A lot of people know that one encounter is an incident.
That two encounters are nothing but a coincidence.
But three encounters... Is a pattern.
This is a pattern that only very few have noticed. When the worlds collided, it was almost seamless. Multiple worlds collided and got stitched together almost perfectly. While most cross paths every now and then and pay no mind, some recognize some familiar faces. Some don't recognize them at first. But an occasional conversation may jog some memories. And a major example was about to take place.
"That's just great. One of the coolest mercenaries left to just sit around to do..."
The merc looks around his house. Bored out of his mind. This particular mercenary was none other than Deadpool. Real name: Unknown. However, most sources state that it was Wade Wilson. He donned a black and red suit, has a couple of guns, and a pair of katanas. And, well, just a major crazy-ass in general. No thanks to the Weapon X program he once enrolled in.
"...Nothing." Deadpool continued his sentence.
Slumping back into his chair. The Merc with a Mouth looks up to the ceiling. Sure, he could just pop out of this reality and into the next to get some free time, and possibly even cameo in that world. "Then again, I did feel like some cliched crossover event happened while I was just about to get ready for the day. Wouldn't be the first time." What Deadpool said was particularly true-
"Shut up, writer. Can't you see I'm having a moment?"
Oops. Uh... Sorry about that.
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...May I continue on?
"Sure, whatever."
Right. Either way, you're just bored as hell.
"Sure am, kid."
Anyways... Deadpool was in fact telling a truth. It would not be the first time he'd be involved in some multiversal crisis. In fact, it'd be... What? Second? Third?
"Fourth, counting Ultimate Marvel Vs. Capcom 3."
Oh! Yeah. Four counting UMVC3. Would've been the fifth if the X-Men weren't cut in Infinite. I guess that this would be the fifth one.
"Hold on, wait wait wait... Fifth major one? I was never introduced in that sequence beforehand!"
Well, now you know, DP. Take a look outside the night window.
Deadpool opens up his window, looking outside. He has only now noticed that there are noticeable changes. Creatures of all shapes and sizes were roaming the streets of New York. Newer parlor tricks were created thanks to this convenient merge. Consisting of parlor tricks that involved Pokemon and magical abilities. There's more of it where it came from as well. Quirks, Epithets and Conduits roam the streets side by side. Some become vigilantes, others crooks, all of them constantly at conflict at one another. But among all of these extraordinary people, Deadpool would not be ready for a fateful reunion that night.
"Writer, what the hell are you on about with that 'reunion'?"
Oh, you'll see DP. Because I have a gift for you. And it's coming in 3... 2... 1...
RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIING!
"I like the way you do it, buddy." Deadpool, now invigorated that there are now a lot more customers to fill his pockets, walks to the phone. Picking it up, he eagerly listens in on the job. It was a job to assist a particular creature that was running about in the city. The description was that this was a human-like woman. With the key difference being her cat-like behavior and features. With a noteworthy tail and large blue hair.
"A catwoman with blue hair? Never knew she was into that weird hairdye. What else, she carry a whip and looks like a dominatrix?" Deadpool chuckles to himself at his own joke. But what came out of the caller's description sounded particularly both familiar and interesting.
"No. She's unarmed. And uh... Half-naked, I guess?"
"Blue hair... Half-naked... Cat features... Does she have a good voice?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Worth a shot. Either way, tell me where she is, and I'll come deal with your little feline problem."
The phone caller goes silent for a bit. Before it picks up again.
"She's walking on the streets of the city, just around the Neo Time's Square in New York."
"Neo Time's Square? Don't remember a name change. But ya know what? I'm not gonna ask. I got the message though. Thanks for the tip, bud."
"I'll pay you after the job's done then. Good luck, sir." The phone hangs up and Deadpool has a satisfied smile on his face. "You know... Maybe this new crossover event might just be up my alley."
As Deadpool prepares himself for the job ahead of himself, we will now swap perspectives to the other end of the spectrum, right where he needs to be. At the New Time's Square within New York...
Felicia is an optimistic catwoman that only wished for the Darkstalkers and humans to live in harmony. She once expected the outside world to be filled to the brim with prejudice against the Darkstalkers simply because they are different from the rest. However, when she stepped near, most of the humans welcomed her with open arms. Emphasis on MOST of them.
Due to the fact that there are many humans that have learned how to control various powers and had incredible abilities, that alone just made her instantly blend in with the humans. While most humans that had such powers and those that do not were welcoming enough, some of the humans that fall into both categories did not welcome her with such open arms. Some were still adjusting to the fact that there are now supernatural abilities all across the world, and barely anyone had batted an eye. Some were straight up rude or simply angered, and sensed that Felicia, despite being a powerful-looking fighter, had a good heart. And that they did not take lightly to such things. Walking along, she found the area known as Neo Time's Square. She looks around, finding herself immersed in the Square's beauty. A glimmer in the sky catches her eye. But screams fill the air. Only now does she notice that a majority of the populace running away from something.
