Worlds Used:
Buffy world
Mercedes Lackey world
Resident Evil
Lord of the Rings
Harry Potter
Clive Cussler
Pokemon
Danny de Santo
Grand Theft Auto
Disclaimer: I own none of these worlds. This is purely fiction. Yaddah yaddah yaddah.
A/N: This is straight from the deranged mind of me. I completely understand if you get terribly confused and hate my story. But if you flame me, I will kill you. Have no doubt. Moo hoo Hahaha!!!!
Shenanigoats
Chapter One: The Beginning
Nine worlds. Different dimensions. Completely separate from each other. Each unique and respectively popular in our dimension. Each totally genuine, yet fictional in another.
When dimensional walls separating these worlds are ripped away, each dimension will spill into the others, combining worlds meant to be divided for a reason. When combined, the atomic make up of these worlds will begin to collapse, causing the world to end. Armageddon. The Apocalypse. The end of mankind. Whatever you want to call it, it's bad.
The only thing needed to trigger this event is the correct sequence of characters punched into a machine with access to each of these dimensions. The identity of this machine? A computer.
* * *
The last level of play began on the IBM Pentium III computer stationed in the home of Ben and Andrea Smith.
Ben frantically smashed the directional arrow on the keyboard in order to make Kyle move through the virtual castle on his screen. He was in the fifth world, last level of South Park Super Mario Bros. 2. The best game he could download.
He kept his hand on the right arrow, then added the shift button to the mix. But the damn keyboard failed him, not succeeding in making the jump and poor Kyle tumbled helplessly into the unrealistic molten lava on the screen. That had been his last life, and with a score of 365 782, his game was lost. Ben lost it, too.
"Mother fucker!" he screamed, angrily smashing his fists into the mistreated keys over and over again.
"Jeez, Ben, calm down. You're getting obsessive," Andrea noted calmly over the top of her current novel.
"You calm down, you fucking Chink!" (A/N: Sorry, plz don't be offended, but Ben actually talks like this and I want to be as realistic as possible. Please forgive me) Ben yelled, his face beginning to turn purple.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call people that? It's rude and politically incorrect. Many people would be offended by your choice of insult. . .Faggot," she mumbled under her breath.
This level of name calling was not uncommon to the two teenagers. In fact, rarely did a sentence slip out of their mouths without being followed by one slur or another.
Ben's chair toppled over backwards as he furiously stood, his breathing ragged.
"No, they wouldn't, you fucking Nigger Chink Nazi!"
"Gook!"
"Mennonite!"
"Jew!"
"Jewish Nazi!"
"Jap!" (A/N: I am soooooo sorry. Anybody of these races/religion please don't be offended. Just take it as a complement that I managed to remember the slurs for them, k?)
"Would you guys shut up?" Lauren said, appearing in the rec room with Brittany at her side.
"Oh, hey," Andrea greeted, finally looking up from the latest Sandra Brown novel. "About time you guys got here. I was about to call out the cavalry."
"Hey, Andie?" Brittany prompted softly. "What's wrong with your computer?"
The screen had, indeed, turned an electric green colour and begun to expand. It looked almost like a black hole, only bright green. Ben jumped back, falling over from surprise. He hadn't noticed in his unnecessary anger.
"What the fuck?"
"Get away from that, Ben," Andrea said, her eyes widening as she hopped from her chair, letting the book fall forgotten to the carpet. Ben quickly crab crawled away from the opening, fear overtaking him.
"I didn't do it," he denied quickly.
"Yes, you did, maggot. You must have triggered something when you freaked on the computer. Way to go."
"Make it go away." Andrea promptly looked around the room for something to grab. Settling for an old, worn copy of A Tale of Two Cities, she inched as close to her computer as she dared, then tossed the paperback toward the portal. It disappeared.
"Oh, shit. Man, we should go." No sooner had she uttered the warning then Ben had torn frantically up the stairs. Andrea rolled her eyes as she registered the sound of the door slamming behind him. "What an asshole. . .," she mumbled. Leaving her to clean up his problem. She'd teach him.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out of the whirling green thing. Then it stopped twirling and opened wider, now covering the entire space of the wall. The shocking green colour slowly faded to depict what looked like a graveyard.
Andrea, Brittany and Lauren didn't stick around to see what would happen. Andie quickly yanked open the door on an old wardrobe that stood in the room. Then she yanked her friends into it.
It looked almost like a painting now. Something pushed against the other side, and the shape of a human took form against the landscape. It stretched the picture until it stood in the middle of the rec room, the painting slowly melting away from it so that it stood alone. Gradually, more and more people, objects, etc began to come out of the portal. Every once and a while, the landscape would change, alternately depicting a boat, a cartoon world, a forest, a laboratory, and other things.
Various huge bangs sounded. Inside the wardrobe, Lauren jumped.
"Shh," Andrea warned. "We don't know what's out there."
"This can't be happening," Brittany mumbled.
" 'Fraid it is, Brit."
They heard some grunting, gunshots, moaning and some yelps, followed by vicious cursing. Andrea creaked open the door of the wardrobe, ignoring the teenage girls hanging off her arms.
