Full Summary:

What would happen if the fabric that separated Real Life from Fiction, the "Fourth Wall" if you will, was literally broken? What if fictional characters started entering out world, each with his or her own agendas, and some of those agendas conflict? Aliens, Elves, Jedi's, spies, action heroes, cartoon characters, and superheroes suddenly came into conflict with one another? Who will want to take advantage of this break in the Fourth Wall, and who will be on our side?

Ladies and Gentlemen, this fanfiction will answer that question in just one of the many possible scenarios, with sequels to come. I give you a universe where all the movie universes and continuities are now one. Follow along as characters in both the real world and the fictional world react to one another. Villains will rise, and heroes will emerge, some fictional and some real. Who will win at the end of it all?

So, without further ado...


It was raining outside as Dr. Drake Clithe worked relentlessly in his lab at the Roschell University of Technology with his research interns. It was late, but with a presentation due in a few weeks time, and his experiment falling behind, he was desperate to get it up and running beforehand. The Tech lab looked more like a mechanic's garage than a top of the line laboratory. Rafters with winches and hydraulic lifts line the ceiling and walls, various power tools presently mounted to the tables, and the tool cabinets were filled with micro-components, mechanical parts, bolts, wires and the such. The floor had a rubber lining, and smoke from solders and welders filled the air.

Dr. Drake Clithe was at the cutting end of cosmology, specifically in the area of the multiverse: The theory of multiple universes existing side by side. He was and older man, a genius who hailed from Britain. Though considered by some to be a lunatic for giving the idea some thought, his theories became a sensation following the discovery of a 'fracture in the universe' (without knowledge of a better word), in which, by canceling out magnetic waves between two powerful elector magnets, he managed to procure an actual crack in the universe. It was small, only the size of a pin needle, but the it was enough to short out all the sensors in the building.

That was over two decades ago, and after a tragic fire, his research, along with his prototypes, were destroyed. Now, given a second chance, he is finally close to recreating his original experiment. He and his student assistants, Paul Bartley and Josh Simmons, were slowly lifting a huge component of a large device with the aid of a hydraulic lift.

"Easy, easy!" said the professor as the two, much younger and much stronger students helped guide the cylindrical component down alongside the larger machine. He would prefer to work on it himself, but with his age catching up with him, he was afraid of loosing grip on something and damaging any one of these expensive parts.

"Got it Doc" said Josh as he used the remote to let the crane bring the component gently down as Paul steadied it over its desired spot. With a gentle clank of metal meeting metal, Paul went to work bolting the thing down while Josh and Dr. Clithe went to work connecting the appropriate wires.

"Think it will work this time?" he asked Josh.

"Don't be discouraged if it doesn't" said Clithe. "With every failure we learn even more."

"Well, yes of course. But you've been at this for years. And I know this thing will change the world and all, but all the board cares about is money and success."

"Well they have a lot on their plate. Sure this discovery will answer questions on our place in the Universe, but what about all those other projects that focus on more real problems."

"This is real. Imagine what we can discover on the other side. New lands, alternate timelines, sentient beings, the possibilities are endless.

"Well, I am looking forward to that" said the Doctor with a smile.

"Um, Professor" said Paul. "This coil looks a little banged up." In front of the machine, just in front of the component they just installed, was one of the many small Tesla coils. They look similar to the ones used for electrical shows, but were much smaller, and instead of dramatic flares, were designed for very concentrated, precise electrical charges. They worked in junction with the two half crescent shaped electromagnets behind them. These two components working together was what Clithe discovered to make transdimensional travel possible.

Clithe came over and looked at it. "Oh, just an aesthetic blemish. Nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, as long as it doesn't rip a whole in the space time continuum" joked Josh.

Paul, who was new to Dr. Clithe's experiments, looked nervous.

"Relax Mr. Bartley" said Dr. Clithe. "Like I said before. This will only be able to bring back mere atoms from any other dimensions the beam will come across. Full portals will be years from now, and will require more power than this whole campus can provide. Big things begin small after all."

