A fan fiction collaboration between thetruecrystalvixen and Valetineluna.
'We fuel our fandom; we embrace the oddity and uniqueness with passion and elation.'
This is a cross-over fan fiction/ self-indulgence. Somewhat prompted and inspired by a discussion I had with someone over what our universe is to other realities.
Disclaimer: Characters based on any real (living or not) have had their names changed for obvious reasons of protection.
Rick and Morty (c) Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon
Undertale (c) Toby Fox
Gravity Falls (c) Alex Hirsch
Opening- Summary
The world is as we see it: the perception of the viewer's eyes, no more or no less. Governed by a certainty of principles in time and set purpose. Ever changing, yet remaining the same to the cosmos as it has for millennia.
As it would seem and expected to be.
However, that is not the case at all. It is true that the world is certainly set by an order of rules; nature is defined by the very definition time and repetition. Seasons come and go, oceans fall from the melting of ice or dawn of new ice ages, mountains twist and rise under the strain of tectonic force. The march of evolution follows these rules as well, as nothing can adapt instantaneously overnight, a fish didn't wake up one morning and believed it could breathe air.
No more than a snail could teach itself to fly; evolution takes an arduous pace of time.
The primary- or to say, the denizens that believed they were in control of the world were no different. They evolved over millions of years from one-celled organisms, to fish, then reptilian mammals. However, finding their niche as minuscule rodents they saved their ancestry from the apocalyptic regime the dinosaurs faced, eventually emerging and evolving into ape-like beings and finally psychotic bipeds with an obsession for fiscal earnings and mental disorders.
Advancing of thousands of years of war, culture, development and uncountable acts of genocides- not to mention a fair few lost civilisations and islands, the species of humanity had dawned into the era of their global calendar, marking their 2000 year of existence after a very well-meaning man had asked everyone to be nice to each other.
His story ended up with him being nailed to a tree.
Many of the Earths inhabitants believed in some deity form or another, which prompted many wars, disagreements and land grabbing to sort out whose God or Gods was/were the best. Frankly it seemed more like a childish squabbling over who had the best sand castle than anything well-meaning and kind.
Then again, what is to be expected by a species whose world literally means dirt.