[Voids of Space]
"We're officially fucked." Argo groaned as he, Mayden, and Falci traveled inside a wormhole to their own universe. "We're going to all die and there's nothing we can do about it!"
"But we have the God killer on our side!" Falci said in a cheery tone.
"If we can bloody find him!" Argo shouted flailing his arms in a comical way. "That man doesn't stay in one place or even the same universe! Hell, I'm scared of what will happen if he finds out what the tournament is all about!"
"He tends to...have a bad temper." Mayden added. Falci then wore glasses that scientists or nerds wear.
"True. He would probably throw a furious fit about this tournament if we add it's intention…" he said with an intelligent tone.
"That is if we find him, and if he even wants to see us." Argo said crossing his arms.
"Well, if we can't find him now...why not that...well, sheriff skeleton?" Mayden suggested.
"You mean Anthony?" Falci said in a confused tone. Argo went into a thinking tone as he thought about it. After about three minutes he nodded.
"It's a safe bet, I'm sure we can convince him."
"Would be a lot more easier than Dragonheart...I hope." Mayden said, unsure.
"Out of the two of them, Anthony is the most reasonable." Argo said as he shook his head. "Mayden, set a course to the Death Zone." Mayden nodded as she twirled her spear and tapped it on the ground three times, the portal turning a red hue as they turned into a different direction and sped to find the recruits for the tournament.
'Hopefully they'll join, and know where that blue scaled pain in the ass is.' Argo thought with a glare.
[Death Zone, Sheriff's Office]
Anthony Skullrox was currently signing papers in his skeletal themed office. Same old same old as they say, a complaint here about howling kids, a complaint about another fight between the two swamp monsters, reports about the pyromaniac goblin, the usual. Honestly his protecting is like one big babysitting job. For the first few days it's normal; then suddenly the next day it becomes a day of problems. He would've asked the other Sheriff's for help, but they had their own problems to deal with in their districts.
"Bored...so bored." He said as he grabbed another paper from the pile next to him. "Another complaint from the zombies about food shortage, fourth one this month." He continued to read the reports from the pile next to him for the next thirty minutes, before the phone on his other side rang. He picks it up and uses his head and shoulder to hold it in place.
"Skeletal District. Sheriff Skullrox speaking." Anthony said, his expression of both boredom and a look to work.
"Uh Brother, we have some people here demanding for you here at the house." His Brother, Rodriguez said in a slightly confused and worried tone. "And right now, their kid is kinda creeping me out, no wait, he's acting like a military sergeant….and the viking looking fella is cleaning out our fridge."
"...I'm sorry what?" Anthony asked after shaking off his confused tone. "Are we getting robbed or something- what's going on over there?" Anthony got up as he put his hat on, still listening on the phone.
"No, the Viking looking guy just demanded for your presence and wants to know if your know where someone is, and he just felt hungry so that's why he's cleaning our fridge out." Rodriguez explained as in the background it sounded like someone speaking in German with a ten year old voice.
"...I'll be on my way then." he was about to hang up the phone before putting it back on. "And make sure he doesn't tear up the place yeah? Don't want a messy home for the third time this month."
"...Does that apply to the kid?"
"Depends, has he done anything yet?"
"Not that I know of- wait...wait no, nevermind." The sound of wood breaking and a vase shattering could be heard along with the sound of crazy cackling. Anthony sighed as he hanged up and started to quickly leave his office. Things seem to be getting a whole lot more interesting.
[Anthony's House]
"Sorry for the mess, he has a bit of a personality disorder." Mayden said with a nervous chuckle as she held Falci inside an energy sphere while Argo stood on the other side eating a sandwich with different kinds of meat on it.
"Why does skeletons have meat in here anyways?" Argo questioned; taking a bite of the sandwich.
"Well, one I like to create a majority of foods." Rodriguez answered. "And two...well, Drago sometimes crashes in here so I just keep food in stock." Argo stopped mid bite before he bit into his sandwich and swallowed quickly.
"Speaking of said asshole." He said placing his sandwich on a plate. "Do you know where he is?"
"I think he told me he was fighting the Marvel Zombies again...it's around that time of year." Rodriguez answered.
