A/N: Before we dive into this chapter (which is just filler), lemme answer a few questions from two of my reviewers.

1) HEROS CENTRAL: "Thank you for answering half of my question, but I believe there is still places like California, and Middleburg still uncounted for. It seems that in order for this question to be answered, I must ask these questions only in new locations. Guess the other question besides my casualty questions is who is the Avengers of this universe?"
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MarcellusMiro66: "Well, I saw the Avengers: Endgame teaser and its subsequent Super Bowl TV Spot when they came out, so I would try to write this universe based on what I've seen in the trailers. Yes, New York and San Francisco (indicated by Ant-Man And The Wasp) are mostly deserted and reminiscent of a ghost town. No, this doesn't mean that all of the cities' denizens have been reduced to dust. And yes...Earth is a complete mess after Thanos completed his mission. Also, you asked about the Avengers of this universe. I would also like to mention (if I hadn't already) that the original Avengers exist, just not in this particular universe."
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The Avengers are listed as such: Tadashi Hamada / Iron Man, Flynn Rider / Captain America / Nomad, Maui / Thor, Rapunzel / Black Widow / White Widow, Wreck-It Ralph / The Hulk, and Kristoff Bjorgman / Hawkeye. I know that these casting choices may seem confusing and even controversial, but there's a reasonable explanation for them...which can be saved for another time.

2) Minecraft dude 1: "This story is really interesting and cool. One question though: Will you bring back the others that disappeared/died in this story if the heroes who disappeared/died in movie come back in Endgame?"
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MarcellusMiro66: "In a way. Kevin Feige has explained that after Endgame, the setting will be changed irrevocably; meaning, while there are some resurrections, the characters that end up dead will stay dead. Then again, he could be lying not unlike the Russo Brothers, but I'm taking his words to heart."

So, with that said, enjoy! If you can...


"How do you know my son?"

The citizens continued to aim their weapons at the walking-and-talking duck for a few more moments before the standoff was ultimately diffused. It wasn't just to perceive everyone and everything that suddenly fell out of the sky as a credible threat, but also to fully process that the credible "threat" standing a few feet before them was an anthropomorphic duck. The anthropomorphic duck in question clearly meant no harm to them, judging by the facial expression that gave away hints of what appeared to be worry and concern. Even so, a flurry of determination remained in her eyes and body language until Rita mustered up the courage to approach her.

The duck pilot lowered her defenses and examined the woman from head to toe. "I assume you're the mother?"

"I am."

She nodded and approached more carefully, "Mrs. Loud, my name is Della Duck...and I'm a pilot. I'm looking for Lincoln because he may know something that I don't. I don't want to hurt him. And before you say anything else, I've been stuck on the Moon for 10 years or more. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm pissed off. I miss my sons' birth and their first 10 years or more of their childhood thus far. You, on the other hand, have been there for your son every step of the way. I imagine it's...quite eventful, for lack of a better term. I'm only here because I needed to get home to my family and what do I find? The majority of Duckburg turning to dust, my family nowhere in sight, and myself tearing half of the city apart to find them. I didn't want to assume that they were among the victims, so I traveled all over to find them. And then...I traveled lightspeed, which led me here. To Planet C-53."

Taking a few more tentative steps forward, Della observed the townspeople before her. It was clear that they were purely driven out of mere fear and anxiety of witnessing someone like her just landed from outer space. Rita noticed this as well and lowered her Remington, instead letting it dangle by her side as they both continued their approach towards one another.

"Earth. It's called Earth."

"I'm fully aware of the planet's name. Yes, this is Earth. But no...it's not my Earth. It's an Earth populated by strange, abnormal, and primitive creatures called humans. So, I'm sorry, but as far as I'm concerned, this is just Planet C-53."

"Okay, fine. Planet C-53. You can call it whatever you want. The point is, I don't know where my son is, and even if I did, why would I tell you?"

"Were you not listening to me? I said I don't want to hurt Lincoln Loud; I just wish to talk to him. He may be the key to fixing the circumstances we've found ourselves in. Believe me, I know how you feel. You're missing your son, I'm missing my family. So let's make a deal: I'll help you find Lincoln if you help me find my family."

"How do we know we can trust you?"

"You don't have to. It's your choice."

All the while, the townspeople nervously watched their tense back-and-forth as their firearms were left dangling by their sides.

"I trust you."

Everybody now turned toward Lucy, who bravely stepped forward and take her place beside her mother. "I want to find Lincoln, too. A few days before he went missing, he said something about...being in the endgame now."

At her words, Della contemplated them whilst rubbing her chin. A look of realization dawned upon her face as she marched forward some more. "Let's get to work, then."

"Hold on," Miguel protested as he slung his submachine gun over his shoulders, "Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?"

"We really can't do anything at the moment, Miguel," Jackie did the same, "Lincoln's been missing since Thursday night. Besides, she did say it's our choice to trust her."

Principal Huggins approached the pilot, "Considering that he was last seen here in Royal Woods, we should use it at a starting point."

