab over his head.
"Whoa." was all he could say.
"Good God Almighty." murmured the injured trucker as Jesse set the semi upright. "Earl,"
he finally said. I told you this was a one way street! Why didn't you listen?"
"No one ever uses this road." was Earl's lame excuse.
"My name is Ned." said the injured man. "I want to appologize for Earl's driving and all
the mess this toxic waste made.And thank you, young man, for helping me."
"It's cool." said Jesse.
"There's a CB in the truck, so one of you can call for help." said Ned.
"I'll do it." Daria volunteered. The door seemed to open itself as an invisible Daria got
inside. She picked up the mike. "Umm...hello?" she spoke into it.
"This here is The Black Fox." a voice answered. "What's your 20?"
"Uh, we had an accident on a service road just off of highway 70. This guy has broke both legs."
"Don't worry darlin', I'll have a meat wagon over there pronto. Black Fox out."
Daria hoped "meat wagon" meant "Ambulance". She got out of the truck.
"Hold him." Trent said, pushing Earl into Jesse's arms. "Daria," he said. "Where are you?"
"Right in front of the truck." she answered.
He approached her. "Keep talking so I know where you are." He reached a hand out in to the
air in front of him.
"Down, to the left." she instructed. "I meant my left, sorry."
Trent touched something solid yet soft and covered in fabric. "Here she is." he said.
"Umm...You might not want to touch me there." Daria was glad no one could see her blush.
"Oh...sorry." Trent took his hand away. "Look, I think we should split as soon as the
ambulance gets here."
"Good idea." Suddenly, Daria reappeared, covered in green goop, but visible.
"Hey, I'm not on fire anymore!" Jane observed. "My clothes seem to be OK- even if they are
slimed. I don't even smell like smoke. Weird."
When the ambulance came for Ned, the quartet did indeed "split". They ran for cover in a
nearby woods and assessed their situation.
"OK," said Trent. "The Tank is totalled. We were slimed by toxic waste. Jesse has super
strength. Jane was on fire for a while but now she's fine. Daria went invisible and I can do this."
He stretched an arm up to the top of a tall pine and plucked a needle.
"This is scary." said Jane. "I've heard what they do to mutants."
"Is that what we are now?" asked Daria. "Mutants?"
"Looks like." said Trent.
"All we have to do is keep this a secret." said Daria. "We'll be fine."
"I dunno," said Jesse. "I kinda liked being able to help Ned back there."
"And catching Earl before he got away was pretty cool." said Trent.
"Maybe the Friends of Humanity will back off if we help a few people." said Jane.
"Jane, your opptimism scares me." said Daria.
"All for being superheros?" Trent put out his hand.
"I'm in!" Jesse placed his hand on Trent's.
"Me too!" Jane put her hand in the circle.
"Oh, what the hell." Daria added her hand.
On that day, the four greatest superheros Lawndale would ever know were born.
"All we need now are some freakin' supervillians." said Daria.
IN THE NEXT ISSUE OF THE FORMIDABLE FOUR:
"Anyone for a barbeque?"
"Just like the light of a new day, it hit me from out of the blue."
"...did I give you permission to be a hero?"
"I saw this in a Superman movie once."
"I'm on one of those hidden camera shows, right?"