"The what?" Argo asked confused before shaking his head quickly. "Never mind not important, when is your brother coming?"
"I'm already here." Anthony said as he was at the door and closed it with his foot.
"Holy shit, he got here quick!" Falci blurted out offscreen. Argo sighed in annoyance at him before he turned to face him.
"Good, you're here." He started off. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here." Anthony blankly looked at him.
"Is it to clean out my fridge?" he asked, looking at the big sandwich the God made.
"No that was for my anger stress eating." Argo answered quickly. "I came here to ask you something, very important."
"What would that be?"
"First I need to ask you something else, have you heard of a being known as the Omni-King, or Zeno as he is called?"
"Hmm...isn't he the King of all? I've read about him from the local library...well, in the myth section...kind of ironic when ya think about it."
"Yes, and he is most definitely real, and will destroy universes if in a tantrum." Mayden said nodding her head. "Luckily he's not angry, but...well, let's say that this universe is at stake at what he proposed."
"Basically he made a tournament and combined 12 universes; we have to participate because it's to balance the multiverse, if we lose we get erase-" Argo said during explanation as Anthony put a hand up.
"Say no more; we're in." Anthony said as Rodriguez nodded.
"Wow that was...fantastically easy…" Falci said in a posh tone inside his energy bubble.
"If it involves keeping our world intact; we will do anything to protect it. It's what we've been doing for years." Rodriguez explained.
"Besides; boy has it been boring here." Anthony added. Argo and Maydan were surprised at how fast they were joining, but Argo quickly shook his head before he quickly got serious.
"Ok, but we need eight more contestants to join, so we need to get to recruiting." He said crossing his arms. Anthony gave a thinking tone as he cupped his chin. He then gave a knowing smile.
"I know three who are just like me and Rodriguez; good men that are apart of the Sheriff Division here in Death Realm." Anthony suggested.
"How good are we talking?" Falci asked through his bubble.
"Two of them are experienced veterans...one is still a rookie, five months, but he has the passion of a protector like the rest of us. He has done a lot of good things like a good kid he is." Anthony said. "...Despite Drago being a dick to the new guy when I first hired him...said he would die within the first week."
Argo scoffs. "He would."
"Jokes on him; he's still alive and kicking. Sometimes I wonder if Drago sounds like an ass just to be an ass." Anthony joked.
"That wouldn't be too far fetched." Argo answered with a shrug. Falci somehow got out of his bubble as he jumped onto Rodriguez's shoulders, much to his surprise.
"Oi! So where we gonna find these blokes!" he asked in an australian accent. "We're gonna need them now, cause we've only got fifty minutes before we get to the tournament."
"Just come follow me; I know what they all do on their day off." Anthony said as he gestured them to follow. Falci gained a cheerful childlike expression before he suddenly appeared on his shoulders, pointing forward like King.
"Onward my companion, we got a war to win!" Anthony stumbled from the extra weight, but got back into balance and sighed. Argo facepalmed with a groan as Mayden chuckled slightly from this. Rodriguez arched an eyebrow at the Kai's behavior, and then remembered about his personality disorder.
"It's not a war, it's a survival tournament." Argo said with an annoyed groan. "One we desperately have to survive in."
[Local Bar]
It showed a Frankenstein bartender wiping glass as he looked up, and gave a welcoming smile.
"How you doing, Frank?" Anthony said as he walked up to him to shake the big guys hand, Argo behind with crossed arms as he surveyed the entire room. Mayden stayed outside with Falci, since she didn't like walking into bars much. Frank welcomed the handshake as he gripped the sheriff's hand out of respect after putting down the cloth and cup.
"Anthony, what can I do for ya?" he asked in a deep voice.
"I'm looking for the rookie sheriff, you seen him around?" Anthony asked.
"Ah, Bevitor? He was in here earlier and took a blood martini not too long ago. He had no money so he offered to do labor to pay for it."
"Labor?" Argo asked in confusion.
"Yeah, he been out there for almost half an hour; been choppin' wood in the back." Frank said as he picked up another glass and started to clean it. Argo arched an eyebrow as he tuned out the other surrounding sounds and concentrated, sure enough he heard the sounds of wood being split and an axe thunking.
