The OP Crew

Chapter 1 : WTF is the OP Crew

Many years eons ago in the reaches of an alternate pan-dimension an old lady sitting at a desk on a mile wide meteor picks up her time calling telephone. "Make it quick I have tea on the oven" looking at the heat plate sitting on a golem.

"Is that how you greet an old client dear?" the voice was that of a young French woman who's accent was thick as a glacier.

"Aww Fiora my dear you should know that I don't screen my calls" she snapped her fingers at the golem who brought her the tea she so needed to replenish her lost steam. "Who do you need this time"

"Mettaton, he should be in sub-dimension x-2012" A long sign rang through the phone as Fiora smiled at her hatred of robot.

"You owe me for this" gritting her teeth as she hung the phone. "I'll ring his neck if I see him" She dialed the needed number and dimensional coordinates.

Across the plane of existence and all realities and beam of energy raced to x-2012. Approaching a sphere of swirling dimensional containing energy. The beam passed through with great resistance and blasted toward a pink cladded robot who's hair covered one of his eyes. It connected to his signal receptor and rang.

"How goes it lady build a bag of bones" Answered the semi-robotic voice

"Fiora wants to see you" already she was ready to scream and yell at the robot for his snarky comment. She slammed the phone past its breaking point and cracked her desk two "Damn, tenth time this day"

The robot tapped his knee high pink high heels on the ground annoyed at the request to return to HQ. He snapped his fingers and the air around him stood still. Within a near instance a dimensional rift popped open with barely a sound to its name.

"Always ruining my fun bet it's not even important." He grumbled as he stepped through the rift

On the other side was a perfectly laid out garden pocked with smoldering craters and scorn marks. The fountain that stood in the middle of the walkway had been twisted beyond compare. This was due to a prank that went too far the scars in the garden were however not a prank. Mettaton walked up the walkway up to a massive mansion emblemed with the words OP in highly detailed lettering. The overly Victorian doors opened as a young woman walked out.

But before we continue this story I feel it's my need to inform you about the letters OP and their meaning. The letters can mean many thing in all languages. But here in this tale of stupidity that you have stumbled upon the letters OP means Over Powered. Now the OP crew is known housing some of the most "unique" people in the known dimensions and realities. Each member houses unimaginable powers that by anime definitions are Over Powered. If you're wondering if the likes Kirito and Saitama are in this crew you are sorely mistaken because A. Kirito is in a video game and B. Saitama said no.

And sadly and to my entertainment I must stop this chapter and hold off on introductions for a later date.