"We have been, Principal Huggins," Camille McCauley groaned in exasperation just as her brother Caleb stomped from behind and added, "We've been doing so since only yesterday."

"What if Lincoln isn't in Royal Woods?" Gabby shrugged her shoulders.

"What do you mean?" Lindsay turned towards her.

"What I mean is... I may or may not have seen Lincoln run back presumably to his house with a few of his friends in tow, the day he went missing."

"Ugh! Why didn't you say something, Gabs?" Camille groaned in annoyance.

"I didn't think it was relevant to bring up at the moment," Gabby defended herself.

"Gabby, who else was with Lincoln that day?" Rita leaned down to her level.

"Clyde, Lincoln's girlfriend, Lincoln's other girlfriend, a really tall blonde girl, a punk-rock girl their age, and an older punk-rock girl with a pixie cut."

"Luna..." Sam murmured under her breath in terror. Only a few selective people knew about her crush on the punk-rock musician such as Lori and Leni, but many others had their own suspicions. "So... Luna's gone with her little brother and his friends in order to save the world...?"

"Well, I didn't say that," Gabby clarified, "I just said that Lincoln and friends rushed back to his house before they went missing."

"So they could save the world," Miguel reached the only logic explanation. "The only question is... How?"

"A road trip would do. Why else would he and the others go missing during this time?"

"Jackie, that's..."

"Far-fetched? Yes, but do you have a better explanation?"

"... Not really. It's better than what I had."

"Well, we need to find them, stat." Della walked over to Belle's laptop and began typing. "Did any of you slip on some sort of tracking device on any of them?"

"My sister Lisa would've," Lucy walked to her side, "but Lincoln deactivated his two summers before. Besides, she's practically dust now. No one could've...done what she could like her."

"Not really..."

Everybody turned to a tired, exhausted, yet deep-in-thought Margo Roberts now. Still clad in her red-and-yellow staking outfit from a late-night roller derby two before, she was in desperate need of a shower and an explanation. Her parents and Paula had turned to dust before her very eyes, and being spared from that terrible event and rendered unaware of their true fates would've been far better than witnessing up close and personal what was essentially their unceremonious deaths. After learning that Lynn, who was basically her best friend since childhood, was one of the victims of this phenomenon, she was on the brink of breaking down and going on a rampage to discover whoever (or whatever) was responsible. What good would that do, though, if she had no viable leads?

"Wait here."

Margo skated towards her tent and retrieved her backpack, opening it up to locate her phone. Well, actually, it wasn't her phone or a phone: It was a technologically-advanced communicating device in the same vein of Lincoln's own communicator. Coincidentally, it was given to her by himself as something of a lighthearted joke on his hands, but she never expected to use it in case of an actual emergency.

Dialing the expected number, Margo slipped on the earpiece and waited until a voice was made through: "Please leave a message after the beep."

"Hi... Um, I don't know if you're mad at me or not, but if you are... I understand, but I need your help. The world is ending, a VIP is missing, and I'm currently shitting. Do you think that you can get in contact with one of your friends for me? If you can, that would be appreciated. And...thank you."

Hanging up, Margo exited her tent...to find the group outside her tent. She opened her mouth to say something, but her communicator beeped again. Raising a finger to evoke silence, she answered the call again:

"Hello?"

"This better be good..."

"Oh, thank heavens. Listen, please tell me he's alive and well right now."

"Well...he's been better. What do you need?"

"I think...we have an idea in the slightest about what's going on here, but we cannot confirm nor deny our suspicions until we find a VIP who just happens to our only viable lead at the moment."

. . .

"Okay... Well, I had no idea in the slightest about anything you just said, so I'm just simplify: You need him to find a VIP who could possibly infuse or diffuse your entire conspiracy theory about what's going on here and possibly the entire world?"

. . .

"Yeah, that's pretty much it."

. . .

"Ugh. This hero stuff has its limits... Okay, I can try to convince him, but he's in a bit of a funk; he lost his stepbrother, parents, and most of his friends in the skirmish."

"Do your best. I'm with a few dozen survivors here who are hell-bent on getting payback cake. Believe me, he'll want a slice."

"I'll inform you on the details. See you then."

"See you, too."

Margo hung up again as Lucy approached her.

"Who was that?"

"An old friend...whom I may or may not have pissed off sometime ago. Don't worry, she'll help us."

"How do you know?" Caleb McCauley crossed his arms.

"... I don't, really. Just a hunch."


On the other side of the communicator, Amanda Lopez took off her earpiece and turned back towards the evacuation center. She rubbed her head in frustration, already on edge from losing her grandparents in addition to three of her closest friends. Milo was there to comfort her and supply a shoulder for her to cry on, but the few times she tried to do so, she just couldn't. She assumed that all of those tears were wasted on the losses of most of her loved ones, but at the same time she doubted it.

Pulling the door open, her abrupt entry caught the attention of many a survivor.

"Where's Phineas Flynn?"


A/N: We're in the endgame now...