Anthony rubbed his chin. "Huh. Guess he is very noble to do so."
"Sure is! He is toughening up, but will always be kind to the folk 'round here."
"Well thanks Frank, I'll go have a chat with him, keep doing well in your bar, lad." Anthony said as he went for the back door, Argo following behind him. Frank nodded as he continued to clean the glass he was holding. Anthony opened the door the as both him and Argo hears the sound of wood being split by an axe. Who stood there chopping wood was a young man who was pale white as he had red eyes. He wore a trenchcoat like Anthony, since it was official uniform for the sheriff's, yet it resembled more of his district. For this case, he was wearing a red trenchcoat with a black vest and a red bow tie. Like Anthony he wore military boots and black pants. He looked up to see Anthony walking towards him with his hands in his pockets and smiled at him.
"Heya, boss." he said in a rather smooth voice, chopping another piece of wood and then rested the axe on his shoulder. "Must be shameful to see your own men chopping wood, eh?" he joked.
Anthony only waved it off. "I see it as an honest man paying for something he couldn't."
"Well, had to do something, can't leave a tab unpaid now could I?" Bevitor said with a small shrug.
"No, guess not." Anthony smiled as Bevitor noticed Argo was there with crossed arms. Argo was studying him. Bevitor paid no heed to it as he continued to chop wood.
"Tell me…" Argo started out as he watched him cut wood as well. "Have you ever defended a major threat before that costed your life?"
"Well, so far nothing bad has happened. Have a few run in with the pyromaniac and a few disputes, but otherwise no." Bevitor replied, chopping a wood before replacing it with another one. He raised his axe again as Argo asked his next question.
"Well, how would you feel about entering a Multiversal Tournament that would mean the end of this entire universe if we lose?" Bevitor gave a wide eyed expression and stumbled forward in shock, missing the wood completely. He stumbled back in shock as he looked at Argo and Anthony.
[Wolf District]
"How the hell did the sun go down so quickly the moment we got here?" Argo asked in confusion.
"It's how most wolves come out really. We have the tech to make them come out in werewolf form, but so far it's too expensive for most of them." Anthony answered. Argo and Mayden were quite surprised with this as Falci walked next to Rodriguez, reading a book on pets and fleas. "If you're wondering. Yes, he has that sort of technology himself."
"And you say he is the strongest of the sheriff's around here right?" Falci asked in a calming tone.
"Trust me, Good ol' Gupo is one of our best sheriffs." Anthony replied.
"Humble, loyal, and extremely straight forward." Bevitor added. Falci then switched his book to a comic as he looked up.
"And you're sure Big Bad Wolf will join?"
"He can be an asshole at times, but he means well. He'll understand." Anthony replied. They stopped at a building that resembled like police headquarters as it said "Sheriff Gudo's office" on the front of it. Anthony opened it as he walked inside. It showed a werewolf sitting on the other side as he lifted up a lighter and lit his cigarette. He had brown eyes and had a small scowl expression on his face as he looked up. His trenchcoat being fully black. His fur color was brown, and his face was a bit angular, but resembled a wolf nonetheless. His head perked up at the sound of his door opening, staring up at Anthony and his guests with him.
"If it ain't the Skeleton Sheriff and the Vampire Rookie themselves." He said in a slightly deep gravel tone. "To what do I owe this fine sight?"
"Well, Gudo, not sure if you are gonna like it or not…" Anthony said.
"Jeez, is it the Nighthowlers again?" Gudo asked annoyed. "I already had to lock up four of their members, are they pissed off still?"
"No, it's not that. I would explain it but I don't know as much as you do, so I have this fella to tell ya." Anthony said as he pointed at Argo who had crossed arms.
"Well...I'll admit, like the viking look." Gudo complimented as he leaned back with furrowed eyebrows, ready to listen.
