A/N – The second installment!! Oh yes! This is basically a character clearer-upper thingie. As well as a nice chapter.
Disclaimer – Anything that you don't think is mine, probably isn't. South Park is property of Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Sailormoon is property of Naoko Takeuchi, Kodansha, and Toei. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Blink 182 belong to themselves. "Double super good and a half" is property of Shannon, aka I Stalk Towelie.
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A little note – For the majority of you that don't happen to watch anime, read Harry Potter, like South Park, or listen to blink 182 I'll give you a little run-over of the characters. This may take a while! But if you're familiar with everyone, go straight to the story. I'm just doing a courtesy here! Here we go!
Sailormoon – Usagi is Sailormoon, Minako is Sailorvenus, Makoto is Sailorjupiter, Rei is Sailormars, Chibi-Usa is Sailor Chibichibimoon, and Ami is Sailormercury. Luna is the talking guardian cat. Eudial is a Death Buster…all I can say is go watch some of Sailormoon S.
South Park – Kyle Broflovski is the smart Jew, the one with the green hat. Stan Marsh is the kid in the dark blue hat, dating Wendy Testaburger. Eric Cartman is the fat asshole with the light blue hat with the yellow puff on top. Kenny…if you don't know who Kenny is…dude, no offense, but you're stupid.
Harry Potter – Harry Potter is the main character of the books. He is known as the Boy-Who-Lived. Ron Weasley is Harry's best friend. His family is sort of on wizard welfare. Sort of. Hermione (Herm-eye-own-e) Granger is the smart one. She's got bushy brown hair and had large front teeth until book 4. Ginny Weasley is Ron's sister. She has a major crush on Harry. Draco Malfoy is the mean guy. *The story is around book 4. Bear with me, okay?*
Blink-182 – Mark Hoppus is the 30-year-old bassist/vocalist. Tom DeLonge is the 27-year-old guitarist/vocalist. Travis Barker is the 27-year-old drummer…the quiet guy with lots of tattoos. All have very perverted sense of humor.
Alright...here's the next chapter of the story….
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Meanwhile, in another dimension…
Harry Potter groaned. He had Quidditch practice this morning. It was Saturday, and being woken up at 5 AM wasn't his idea of fun. He groaned and got up. He felt around his nightstand for his glasses. Slipping them on, everything came into view. The window, the four other beds in the room, and the door to the common room ajar…
'Huh? Who would be up at this hour? Oh that's right, ME!' he thought, putting his clothes on. He slipped his Quidditch robes on and walked quietly down the stairs. He had failed to notice that Ron's bed had been empty. And Ron wasn't usually a morning person. Harry saw that the common room was warm with a roaring fire, and the urge to sit down in a chair and fall asleep was almost overwhelming. He fought it off and walked through the portrait hole.
Harry kept his Firebolt locked up with the other brooms in the broom shed. It has recently been revamped with mini-lockers. You had to tap the locker with your wand and say a charm to open it. Only he, Ron, and Hermione knew the charm for Harry's lock, so he felt his prized broom was safe. Slowly walking down the winding stairs to the entrance hallway, Harry noticed the smell of food coming from the Great Hall. He paused for a moment, deciding whether to eat and blow off Quidditch, or to go to practice and be a good little boy. Quidditch it was.
Opening the door to the outside woke Harry up. A slight breeze carrying the scent of spring hit him. It was the perfect weather for Quidditch, about fifty degrees. The nice weather made it pleasurable to be out at this hour. He made his way to the Quidditch field, savoring the walk for once. He was almost there when…
"Harry! Get over here quick!! It's HORRIBLE!" Ron Weasley's voice rang out over the grounds. He rushed up to Harry, panting. "Had a dream…thought something was wrong…came to check…Firebolt…gone…," Ron stammered, gasping for breath.
"Wait, Ron. You have a bad dream, and you come and check on the BROOM first? Wat kind of friend are you?" Harry said, laughing. He then saw the look on his friend's face was serious. "Hold on…you said the broom was gone? How...I mean...no one...pass charm…Gone?" Harry stuttered, going into shock. He looked at his friend for a long moment. Then they both tore off for the broom shed.
Upon reaching their destination, Harry and Ron stopped to catch their breath. They went to Harry's broom locker, number one hundred and eighty-two. He tapped the lock, muttering the charm. He slowly opened the door, thinking to find emptiness. His mouth dropped open in horror at what he saw. His prized, beloved Firebolt had been replaced with…an Electric guitar?!
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Elsewhere…worse things were happening. Much worse. In the state of California, in some far away warp, something terrible had happened. One of Tom DeLonge's prized Fender Stratocaster guitars had disappeared. And a broomstick had taken it's place. Of course, Tom was ecstatic.
"But dude, the thing FLIES!" Tom energetically said through the phone to his buddies, Mark and Travis. He had dialed them using the three-way phone call system. As soon as he had sensed something funny coming from the guitar case, he went to open it. And a broom had flown out. "You guys, I'm serious. It flies. And it jumped right out of the guitar case! And the guitar is gone! But who cares? I have a flying broomstick!" Tom said, literally jumping up and down, entangling himself in the phone cord.
