Author's Note
Well, I've been hinting at this story for a little while, and I'm still not sure if I'm fully ready to debut it, so I'm just going to put the first chapter up. It's nothing really special, but It's one of the first real stories I've ever written and it has a lot of potential in eyes. So, here we go.
One world: A Massive Crossover Fanfic
Book 1: Obsidian
They said we were crazy, that those other worlds didn't exist. They said we'd just have to give it up and accept reality. My best friend, he was the backbone for everything, a child prodigy who created the one world project and gave it life. We both knew that in an ever expanding universe alternate dimensions had to exist. Maybe even one where things we thought we had made up existed. Anything and everything was possible, so why not a world where cartoon characters had existed. And we did it, the machine brought those worlds together, all of them. We now had one world where we could all coexist, but, nothing good ever lasts. It all went sour.
That's where I am, the war
Reece slowly pulled the pen from his journal. He forgot the date, what was it again? God, it must have been five years since the war began, the incident in celestia. His train of thought was interrupted by the radio. It crackled with static for a few seconds, then a familiar voice echoed over it.
"Reece, you got a message from command, better get up here quick."
His face illuminated with a smile, "On my way Coop!" He tossed the journal onto his bed, and headed out into the narrow hallway, almost falling through the curtain that seperated the room across the hallway from him. He paused for a moment, laying his hand on the dirt beside the entryway, where they'd carved out their rooms in the dirt.
"Right, Jenny's still sleeping." Reece muttered as he turned away and went down the hall. He stopped for a moment in the small space that served as a kitchen. A short white creature, clad in his yellow bowler cap and blue shirt stood pigeon-toed near the small fridge. He had a distant look in his dim eyes, and an underbite a mile long. But something about the odd creature was comforting to Reece, it was his decision the group kept him, after finding him alone in the woods some three months ago.
"Mornin' Homsar!" Reece smiled and grabbed the tin coffee pot lying on the counter, pouring out the hot black liquid into his cup "How's the coffee, you little blue misspelling?"
"Daaaaaaah, I forgot the pinstripes Darlene." He said, his hat popping off and landing back on his head with every syllable.
"Um, yeah, keep up the good work then." Reece said, swigging the last of his coffee and dashing up the ladder to the ground level. The room it led into was a small circular chamber with a vault-like door on one end that was being guarded by a short green bear in military fatigues, a veteran from another land. Nearby, a red porcupine of the bear's size sat on a supply crate. She was sipping a cup of tea and playing with her dandruff-laden quills nervously.
"Good morning Flippy," Reece said, saluting the bear. He gave a quick salute back.
"Yeah, good as it'll get around here." Said Flippy. He leaned back against the wall and let his rifle do the same.
Reece noticed the porcupine was looking a little pale, and kneeled down to speak to her, "Hey, Flaky, you okay? You look a little tired"
She gave a weak laugh, "Oh, yeah, I am. I just um, wanted to stay with Flippy last night. He had guard duty and I just didn't want him to get lonely."
"How sweet," He said, making Flaky blush, "Well, I'll talk to you guys later; Coop says we got a message from command!"
"Huh, maybe we'll finally get out of here. Not likely though." Flippy said, his voice tinged with frustration. Reece had to agree with him, it was unusually dangerous to be posting a scavenge unit this close to the obsidian factory. They supplied the empire's armies with around 200 fresh new killing machines daily, not to mention the roving robotic squadrons that patrolled the woods surrounding the factory. Danger of death, or worse, plagued Reece's mind, but he managed to shake it off.
"Yeah, maybe we will get moved out." He said, with a weak smile.
The computer room was down a short hallway, Reece could easily see it's one inhabitant from the start of the hallway. Coop was a heavy set man, blonde hair, and a torn jacket and jeans. He was an expert mechanic and could easily pilot any vehicle. But, he was almost useless without his machine. He had spent years of working on it, making it a state of the art vehicle of war, just to have it stolen from him in the night by the empire. He was taken into custody, and broken out by the resistance, but they were never able to recover his life's work.
"Hey, Reece, good to see ya. Here, check this out." Coop maneuvered his arms through the mass of wires, radars and blinking lights to reach for a small laptop computer. He drew the mouse over to his message box and clicked open a file, "Orders straight from the resistance General of our section."
Reece Vallo,
As commanding officer it is my duty to inform you and your squadron of a patrol headed toward your area. This squadron numbers at the minimum of twenty robots, maximum unknown, and word has it that it is being led by an empire general. Immediate evacuation and clean-up is your only option.
General Jack,
1st Rebellion force of the People's Resistance.
"Damn it!" Reece said grimly, "Coop, get the group together and stock the truck. We need to get out of here ASAP" He left the computer room without another word, heading into the main room. "Flippy, pack up the munitions, we need to evacuate the area."
Flaky heard this and began to cry "Again? Is this ever going to end?" she said, sniffing back her tears.
Reece didn't answer. He climbed back down the ladder, only nodding as he passed by Homsar, "Moving out, Haddiman, pack up your stuff." Homsar didn't move, only looked around the room blankly.
As he approached the locked door, Reece became nervous. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the metal door.
"Don't you ever knock?" A girl's voice said, dully.
Reece hesitated opening the door the rest of the way, but finally pushed his way in. Light gingerly caressed the voice's body until he could she her clearly.
Jenny sat on her bunk, a cord plugged into the back of her head leading into a generator. She had an off-white body, with blue metal casings around her chest and hips to resemble a skirt and top. The top of her head was painted blue, and two triangular metal ponytails jutted from her head. Her eyes made a clicking sound as she blinked, and the dull hum of the generator prevented silence from setting in.
"I'm sorry Jenny," Reece said carefully "I thought you were sleeping." He walked a little closer to her.
"I can recharge while I'm awake, it gives me time to think. It's about all I can do now." Jenny said bitterly.
Reece suddenly remembered. The first battle, the unexpected attack. Seeing her damaged, she was the only one he could save. He stared down at the dirt floor, trying to figure out why he chose to save her a damaged robot girl. He shook it off, remembering the danger they were in.
"Jenny, there's a patrol headed our way. Grab anything you want to keep and tear the scrap metal off the walls, we'll need it." Reece said, trying to sound official.
Jenny cringed at the sound of "Scrap Metal", it was really all she was now. Reece left into his room and Jenny scooped up her generator.
Well, there we have it. The first story I wrote. I'm a little too nervous to say anything witty. Please, tell me what you think.
Oh, and I'm not entirely sure where to put this story, so I'm putting in the X-Over section. It's got characters from a LOT of different cartoons, anime, manga, and video games, so I wasn't too sure.