Argo cleared his throat before standing straight. "I'll cut to the chase, I'm hoping you will have a relatively calm reaction compared to him." He said motioning his head to Bevitor who chuckled a bit. "To put this bluntly, this universe is on the threat of extinction and erased unless we win a tournament set up by the Omni-King where we will have to fight against other universes. If we lose, we're dead for good." Gudo took the cigarette out of his mouth as huffed a ball of smoke out. He gave a thinking tone as he looked away slightly. "I know it's...much to take in, but do understand what is at stake." Gudo said nothing as he got up and put the cigarette back in his mouth.
"I may not like the idea...but if we have no choice and no one else is standing up, then I'll gladly help this out." he said with a nod. Argo nodded with a bow as Falci and Mayden did the same.
"Thank you for understanding." Argo said straightening up again. Suddenly a little wolf like man got thrown threw a window as he was dizzy, causing majority of the groups to jolt in surprise, minus Gudo, Anthony, and Argo.
"Hey Gudo, Woodsman is here." the wolf said with a dazed tone.
"Fantastic. Drunk bastard…" Gudo muttered the last part as he went over to the door. He opened it to see a big brute of a man in a red lumberjack outfit as he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and a rather unique looking axe in other.
"EY! *HIC* HOW YA DOIN' YA BIG BAD WOLF! *HIC*" he stuttered out drunkenly as Gudo pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Argo looked at Anthony with an arched eyebrow in confusion.
"...This happens about every few weeks...we tend to get use to this." he replied. Argo simply stared as Falci sat on one of the chairs smoking a bubble pipe and wearing a Sherlock Holmes hat reading a mystery book.
"Look Woody-." Gudo tried to say.
"No, YOOOOUUU listen to me…..WOLF!" The Hunstman cutted him off. "I should've filled you w-with bigger stones, then maybe *HIC* you would b-be gone for good-d." Gudo rolled his eyes as he turned him around and patted his back.
"Let's get back to your house, you need rest big man." Gudo said patting his back as he calmly pushed him as the Huntsman allowed him to as he stumbled a bit from his drunkenness.
"I-I don't need to rest you overgrown *HIC* Fleabag!" The Huntsman drunkenly said with a laugh. Argo shook his head as he stared at the duo leaving.
"Well, at least we have him in, now where's the last fighter you mentioned?" He asked turning to Anthony.
"He's at the Cemetery, visiting relatives." Anthony replied with a shrug.
"Who visits family at a cemetery besides at funerals?" Falci asked confused.
"Well, you feel at home at a cemetery if you are a Zombie." Rodriguez replied as he followed Anthony, who was already walking.
"Oh right...wait what?" Falci said with a surprised tone.
"Hm...well it's not like I haven't seen supernatural things before." Argo shrugged. Mayden herself shrugged as she trailed behind the two brothers, Argo and Falci catching up close behind.
[Zombie District; Cemetery]
Argo expected as much that this district smelled of blood and rotten flesh. Falci had a clothespin on his nose while Mayden just covered her nose with a handkerchief.
"Many tend to get use to the smell...people from other planets...not so much." Anthony explained as there was a light fog in the area. Argo crossed his arms as he looked around the cemetery. As expected, there were a lot of tombstones, big and small. Soon the group started to hear the sound of a shovel being struck into the dirt. Argo and his group looked around the area, looking for the source. In the distance, they see an individual digging into the dirt as it showed some features, including long hair.
"That are guy or just the Gravekeeper?" Falci asked with a monocle on.
"Our sheriff IS a Gravekeeper." Rodriguez responded, looking over his shoulder.
"Oh...does he do the typical "Brains" wording?" Falci asked mimicking how a zombie says brains.
"Not exactly...he is more of the biker type of guy." Anthony explained. Falci stared at him confused as Mayden and Argo just shrugged at him. As they walked into view they saw the figure in more detail. He wore a green fedora as he had a dark green trench coat, under it being a black vest, wearing the same black jeans and boots like Anthony. He looked up to see the group walking towards them as he stuck his shovel into the ground.
"Yo Anthony, what brings you here to my neck of the woods." He said in a deep grim like tone, putting a hand on his hip.
"I was wonderin' if you would like to join somethin...it's important to this universe." Anthony said in a serious tone.
"...It's that bad, hm?" He asked with a head tilt. "That God friend of yours finally snap or something?"
"Not exactly…" the Zombie Sheriff looked over to see Argo walking over next to Anthony.
