All the bad press that crossovers get is undeserved. Please read my fic and treat it with kindness.


CHAPTER 1: TWEAKIN' THE TELEPORTER

If it were possible for a human being to arrive at LittleBigPlanet by any other means than a PS3 or a crazy dream, they would find a much different scene awaiting them. No MyMoons could be seen anywhere, just the massive orb of cloth and creativity that is the Planet, floating in outer space. In orbit around this central hub, thousands of cardboard spacecraft hover, brown satellites simple in outward appearance, but a powerhouse of ingenuity on the inside. Each one containing a precious cargo, a dormant Sackboy or Sackgirl just waiting to explode into play, creation, or sharing. If we were, at this time, to zoom out to a particular craft, our story would finally begin.

No, not that one, the other one! The one with a blue paint job! There you go.

Murrgh... Morning already. Get up.

CRASSHHH!!

OK... other side... of bed... coffee... need coffee...

Shiny dark-blue feet rubbed across the same-colored carpet, unwilling to believe that it was time to get up. Nylo rubbed his watering button eyes, reaching for the coffeepot...

And jumped the other way with a yelp, as the static charge built up in his feet manifested itself in the form of a large spark that jumped over to the metal handle of the pot. Being made of nylon sure is a pain sometimes, he thought to himself as he poured himself a mug of coffee.

Nylo was, in fact, made of cloth. He was a bona fide Sackboy, from the crown of his oversized head to his boot-like cone-shaped feet. His skin was dark-blue nylon with white racing stripes running down his sides and arms, and his innards were plushy cotton. A large zipper ran down his front, and his eyes were jet-black discs of some kind of aluminum. In short, a typical inhabitant of LittleBigPlanet. His wide, expressive mouth curved into a frown as he gulped the hot brown drink. Normally, he was pretty happy when he got up, ready to start a new day full of fun, adventure, and- most importantly- bubble collecting.

Of course, normally he didn't get up before noon. But today was different. Cottley was unveiling his latest invention, and he expected everyone (Nylo, Tomomi, and Roscoe, actually- the only people who were friends to the nerdy Sackboy) to be there as early as possible. According to Cottley, this was the best way to "Unveil my awesome project of much science!!," to quote him directly. As far as Nylo was concerned, however, sciencey gizmos were just as shiny and useless at one-thirty in the afternoon as they were at the crack of dawn. But, Cottley was inflexible and would not be dissuaded when science was involved.

That was why, at an hour that usually would find him in bed, he trudged his way through the last part of the flaming death swamp that he had traversed so many times before, and wearily rung the doorbell of Cottley's "Mega Awesome Science Lair," which looked from the outside to be little more than a simple cardboard clubhouse.

"YOU MAY ENTER!!!"

The sudden burst of sound from above Nylo's head nearly shattered his eardrums, the shock causing him to topple back into the swamp. Several muffled yells and shrieks came from below, then Nylo crawled back up onto the ledge, panting. He shook a mini-crocodile off his foot and crept cautiously through the door, into the lab.

Beakers, vials, and expanding gas from a dozen unfinished chemistry projects obscured Nylo's vision as he walked into the room. Brushing aside some wires and tubes, he saw a brown leather Sackboy in a grey jacket slouching on a futon with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, Roscoe."

"Yo."

"Um... where's Tomomi?"

For answer, Roscoe merely pointed at the ceiling. Nylo started to look up but before he could complete the motion, a blur of floral print, denim, and green plunged from the ceiling with a loud yell -"HEYYYYYYY, NYLLLOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

THUD!

Recovering from his short faint, Nylo looked up to see a smiling Sackgirl with floral print skin, jeans, and a green blouse sitting cross-legged on his stomach. "Oh, Tomomi, good to see you. Would you mind getting off me?" Still smiling, Tomomi stood up and moved over to stand by Roscoe.