Just then, another student came running in, a blond haired girl named Laura Nielson. "Sorry I'm late. Had wake up the software technician to find this." She ran up and handed the Doctor a small paper bag, and inside were a few electrodes.

"Thank you my dear" said Dr. Clithe. He immediately began separating them and handed a few to Josh. They both went to work soldering them into place, finishing the last of the attachments while Laura went to put on her lab coat.

"So, any bets on whether or not we get success tonight?"

"Nah. Can't gamble till my loans are paid off" said Josh.

"I just want to get some sleep after this" said Paul.

"Wimp" said Laura. "Discovery never sleeps."

Dr. Clithe said "While true, discovery is a continuous, life long endeavor, you still need dreams to support that drive, and where better does one find dreams then while asleep."

"So, Paul is right?" asked Josh.

"Time for the world to end" said Laura.

"Hilarious" muttered Paul.

"While I do enjoy to see you all socializing, I believe it is now time for our 87th test" said Clithe.

"87th time's the charm" said a cheery Laura.

Josh clapped his hands. "Alright, let's do this!"

Everyone then helped to move the device to the testing room just through another set of doors. This room was clear of shelves or storage of any sort. The steel plated walls of this room was filled with dents and scorch marks from past experiments; some by the Professor himself involving this very machine, some by others.

"Plug it in Mr. Simmons" said Dr. Clithe. Josh plugged in the power/control wire to the specialized outlet on the wall. Then the small group all went through the two sets of lead plated doors and into the control room. The machine lied outside, lead and steel plating and bulletproof glass separating the observers from anything dangerous that might happen.

"Ms. Nielson, please turn on the cameras."

Laura then went to a smaller control panel controlling a series of video cameras mounted on the wall both inside and outside the control room. Their purpose was for recording data.

"This is Dr. Drake Clithe and company" said the doctor for the record. "The date is April 12, 2014, the time is 11:37 PM Eastern Central Time. Beginning test # 87 of the transdimensional anomaly generator, or TAG." Clithe then flipped up a lever, powering on the machine. "Power up initiated. Beginning capacitor charging." He flipped another switch. The machine began to hum, increasing in intensity with each passing second. At the pointed end of the device, the coils began turning red; normal so far.

"Capacitors reaching 100%. Beginning initiation in 4...3...2...1..." He flipped another switch. These was a pause in activity, then a small bolt of electricity emitted out of the coils, dissipating a few feet from the device. Soon it was joined by more bolts, increasing in both number and frequency. Now there appeared a whole array of electric bolts, looking like a frizzled haircut coming out of the pointed end.

"Ambient EMF readings are above 1000" said Will.

"Alright. engaging the electromagnets... now."

Now the electrical static took on a more organized shape. Ten bolts of electricity could now be clearly made out, forming almost straight lines outside the constant frizzle. The ten sources then converged onto a small spot about three feet away from the front of the machine. This continued on for minutes.

"Well the coils are holding up this time" noticed Laura. "That's good."

"But I'm not seeing any mirco-ripples forming" said Dr. Clithe, disappointed. "We'll have to shut it down before it overheats again..."

"Doctor, look!" said Josh excited. Sure enough, right where the electricity was concentrated, a small blue disk appeared, enamored in a ring of electricity. It was small, about the size of a pin hole, but it was just noticeable.

"What the Hell is that?" asked Paul.

Dr. Clithe adjusted his glasses against his eyes. The tiny speck then stretched out into a hair like ribbon. "It's, that's it!" he said excitingly. "That's it!" His head and palms were now pressed hard against the glass, looking hard at the fracture that just opened. It was taking just over 100,000 watts and millions of dollars of research just to make this tiny portal, but now he finally got back to where he was all those years ago. He had opened a door into another dimension. It was possibly only micrometers in diameter, letting in only a few fragments of molecules at the most, but he had done it.