"WHAT? Tom, I think you seriously have lost it. I want you to STOP watching the X Files. No more alien propaganda. No more paranormal shit. No more porn. Alright? Now you go get some rest and I'll be over in a little while," Mark said, in a bossy sort of way.
"Now hold on," Travis said, speaking for once, "What if Tom is telling the truth? What if he DOES have a flying broomstick? What happened to the guitar? How did this switch happen? Is there a leak in reality? Is Tom right about aliens…he just might be, Mark. Best we can do is go to his house and check this out," he finished, having said a mouthful.
"I guess you're right. We'll be over in a little while, Tom. You'd better be right!" Mark said, sounding a bit excited as he hung up.
"Dude, if it's really true…can I have a go?" Travis asked after Mark hung up.
"Sure, man. Just don't break the thing. Come over as fast as you can. I promise I wont let you guys down," Tom said. Travis hung up, and Tom went and fetched the broomstick. Five minutes later, Mark and Travis had arrived. Tom led them through to the backyard. The broom was propped up against a wall.
"See?" Tom said, pointing excitedly. He beckoned them closer, and picked up the broom. "It's got the words Firebolt on this end, see? Isn't it so double super good and a half?" he asked, waiting for an opinion. Mark spoke first.
"Well Tom, it looks like a broomstick. Like the kind witches ride. You said it flies. Let me see, then!" He finished quickly, anxious to see if they were the new owners of a flying broomstick. He watched Tom as he climbed over the broomstick, looking like he was riding a stick pony.
"Alright guys. Now be prepared to shit your pants!" Tom said excitedly. He then crouched down and pushed off the ground with all his might. The broom rose in the air, taking Tom with it. He was flying He hat fell off, landing the still-dewy grass. Mark and Travis gaped stupidly at him. Tom flew in a circle, then edged downward and landed. "And YOU though I was lying!" He said proudly, leering at Mark. Mark stood dumbfounded. He glanced at the broom, now in Tom's hands. Tom handed the broom to Travis.
"How do I work it?" he asked. He recalled how Tom had done it, mounted the broom like a horse and pushed off the ground. "Oh I see now," he said, crouching low. He pushed off. Travis shot into the air, sailing up and up. He went up about thirty feet then went level. He hovered for a second, then gently lowered himself down. A look of awe was glued on his face. He dismounted the broom, and handed it to Mark.
Mark quietly accepted the broom. He slowly mounted it, glancing at his band mates' glassy-eyed faces. He pushed off from the ground soaring through the air. He went up about thirty feet as well, went in a wide circle, and slowly descended. He dismounted and handed the broom back to a stupidly grinning Tom. He was obviously amused by the look of horror, confusing, and excitement on the bassist's face.
"Well, I wasn't lying, now was I? Can I still watch porn then?" Tom asked, laughing with everyone else. It slipped everyone's mind on how the broom had gotten there, and where the guitar had went. But fuck that, they had a flying broomstick! What's cooler than that?
Back in Tokyo…in another dimension…
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Ami typed furiously on her computer. The girls crowded around her. The air was tense. Luna had been gone for a while now. Being trapped in South Park was probably grating her nerves as well. Kitty lay sleeping on the couch. Ami gasped.
"What?" everyone asked at once, eager to hear what she had to say. Even if they wouldn't understand a word of it.
"Amazing…four dimensions are leaking together. The Time-Space continuum is leaking, basically. Four worlds with filter in and out of each other. Two of them are ours, and the South Park dimension, obviously. The other two are…has anyone read Harry Potter?" Ami questioned. Everyone looked at her stupidly. Usagi raised her hand.
"I have," she said tentatively. Everyone looked at her, then to Ami.
"Good. We'll need to know. The dimension of Harry Potter has been breached by a warp too. Looks like its connected so far to…." She trailed off, a look of horror and ecstasy crossed her face. "The dimension of blink-182. They obviously, appeared here so suddenly through the warp. The warp is stronger with the other dimension though. Just like there's a strong warp between us and the South Park Dimension. Warps are dangerous…we don't know if we'll be sucked in or not. Random things can disappear, being replaced with other items. I strongly suggest all henshin sticks and brooches are kept on you until we fix this mess," She said, looking at everyone. All the girls nodded. They were excited. Nothing like this had happened before. They'd be connected to worlds of fiction. Anything could happen.
Kitty woke and let out a yelp. Looking at the shocked faces, it went back to sleep. Minako was staring off into space, wondering if they were going to meet up with blink 182's dimension. She could only hope.
"Well," said Rei, taking charge, "I think that we should try and stick together as much as possible. It may be a good idea if we note strange occurrences. Anything could happen. Anything could disappear."
She didn't know how right she was.
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Well…how was it? R/R, please...I'm really starting to have fun with this story. I can make so many things happen…affairs…Cartman becoming dictator of the dimensional warp…who knows? Any suggestions will be greatly suggested! Just don't flame me. Negative comments are fine if they are meant in a way to help. Flame me, I make you into a character and screw you over in a story. Got it? Good. Please R/R!!!