Looking around, she attempts to find the source of the terror. Only now noticing the amount of demons exiting from a portal.
"Just great. I walk into Neo New York, and THIS is the first thing I get greeted by." Felicia says with a slightly disappointed tone in her voice.
"Don't worry, Felicia. I think that these demons aren't the ONLY thing you'll be meeting." A voice rings out from behind.
Felicia turns around, and is greeted by a man in a red and black spandex, he is wielding a pair of katanas and has a pair of uzis on his holster. "Deja Vu, kitty cat?"
Felicia simply remained silent. And just awkwardly asks the stranger a question.
"Do I... know you? You look like someone I encountered before."
"Um... Yes. You and your Nine Lives can't jog a memory?"
Felicia tilts her head in confusion, turning her attention to the stranger.
"...No?"
"Alright... Um... 'Katanarama'? 'This is the Hyper Combo'?"
Felicia looks at the stranger with a mix of confusion and discomfort.
"It's me, Deadpool!"
With that sentence, many memories came flying back, hitting her like a truck.
"WAIT, THAT'S YOU?!"
"Yup! Glad you remember me, Felicia!"
"Fancy seeing you again, Deadpool."
The two smile as memories flow back, but are suddenly reminded once again that there are demons breaking out into the mortal realm. The two prepare themselves, but a civilian walks in, Deadpool looks at him with some concern.
"H-Hey! You! Incidental civilian!"
They turn around, looking at the merc and the catwoman. Felicia takes notice and looks in concern.
"What are you doing here? You'd have to have one of those powers or Pokemon to fight these demons!" Felicia yells, but is not given enough time for an answer.
A demon dashes right at them, Felicia notices and kicks the demon away, the demon managing to catch itself on its feet. Deadpool begins shooting down multiple demons in the vicinity, assisting some of the other super-powered humans fend off the horde. A stray demon manages to sneak up from behind the civilian, and Felicia watches in horror as she watches the demon raise a hand.
"Out of the way!" Felicia warned the civilian, but it was too late. The demon swipes, but instead of a splattered body, a blade severs the demon's hand clean off, a fountain of blood scattered across the air. The demon roars in pain. And backs off.
The civilian, with a seemingly inhuman blade for an arm, begins to talk to her. "Here's a secret, ma'am. I'm not just some civilian."
Deadpool and Felicia turn to look at him. His body reshapes and shapeshifts into another form, showing his true face to them, dropping the mask he had previously worn as a disguise to blend in with the others. He wore a jacket, a hood covering a part of his face, his arms slowly shapeshifting from a singular blade to a pair of razor sharp claws.
Deadpool squints, and asks a simple question. "...Who are you?"
He instinctively leaps over, slicing through multiple demons that were sneaking up behind the two. He turns, and introduces himself.
"Former researcher at Gentek; Alex Mercer."
"Mercer, huh? Name's Deadpool."
"Felicia."
Mercer nods. The two look at each other, and all three turn to look at the demons. They're still pouring out of the portal.
"Think you can help us out?" Felicia asks, ready to battle the horde of demons.
"Gladly." Mercer says. Brandishing his claws.
"Alright, a city full of super-powered people and Pokemon against a whole portal full of demons." says Deadpool, pulling out his uzis.
"By the way, Deadpool." Mercer says, looking at Deadpool.
"¿Sí?"
"...I'll give you the payment after this."
Deadpool is confused, but soon realizes that Alex Mercer was the one that called him up to help Felicia.
"Huh. Weird how this crossover works." Deadpool remarks, before all three run in to assist the others.
Neo New York was just the beginning of this merge. Many have noticed the strange occurrences, others have not. It would seem to be that only those that have experienced crossovers themselves can notice very easily some of the effects. But for a majority of them...
This is just another day in their relatively new life.
"End of report."
Click. The footage stopped right then and there, Dr. Buck was in shock, but her face didn't show it. The Site Director however was only more intrigued by the situation.
"So, wait. You're telling me that Dr. Bright was right all along?" Dr. Buck asks with a still stern look on her face. While yes, this merge has proven to be a real thing thanks to field research, the M.A.N. project that one of the researchers was working on was destroyed during it. And Project Crossover cannot be reverted until they can figure out what that researcher was thinking.
"If we take that report from just yesterday into account, then yes. Dr. Bright's hypothesis about more universes being pulled into this world is proving to be more and more truthful than we had expected." The Site Director replied.
"And if the others in the site are correct, that machine might've been the handiwork of an undercover agent from the Chaos Insurgency." The director continued. Dr. Buck mentally facepalmed to herself.
"I should've known. I was tricked once with Gustav and now this."
"It's alright, Dr. Buck. We at least know that some of them are aware of the situation at hand. But while their friends and families don't believe them just yet, it will only be a matter of time before they all realize they are all breathing the same air as each other." The Director said as he began rewinding the footage of yesterday's demon outbreak. Taking note of the casual conversation between Deadpool and Felicia.