"Laura, quick! Test the gas in the room!" he said. "The pressure! Are we gaining pressure or losing it?"

Laura, previously fixated on the tiny wonder of the universe, bolted over to another monitor. "Um, losing. Gas is going out!"

"Gas is leaving the room!" said Clithe. There's a negative pressure..."

Suddenly, the one coil, the one with the scratches Paul pointed out, sparked, sending a large bolt right into the micro portal. The tiny blue light exploded, expanding to a much larger plane, one six feet in diameter. Surges of electrical energy went wild through the room, blackening the steel plating where it made contact. Everyone jumped back in fright. The portal was now huge. Looking through it, they saw what looked like deep space.

"Holly shit!" screamed Paul. "What the Heck!?"

"Dr. Clithe! What's going on?!" asked Laura.

"The portal, it's grown!" he said in fright.

"I thought you said it would be small!"

"It should be! There isn't enough power In the whole state to make anything this big!"

"Doctor, what do we do?!"

"Shut it down!" he said without hesitation. "Shut it down now!"

Josh immediately pulled open a clear plastic case, then hit a red button on the control panel, shutting all power to the room. The machine turned off. The portal remained, but it's edges began warping, growing unstable by the second. Electrical surges and sparks of blue energy emanated form it, striking anything around it. Then it grew brighter, and yet smaller.

"Everyone down!" shouted Josh, not sure himself what would happen next. Not taking another second to think about it, everyone complied and hit the floor. The blue light suddenly exploded, sending out a shockwave that shook the room and heavily fractured the bullet proof glass. Within seconds, the blue portal was gone.

All were quiet for a moment before Dr. Clithe rose. He couldn't see out the fractured glass, but he could make out smoke. Sparks were coming out of the now damaged machine and the broken light fixtures on the ceiling.

"W...What was that?" asked Laura.

"That" said the Professor. "Was the impossible."

Paul got up, but had already broken into panic. "Hey I didn't sign up for this!" he said. "I'm out!" Acting on fight or flight instinct, he pushed his way pass Josh and opened the door.

"Paul, wait!" said Dr. Clithe. "There could be radiation!"

But it was too late. He opened the second door and turned the corner to the exit door, but found that the explosion had jammed the lock. Josh ran up behind him and grabbed him by the scuff of the shirt. "Hey, hey get a grip!" he scolded. "You broke protocol!"

"Hey, I didn't sign up for weird science! That thing wasn't natural! I need to get out of here!"

Dr. Clithe and Laura came out now, the doors already wide open, exposing them to whatever was in the room. The doctor looked at his now ruined device.

"How, how did it get that big?" she asked, still shaken by the turn of events. "That thing had barely enough power to run a portal millimeters in size."

"I don't know" said the professor. But right now we need to get out of here and into the decontamination room. Josh, how does the door look?"

Josh shoved the pale faced Paul aside and took a kick at the door. Nothing budged. he shook his head. "Door's bent out od shape."

"Alright, then let's call security..."

Clithe was interrupted when Laura let out a loud, high pitch scream in fright. The rest turned to look at her. She was pointing to the middle of the room, her eyes fixed wide open. They all looked, then froze. not with the only way out blocked.

Through the smoke, and humanoid figure came into view. They could barely see him under the flickering remains of the light from above and from the ambient light still coming from the observation room. He had on a golden helmet with two long, arching horns coming out of it. He had a green, foreign jacket on, and in his hand was a highly sophisticated, otherworldly scepter.

As the figure took a step forward, the group pressed up against the wall.

"W-who are you?" asked Dr. Clithe nervously.

The figure, who's face was still obscured from the smoke and the dim lighting, just stood staring at them, looking at his surroundings. "Where am I?" he asked.

Clithe gulped. "Y-you're in the East Tech lab at the Roschell University. Where do you think you are?"

The man tilted his head. "Earth?"

