Hello there!

So, here's my new fiction. Fair warning, this is a borderline cross over between The Expendables and The One.

''Why borderline?'' Do you ask. Well, because we are using the technology, not the storyline or characters in the movie The One.

So, that being said, anything related to both The Expendables or The One don't belong to me. I only got my OC and the original storyline of this fiction.

This fiction is an actual challenge I gave myself after writing a short version of it for, well, fun.

I truly hope you enjoy it and that you remember that this fiction is rated M for many good reasons.

Enjoy your reading,

Pavs.

Prologue

Sometimes there are things that can't be explained. Not that there isn't a perfectly sound explanation to them but because even if the answer was given to us, the shock alone would prevent our brain to even acknowledge one simple answer.

One could always have his or her brain generate the question: ''What the fuck?'' while facing the answer, freeze, or become generally incoherent to the point of hearing Hale Caesar asking if I could smell burnt toast.

And maybe, just maybe, while facing this absolute fucking mystery of a deranged version of Alice in Wonderland, you could find yourself looking at Barney fucking Ross like an absolute fucking idiot while stating: ''Holy fuck, you're real'' seconds before you fainted.

Because why not?

''Because they are fucking mercenaries, that's why, you moron! You were supposed to be careful not to render them suspicious, you absolute walking mess!'' I thought to myself as I could smell something truly awful.

''Well, there you go sweetheart,'' Doc said as I suddenly woke up.

I sat up and looked at him. While his voice had been soft, I couldn't help but notice the tension in the room.

''I…I…'' I stuttered before Barney once again appeared in front of me.

''Will you explain this?'' the man said as he showed me my journal, and it was my turn to tense up. ''Can we begin with why the fuck shouldn't we be real, or would you rather explain how you know so many things about us?''

He looked deadly, which would have been badass if not directed at me. Now it was just fucking scary. What was that funny meme saying before all this mess started?

Oh yeah.

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself facing your favorite fictional character(s)?

I'd laughed while I saw a bunch of comments saying that it was cute unless your favorite characters were either anti-heroes or psychopaths. Or extremely hot, depending on the circumstances.

I wasn't laughing now.

I was fucking terrified.