"And taking from the interaction of the mercenary and the cat-woman, there is no doubt that when some of the cross paths, there is no doubt they'll remember certain experiences that were previously not fondly remembered."
Dr. Buck simply looked down. If this is what the Chaos Insurgency's M.A.N. project had done, what new dangers could there be?
After being dismissed, Dr. Buck walked down the hallway, attempting to find Dr. Bright. Unknown to her, she wasn't the only one finding someone. Bumping into someone, she scoffs as the new researcher at the facility kindly apologizes before the researcher finds themselves before a room containing a particular SCP. They manage to persuade the MTF guarding this Euclid-class SCP to grant him passage. This SCP is one who claims to be curing the world of it's worldwide disease they claim to be known as "The Pestilence."
SCP-049. The Plague Doctor.
The door creaks, and the approaching sounds of leather shoes on tile alerts SCP-049 of the researcher's prescence. "Ah. I wasn't aware I was going to have some company today. I rarely get visitors nowadays." The plague doctor says as he slices open a dead body of an animal. It was not the first time he had visitors, but such times were rare no thanks to one of his outbursts in an incident. The sounds of flesh squelching and tearing from a scalpel as 049 continued his surgery was what filled the room. SCP-049 fully expected another interview with the Foundation. Something that, while he was willing to do so, kept failing to show them how it could be a hero. That was, until, a voice came out of the researcher that was in the room.
"Greetings, doctor."
SCP-049 turned around, slightly surprised that he was not called some sort of item, but instead was called a proper plague doctor. "A researcher of taste, I presume?" 049 asked. Putting down his scalpel to turn to the researcher behind him.
"Not exactly." Turning around, SCP-049 looks at the researcher, now revealed to be a new face clad in the usual Foundation coat, but now that he had removed it, he had a gray-blue suit with a tie, and had a briefcase in hand. "I prefer not to refer to my true name. But what I will refer to is the contents within this briefcase I present to you today." He lifts up the suitcase. It was made of leather, but it was clearly filled to the brim with something. The two walk towards the table where interviews were once made with 049 prior to the incidents. And now the two had a chat. The stranger then opened up the briefcase, and presented to the plague doctor a batch of items for his use.
"You may take all of them if you'd wish."
"Quite interesting." SCP-049 said as he took the items. The man then closes the briefcase and pulls out a small envelope of some sort, handing it over to SCP-049.
"And what is this?"
"A small gift. It's something that might peak your interest. I must go now. Soon enough, you'll rise and shine." With that, the stranger picks up his lab coat, and turns to leave. But before he could exit the door, SCP-049 stops him.
"Wait. Just who are you?"
The man turns around. And simply smiles. "When the time arises... Then you shall know." And then they turn to leave without another word. SCP-049's footage returned to normal after a bit of dead air from the researchers beside the containment cell. No camera footage, dim lighting from the one way mirror, only auditory proof of something going amiss, and even then it was glitchy and heavily distorted. When the lights flickered back on and the footage returned to normal, only now realizing that he had acquired items from seemingly out of nowhere.
"Hey, sir. SCP-049 has acquired newer tools. Those weren't there before." The Junior researcher says, tapping on the Senior researcher's shoulder. "I know, I know." He said calmly, tapping away at a keyboard on the computer, rebooting it so they can properly get the audio back on. "Report on that to the others immediately." He said while attempting repairs.
The SCP Foundation had a busy day that very day, but after an interview with SCP-049 regarding the newer tools. He simply stated that a strange, new researcher had waltzed right into his containment cell and gave them to him as gifts. The entire facility attempted to find the researcher in question in order to question his actions and demote him to D-Class or terminate him if he showed any sign of resistance, but to no avail. The researcher had long already been away from the Containment site. Some of the researchers there had thought it was another undercover member of the Chaos Insurgency. But some simply thought it was treason by one of the researchers. With no footage to prove such facts, they simply moved on.
But somewhere... In an isolated island somewhere in the open sea, lies a base. A destroyed laboratory now repurposed to be a base of operations for a faction known as the Star Alliance. In a dimly lit room, a particular silhouette is seen waiting in the darkness. And the sounds of approaching leather shoes on tile walks in.
"The letter has been brought to the desired recipients, sir. However, we've only got about two years until... they arrive. We might not have enough time before the worlds crumble in on one another. So many letters to deliver. Yet so little time." The man says as the silhouette turns to him.
"Hmph. Then we must have some sort of android built for such an occasion."
"Might I ask, by the time we make introduce them to the four... Where do they go then?"
"Don't worry about it, G-Man. I have already taken care of such things. I managed to use some of the money we got during pay day to buy off a piece of land as it's own private territory. We should be able to use one of the old floating islands as the foundation to the place where they shall stay in and host the tournament in."
"Very well... You've thought this one out, quite a bit, haven't you?" G-Man said with a smirk curling up his face.
"I have, G-Man. I have." The silhouette turns. And looks right at G-Man. "Now go. Servobot No. 24601, Cassie, is nearing completion."
"Soon... This incident shall be nothing but a thing of the past."