"Hi, Nylo. Glad to see you're in a reasonably good mood. Judging by the unusually large number of contraptions just sitting around and the new 'sound system,' I think we're in for some seriously mad science."

Nylo attempted a small smile, but only succeeded in a grimace. Apparently his friends had found out about Cottley's near-deadly loudspeaker as well.

"Greetings, fellow lovers of science. Today we continue to break the boundaries of the quantum universe! I, Professor Cottley, will guide you into the realm of PURE AWESOMNESS!!!"

"Give it a rest, Cottley! We all know the drill by now: get up early, come over here, ooh and aah at your latest geek project, and then get on with our lives."

Cottley, a Sackboy with the stereotypical glasses and geek shirt of any nerd, frowned at Roscoe from where he stood on a large pedestal near some giant robots in progress. "Roscoe, please. I'm simply trying to set the mood for-"

"Don't give us that crap. Science only has a 'mood' in your little fantasy world. We would be greatly obliged if you would actually show us what you made us come here to see."

Cottley sighed in irritation as he clambered down from his pedestal, which slid back down into the floor as soon as the Proximity Sensor attached to it was deactivated. "Alright, fair enough. Follow me, then."

Nylo, Roscoe, and Tomomi followed him into the back room, where a Teleporter Box stood on a large metal platform, hooked up to a large ring made of Dark Matter. Two Spotlights shone upon the mammoth contraption, and a Three- Way Switch was sitting next to the Box, connected to it via a series of Magnetic Switches.

Pasting a large grin on his face, Cottley turned and waved his hand dramatically at the bulky contrivance. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "This is the MegaGate 9000, the greatest invention since the Popit- if I do say so myself."

"Umm... what is it? Looks like a treadmill to me."

Cottley glowered at Roscoe for the second time in as many minutes. "No, it is not a treadmill, idiot. This is an interdimensional teleporter. It moves Sackpeople and objects between worlds."

Nylo raised his hand politely, not wanting to be yelled at. "Excuse me, Cottley but, um- doesn't a Teleporter Box already do that?"

Cottley raised his finger triumphantly. "Yes, you would think that but that would be a huge error on your part. You see, the Teleporter Box only moves objects around a level. This baby has the power to move them between levels. The Dark Matter amplifies it- somehow- and a portal forms inside the ring. I've already tested it on some bits and pieces of stuff that were lying around in my lab, and it worked perfectly. "

From somewhere near the door, Nylo could her Roscoe muttering something about dumping junk in people's living rooms. His attention was more focused on Cottley, though. For once, he had actually made something impressive with all his tinkering. Noticing that Cottley was moving and talking again, Nylo returned his attention to the MegaGate. Cottley pulled left on the Three-Way Switch, bringing the Red Magnetic Key together with the Red Switch. The MegaGate roared into life, spewing bolts of red energy into the room, and shockwaves through the ears of the guests. Some of the bolts then coalesced into a whirlpool of light inside the ring.

"Now, this is what the gate looks like when it's forming a 'Forward Tube,' or portal that takes stuff away from the Gate," he roared above the maelstrom of sound. "If I can find something to throw in-"

But we shall never know what would happen to anything Cottley threw in, because at that precise moment, everything chose to go absolutely wrong- which it did with gusto.

The noise issuing from the MegaGate reached a fever pitch, with the bolts of energy doing so in almost perfect unison. Nylo, turning to ask Cottley the rather stupid question, "Is something wrong with it?" felt a mysterious tightening around his waist. Looking down, he saw that a snaking filament of energy had clamped itself around him. Before he could do so much as cry out, he was whisked into the portal with a rapidity that was almost painful. Looking back into the room for the few moments, he saw his three friends beginning to realize the horror of the circumstances. Then the hole that was his only remaining window into his home world closed, and he was left speeding in a daze through a red and lonely world of brightness and noise.


One of the main problems with crossovers is that the plot device used to transport a character to another world is not explained in detail. But Cottley's MegaGate is more than just a flash in the pan.