Warning:

This fanfiction uses characters and concepts from the following:

Pokemon

StarCraft

Doctor Who

Bionicle

And MANY others. It also relies heavily on OCs (Original Characters). Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 1

A tall, dark, lanky figure stood atop a white hill, overseeing the equally blank land and its less plain inhabitants. Bio-mechanical, wasp-like Nui-Rama zigzagged their way across the sky, accompanied by other airborne wildlife, while people of various sentient species from many worlds walked along the ground below. Scattered throughout the boringly-colored ground were landmarks and locations borrowed from several universes deemed worthy of sprucing up the mundane plains. In the sky, whose coloration was indistinguishable from that of the ground, Hyper Zone, the Galactic Nova, the Death Star, and other notable satellites/planetoids hung in place, silently looking down upon the ground-dwellers. A clever eye might even notice multiple instances of the same individual wandering about at the same time. Though some may find this strange, or even disturbing (after all, the Death Star was ever-present, and many already have unpleasant memories of its activation), all of the aforementioned entities being present together here was commonplace, barely noteworthy within this colorless realm, if even that.

The aforementioned tall figure, though previously described as dark, was actually quite pale (though not to the level of albinism). The idea that he was dark came from his all-black clothes, jet hair, and piercing, coal-black eyes. Twenty-seven-year-old Justin "Shade" looked over the white landscape at his vantage point, doing his best to make sure that nothing escaped his notice. Of course, being all alone out here, so far away from the more civilized areas, would be an act of idiocy. To ensure that no one approached him without his knowledge, he had brought a couple of friends along.

Twenty-eight-year-old James "Psych" M was his closest of buddies, having earned his nickname through repeated and consistent displays of immense psychic prowess (which, in turn, made him incredibly vulnerable to other psychic individuals). He was garbed in a green light jacket, a violet t-shirt with a cyan collar, light blue jeans, violet shoes with cyan highlights, and white socks. His skin was peach (the term "white" had become outdated, and was reserved for the palest of beings) and the irises of his eyes were green, while the scleras were purple (an unusual coloration, to say the least). His hair was a light, chocolate brown, in contrast to Justin's pitch black. His hair was also a fair amount shorter than Justin's, which was almost shoulder-length at the back. In contrast to Justin's quiet, reserved attitude, James was far more relaxed and open, though he always kept an eye out in all directions (not at the same time, of course).

Twenty-seven-year-old Emily Bren was something else entirely. Her skin-tone was almost identical to that of Psych, and they were a similar height (both being a few inches shorter than their dark-clad companion), but that was where the similarities ended. Emily bore a navy-blue t-shirt and grey combat pants. Her footwear consisted of messy white(?) socks and grey shoes with brown laces. Sprouting from her back were large, black, avian wings whose span could stretch across her entire body if they were removed and placed parallel to her (which would never happen unless she was dead). Her hair was straight and black, ending roughly at the halfway point between her shin and shoulders. She had hard orange eyes, and a demeanor that most would read as grumpy or angry. Those who were familiar with her would also add "hungry" to the list, as her boundless stomach knew no limits.

Together, the trio kept watch at their post, as was their current assignment. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't be answering to anyone else. However, there was, as some would put it, an "administrative entity" who was in charge of keeping order throughout, and disobeying direct orders from this being was anything but a good idea. As such, Justin and his friends were stuck standing sentry over a location of minimal importance for the vast majority of inhabitants.

Eventually sitting down, Justin began to daydream, his mind wandering to many things outside his immediate vicinity. Among them was his wife, Eko Bren. As the name suggested, she was Emily's sister (Emily simply ignored that fact). She was his junior by one year, but that didn't stop her from taking control of many aspects of his life and proving her worth as an able companion. Fortunately, both lacked the desire and ability to breed. If that were not true for one of them (namely, Eko), then their ability to remain a happy couple would be nonexistant. Justin was, for once, enjoying himself, reminiscing about some of Eko's words of wisdom and basic advice.

That is, until he felt IT. The sensation all inhabitants feel when someone or something is duplicated and brought into this strange, strange world. He immediately turned toward the primary Entrance, a massive ten-story-tall set of twin doors, and sighed. It's the second time today, he thought to himself as he gathered his friends. Emily and Psych were ready to greet the newbies, even eager. It had been a month since these two last held the job of entrance-watch, and they felt they could manage anything. Justin wasn't so sure. Either way, they had to make their way over to the entrance and welcome the newcomers.

As they walked to the mysterious room, they voiced their guesses as to whom or what it could be.

"It better not be more Cybermen," Psych complained. "We have enough of those already." He remembered all too well how difficult it was to get those stubborn cyborgs to adjust, and they were brought in at one of the worst of times.

"It could be something new," Emily suggested. "Remember the surprise from a couple days ago?" She was, of course, referring to the surprise that was a massive influx of Zebesian Space Pirates. She only found this out via hear-say from Justin. If she had been there at the time of the event, she'd have challenged them all simultaneously to a fight, and probably would have won.

"Unfortunately, yes," Justin muttered. That fiasco was best left forgotten. "Hey, what happened to Eko? Shouldn't she be coming with us?"

Emily facepalmed. "I knew I was forgetting something," She muttered as they neared the Entrance. Truth be told, Emily would rather her younger sister stay home and be safe instead of expose herself to the shenanigans that Justin, herself, and mostly Psych bring.

Eventually (about three minutes of strolling later), they made it over to the fabled Entrance. The indestructible doors loomed over the small party, their blank frames giving them minor chills.

"Welp. Here we go." Psych mustered his courage and closed the distance between the door and himself.

As the trio pushed the massive door open, they collectively groaned. "Not THIS again," Justin complained. "Anything but THIS."