Paul took a deep, exasperated gasp. "Y-y-you're an alien?"

Josh elbowed him in the side, but was honestly wondering the same thing. They did just open a portal through the universe after all.

The man didn't answer that question. Instead he seemed focused on something else. He pointed his scepter, which was now glowing blue, at them threateningly. Clithe stepped back. "Where is the Tesseract?"

"The what?" Clithe asked.

"The Tesseract! I can only be on Earth, and my final destination was the Tesseract! This is S.H.I.E.L.D. is it not?"

Paul thought for a moment, relaxed. He smiled. "Oh, ha ha, you got me! Where's the camera!" He stepped forward, showing no fear of the man. "What is this, Impractical Jokers? Is Rob behind this?"

"You think this to be a joke?" said the man, cross.

"Dude, come on, I'm on to you. Tesseract? S.H.I.E.L.D.? You're supposed to be Loki, aren't you? This is some elaborate prank!"

Clithe just shook his head. He knew he wasn't involved in any prank. But then how did Paul know so much about this character? But Dr. Clithe spent much of his time working, and knew little on popular culture.

Loki took a few steps forward, showing his face. "I may be the God of Mischief, but believe me..." he then thrust his scepter into Paul's chest. Paul jerked in surprise, but the went rigid.

"Hey!" screamed Josh. He went to go forward, but stopped when he realized the scepter didn't pierce him. Instead, Paul's body went limp. His hands extended, and his eyes went dark, then bright blue. Loki pulled back, then said "Now let me ask you again, where is the Tesseract?"

Paul looked at him, then shook his head, nervous. "It isn't here, Sir" he said. He spoke now not out of fear, but out of pure reverence for the man before him. He was now under his control. "Wow, you, you're real."

"Of course I'm real" said Loki unimpressed.

"No, you don't understand. In this world, you're a... a movie character."

"A movie?" asked Loki, perplexed.

"What is going on here?" asked Dr. Clithe, now agitated. "Is this a joke? Movie characters? Is this some kind of a joke Mr. Bartley?!"

Loki sighed. "How about..." he walked up to Dr. Clithe, then thrust his scepter out and stabbed him as well. "We all get on the same page, shall we?"

Josh and Laura looked in horror as the doctor soon came under Loki's influence. At first, they too began to wonder if this was some kind of joke. But after seeing the professor's eyes go dark and the blue magic work its way into his eyes, they realized that, despite how impossible this might seem, this was indeed the real Loki. Joshthen in panic ran to the still jammed door and tried desperately to open it.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Loki as he walked to him. Josh was cornered, but wasn't about to go down without a fight. Below him, he saw one of the loose pipes from the destroyed machine. He grabbed it and threw it at Loki with all his might, but it just bounced off his head like it was nothing. He then charged the man, throwing a punch. But Loki grabbed his fist in mid punch with little effort. He shook his head, then thrust the scepter into Josh's chest, winning yet another slave.

Laura was now alone, scared out of her mind. This was too much for anyone to take in, but she had to keep her head clear. She had to ignore the fact that this was impossible and focus on containing this... whatever this was. While Loki was preoccupied with Josh, she ran back to the control room and hid behind the council. She pulled out her cell phone and, with shaking fingers, dialed 911. She panted was she waited for someone to pick up. Then, swiftly from out of nowhere, Loki's feet appeared from under the desk. With one swift movement, a hand reached under and grabbed her by her arm, yanking her out. She squealed in fear and protest as he lifted her up and held her out in front of him in mid air. Just as the operator picked up, Loki thrust the scepter into her chest. Within seconds, she felt as if she was being yanked out of her own body as another, mindless servant, sharing both her personality, skills, and memories, and was put in control while she was shoved back into the subconscious of her own head.

"911, what is your emergency?" asked the operator.

Laura, who's flickering blue eyes were locked onto Loki, simply answered. "Sorry. False alarm. My boyfriend didn't tell me he was home." Then she just hung up. Loki let her down, now that she was obedient. In walked Josh, Paul and Drake, all now under Loki's complete control.