"Who's the Viking?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. "He here to meet a dead relative, cause if so, Eric the Red just left half an hour ago."
"...Though that sounds rather interesting; no I'm not here for that." Argo said shaking his head. "I am Argo, the God of Destruction of this universe, and I'm here to recruit warriors for an upcoming Tournament that will decide the fate of our Universe."
"We are a few short, but with you, it can even up the lines...plus you are one of my best sheriff to ever have in Dead Realm." Anthony explained.
"...What's his name by the way?" Falci asked.
"Morto Che Cammina." the zombie sheriff, now named Cammina answered.
"Okay, just makin' sure." Falchi replied as he suddenly had aviator glasses.
"So if it's not too much to ask." Mayden said stepping forward a bit. "Will you participate?"
Cammina stared for a moment as he crossed his arms. "As a sheriff to this world, we all made a promise to the people of Dead Realm; to protect them by all means necessary from any potential threat that comes our way." he said with a stern tone. "So if this tournament is to depend the fate to those I care about...I'll gladly participate."
"Fantastic!" Falci said raising his arms up in victory. "We got our fighters recruited!"
"Not yet we don't." Argo said killing his mood. "We only have five warriors on us now, we're short another five."
"Well poo." Falci said in a disappointed downed tone before getting back to his cheerful one. "No matter! We just need to find Drago."
"And that is the problem...he is always everywhere when it comes to whatever he does." Mayden explained as she bit her thumb.
"So how do we go on finding the bastard?" Argo questioned with crossed arms as he turned to the Skullrox brothers. "You two know a way to find him?"
Anthony checked his watch as he looked at it. "Well, he usually comes into my house at night time...sometimes very late. Usually to take out a big amount of meat from the fridge to eat."
"So when is he coming then?" Falci asked leaning forward expectantly. "We got to get him soon, then we can worry about the last four fighters." Anthony stared at his watch a bit longer before he looked up.
"...He is coming in about 5 minutes." he said calmly, but instead this caused Argo to jolt back in surprise.
"What?!" He shouted with widen eyes. "Why are we standing here for then, let's get going then!" He then started to fly off, leaving a crimson red energy line behind him as he powered up to move faster. Everyone stood silently as Cammina just shrugged.
"Well, better get going before this guy accidently break something with his speed-" he tried to say until suddenly the sound of something being crashed was heard in the background.
"FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Mayden flinched when she heard her "brother" shout, sighing a bit she gently floated up and sped up after him, leaving a deep bluish green energy line behind her. Falci peeked into the screen as he looked at the audience.
"Well, ain't that a big load of viking mess." he said jabbing his thumb in that direction before he sped off, leaving Rodriguez and the four sheriffs standing there.
"...Are most gods like this?" Bevitor asked with crossed arms and an arched eyebrow. He suddenly felt a pat on the head by the werewolf.
"It's best you don't try to question these gods, kid." Gudo said shaking his head. Cammina started to follow the skeleton brothers. Gudo doing the same as he scratched his chin. Bevitor just stared before catching up with the others. It took a few minutes, almost three minutes before they made it to Anthony's place, instantly seeing Argo in the doorway, where he had made a giant hole where the door used to be.
Anthony gave a half lidded expression as the three sheriffs made an anime sweat on their heads. "Well mark that as one thing I gotta do later…"
"One: I'm a God of Destruction, you should've expected something like this." Argo said holding a finger up. "And two: if it involves finding that blasted Draconian, I'll do what I need to do."
"Just don't go too crazy, alright? I already got some problems to deal with later on." Anthony said with a shrug.
"I won't promise you that, but I'll try...if it can be helped."
"Someone called for me?" a deep voice was said as Argo looked up and looked over his shoulder. Their standing in his black armor with crossed arms, looking rather bored and as always annoyed, was Drago Dragonheart. "Hello again, wannabe Viking God."
"...Regardless of what you think of me…" Argo said as he fully faced him. "...We need to talk." Drago gave a furrowed eyebrow as he kept his arms crossed.
Authors Note: Do not own anything, all right go to their respective owners. This story will be crossoverish, you'll see what I mean.