What she saw was unbelievable.
Disclaimer: I own none of these worlds. This is purely fiction. Yaddah yaddah yaddah.
A/N: This is straight from the deranged mind of me. I completely understand if you get terribly confused and hate my story. But if you flame me, I will kill you. Have no doubt. Moo hoo Hahaha!!!!
Shenanigoats
Chapter One: The Beginning
Nine worlds. Different dimensions. Completely separate from each other. Each unique and respectively popular in our dimension. Each totally genuine, yet fictional in another.
When dimensional walls separating these worlds are ripped away, each dimension will spill into the others, combining worlds meant to be divided for a reason. When combined, the atomic make up of these worlds will begin to collapse, causing the world to end. Armageddon. The Apocalypse. The end of mankind. Whatever you want to call it, it's bad.
The only thing needed to trigger this event is the correct sequence of characters punched into a machine with access to each of these dimensions. The identity of this machine? A computer.
* * *
The last level of play began on the IBM Pentium III computer stationed in the home of Ben and Andrea Smith.
Ben frantically smashed the directional arrow on the keyboard in order to make Kyle move through the virtual castle on his screen. He was in the fifth world, last level of South Park Super Mario Bros. 2. The best game he could download.
He kept his hand on the right arrow, then added the shift button to the mix. But the damn keyboard failed him, not succeeding in making the jump and poor Kyle tumbled helplessly into the unrealistic molten lava on the screen. That had been his last life, and with a score of 365 782, his game was lost. Ben lost it, too.
"Mother fucker!" he screamed, angrily smashing his fists into the mistreated keys over and over again.
"Jeez, Ben, calm down. You're getting obsessive," Andrea noted calmly over the top of her current novel.
"You calm down, you fucking Chink!" (A/N: Sorry, plz don't be offended, but Ben actually talks like this and I want to be as realistic as possible. Please forgive me) Ben yelled, his face beginning to turn purple.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call people that? It's rude and politically incorrect. Many people would be offended by your choice of insult. . .Faggot," she mumbled under her breath.
This level of name calling was not uncommon to the two teenagers. In fact, rarely did a sentence slip out of their mouths without being followed by one slur or another.
Ben's chair toppled over backwards as he furiously stood, his breathing ragged.
"No, they wouldn't, you fucking Nigger Chink Nazi!"
"Gook!"
"Mennonite!"
"Jew!"
"Jewish Nazi!"
"Jap!" (A/N: I am soooooo sorry. Anybody of these races/religion please don't be offended. Just take it as a complement that I managed to remember the slurs for them, k?)
"Would you guys shut up?" Lauren said, appearing in the rec room with Brittany at her side.
"Oh, hey," Andrea greeted, finally looking up from the latest Sandra Brown novel. "About time you guys got here. I was about to call out the cavalry."
"Hey, Andie?" Brittany prompted softly. "What's wrong with your computer?"
The screen had, indeed, turned an electric green colour and begun to expand. It looked almost like a black hole, only bright green. Ben jumped back, falling over from surprise. He hadn't noticed in his unnecessary anger.
"What the fuck?"
"Get away from that, Ben," Andrea said, her eyes widening as she hopped from her chair, letting the book fall forgotten to the carpet. Ben quickly crab crawled away from the opening, fear overtaking him.
"I didn't do it," he denied quickly.
"Yes, you did, maggot. You must have triggered something when you freaked on the computer. Way to go."
"Make it go away." Andrea promptly looked around the room for something to grab. Settling for an old, worn copy of A Tale of Two Cities, she inched as close to her computer as she dared, then tossed the paperback toward the portal. It disappeared.
"Oh, shit. Man, we should go." No sooner had she uttered the warning then Ben had torn frantically up the stairs. Andrea rolled her eyes as she registered the sound of the door slamming behind him. "What an asshole. . .," she mumbled. Leaving her to clean up his problem. She'd teach him.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out of the whirling green thing. Then it stopped twirling and opened wider, now covering the entire space of the wall. The shocking green colour slowly faded to depict what looked like a graveyard.
Andrea, Brittany and Lauren didn't stick around to see what would happen. Andie quickly yanked open the door on an old wardrobe that stood in the room. Then she yanked her friends into it.
It looked almost like a painting now. Something pushed against the other side, and the shape of a human took form against the landscape. It stretched the picture until it stood in the middle of the rec room, the painting slowly melting away from it so that it stood alone. Gradually, more and more people, objects, etc began to come out of the portal. Every once and a while, the landscape would change, alternately depicting a boat, a cartoon world, a forest, a laboratory, and other things.
Various huge bangs sounded. Inside the wardrobe, Lauren jumped.
"Shh," Andrea warned. "We don't know what's out there."
"This can't be happening," Brittany mumbled.
" 'Fraid it is, Brit."
They heard some grunting, gunshots, moaning and some yelps, followed by vicious cursing. Andrea creaked open the door of the wardrobe, ignoring the teenage girls hanging off her arms.
What she saw was unbelievable.