"Now that we're all on the same side, we can get some answers. Where do we..."

Then, back out in the testing room, a series of hard knocks came form the other side of the damaged doors. "This is security. Are you alright it in there?"

Loki, who bore a striking resemblance to Tom Hiddlestone, grinned.


CROSSOVER

Breaking the Fourth Wall


Hello everyone! If you are new to this story, then you should know that this is actually a reboot. I wrote the original with little to no experience in writing (or any outline, or idea for that matter), and decided to make some serious changed to make the story flow better and improve on the plot, as well as set things up for future sequels.

For those of you who read the original story, thanks for bearing with me as I go through a George Lucas phase and improve on my original story. As you have already noticed, I changed Dr. Clithe from the outcast scientist in the original story to a renowned professor, and his original motive was not to prove that fictional worlds are real, but in fact discovered them by accident. Laura has also gone through some major changes, her character being one of my major problems in the first story. She's not just some Mary Sue now, but rather a major importance to the plot. I hope I can improve on the other OCs in this story as well.

Well, thank you all for jumping on the bandwagon here. I ...

(Deadpool comes bursting through the bedroom door up the stares to the author's basement room) Sup! I brought the soda and the chimichangas! Now we can... Aw what the hell! You started without me?!

(Sigh). Right. If you are new, than I should also tell you that Deadpool, who speaks with a bold underline, comments along with me either at the beginning or end of every chapter. He just showed up one day after I brought him onboard as a character in this story and he won't leave me alone!

Hi everybody! Your friendly neighborhood Merc with a Mouth is here!

Last story, he will be PG-13. I realize you are all aware of his new R rated status, but I want to keep this thing friendly for minors, and I honestly don't see why one can't be funny and clean at the same... (dodges a large studio lamp Deadpool just launched at him, which crashes into and destroys bed). WHAT THE... DUDE! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME! Where did you even get that thing anyway?

You're trying to censor me! That's like, that's like censoring Ghandi!

That's not even close.

Depends on who you ask. But seriously, why bring me along if you're just going to restrain me anyway?

(Sigh) Because the readers would boycott this story or even worse hack my account, find my secret identity, and send threats!

That's only if they find you. Besides, I think I wpulf... sorry, typo, would shoot you before they show up anyway.

Do that, and you cease to exist.

Oh that's right. I'm just a figment of your imagination. And you are an unemployed 20 something year old dude who forgot how to use a razor, living in his parent's basement who writes fanfiction.

He's lying! I financially secure and live in a nice apartment complex!

That still makes me a figment of your imagination.

We... actually you have me there.

Well now that we're all on the same page again, let me ask you this: why are we rebooting this thing again?

I literally just wrote that like five paragraphs ago!

But have you read your PMs? People loved the original! Heck, they begged you not to delete the old one!

Yes, but like I said, I can do better.

Wow, you really are George Lucas aren't you?

I'll take that as a compliment.

But seriously, we need to talk about this "censorship" thing.

None negotiable.

I detest! You think I'm just going to take this lying down? You can't tell me what to do! I'm my own merc! I want my rights! I can't be... (author hands Deadpool a big burlap sack of money. Deadpool promptly shuts up and extends his hands like a baby wanting a rattler with big, pleading eyes. Grabs the bag and squints his eyes in joy). Yay! I'm comfortably well off! Now I can finally get that Deadpool themed car! I'm calling it the carpool. Ha? Ha?

Puns, really?

It's puns or swearing.

Ugh, fine! Anyway, hope I caught your attention in this story. Please let me know what you think so far!

Oh, and for all you freeloaders out there who read but are too lazy to write a few reviews on your keyboards, just know that I'm liable to hunt you down and...

OK! Let's just move along with this! Please review and let me know what you think so far.

-Batman

Wow, still calling yourself that?

Shut up.