1The Life and Times of Flying Dreams Studio
Summary: Mini-stories of life in the Flying Dreams Studio, a place where, bluntly, nothing is JUST fiction. Expect the weird, the wild, and the wooly (You heard me).
Based some on role-play, but is NOT written in Chat format, is not interactive, and therefore, if this gets pulled, the guy responsible is just a jerk who likes to annoy people.
Disclaimer: Almost none of the characters in here are owned by me. The dragon named Forte is (So named because he has the same eye streaks as Bass, and Forte's the Japanese name.), and maybe one or two others like CD, but otherwise, no. All credit given where due, and I don't intend to profit off this, so I shouldn't be harassed by lawsuits.
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Story One: Welcome to the Jungle
In the confines of a large, but messy laboratory, a brown haired young man was hastily rushing about, making final checks. Everything was green light. His experiment was ready to go. His name tag didn't have his name, just his nickname. CD. He was called that because his first and last initials made that, and because he preferred technology to company normally.
"And they said it couldn't be done! WHOA! Back up! Too cliche there for a bit. I'm starting to sound like a mad scientist."
The experiment in question, was based off of science's belief of M Theory. Sparing the mind-numbing details, it bluntly means there's infinite universes parallel to ours. And CD was about to make a test run on a portal device to hop to other ones.
"Sequence ready. Quartz refractors aligned. Solar batteries discharging. Let's go nova."
He sat at the keyboard for the device, giving it commands, to align it's energies into a focal point in the middle of the room. He watched as sunlight-like beams were directed through quartz lenses, onto a central point where the energy was focused on the secret ingredient of his mad plan. Something he knew could be charged to pierce dimensional barriers. Something he overestimated how much power it could hold..
Krick...kriiick...crack!
"Huh? Damn it! Abort, abort!"
He frantically tried to get the experiment to shut down, but he was too late. The crystal in the center shattered, and imploded into a sphere of sparking blackness, which proceeded to suck his entire lab, himself included, into it's void, before collapsing on itself, removing any trace of the lab and it's owner...
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In another world, a more familiar one, in a scene not so familiar, we see Bowser, standing at his throne, looming over his yet again captive Princess Peach.
"You know Mario will just come and thwart you again." She told him.
"Oh will you stop yammering for once, so I can get a word in edgewise and FINALLY say WHY I kidnap you?"
She fell silent. She and the others assumed he was just trying to take over Mushroom Kingdom, but if he wasn't treating that reason as why...
"Look, I've tried getting the message through before, but your guards are idiots. The reason is-"
He didn't get a chance to finish, as the same void from before opened, and pulled Bowser into it, before closing.
"WHAT THE H-"
Peach blinked, silent, then sweatdropped.
"Well, THAT'S new..."
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On a hot, scorching desert planet with three suns, a blonde man in a long red coat had just come out of a store, after putting his past behind him. His brother had been dealt with, there was nothing else to haunt him.
"Man! I feel better now. It's good to be free of my past. Now I can-"
He then began shrieking and screeching, as he was sucked off the ground, and into a void...
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And so this went. The void traversed countless worlds, taking bits, pieces, and beings from each, collecting a vast diversity of items, before finally coming to rest, in a world much like our own...a world, with the least resistence to dimensional anomalies. It settled over a large clearing inside a deep forest, before it turned color. As it did, it released everything it had gathered. This resulted in a less than ceremonious pile-up in the clearing.
"HEY! WHOSE PINCHING ME!"
"Someone get their armpit OUTTA MY FACE!"
"Get that knife away from my face!"
SLAP!
"OW! You want the guy in the BLACK and PURPLE robes! I'm a Black Mage in BLUE robes! SO STOP SLAPPING ME WITH THAT TROUT OR SUFFER A HADOKEN!"
"Trout?"
"Who wants to see my Sword-Chucks!"
"Sword-Chucks? Gives me an idea for Axe-chucks!"
"Marik? I thought we beat you in Battle City!"
"Who's Marik? I'm MaLIK! L! Not R!"
"Am I going insane? First Cheryl went missing in Silent Hill, and now-"
"Sorry, sorry! IF YOU ALL WILL JUST GET OFF EACH OTHER, I CAN TRY TO EXPLAIN!"
"As soon as you get your face away from my d-"
"DAMN! You think YOU have problems! My face is shoved in some lizard's foot!"
"Quiet! I'm a king, and I'll stomp you!"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP AND GET OFF ME!"
Shortly, everyone quieted down, and worked to get out of the demeaning mess. Several had to flatten wrinkles out of clothes, pat their hair down, or otherwise straighten up their appearance. Some, like Sephiroth, had to deal with the loss of weapons, as his Masamune was snapped in two like a twig. A Red Mage was sobbing at the loss of his 'Hat of Holding +2/2', while Serge was trying to tape his Swallow back together. And CD stood before them.
"All right, CALM DOWN! I can explain!" He shouted to them.
"You BETTER!" retorted a blonde teen with a tattoo on his face.
"What the- ...crap, it's worse than I thought..."
"WHAT is?" shouted Cloud Strife.
"I was experimenting with a dimensional teleporter. Apparently, it goofed."
"I'll say." Black Mage, or BM, responded, "How the hell did we get HERE?"
"Look, if you'll give me time t-"
"I can answer that. Travel through Space/Time on this scale requires a destination with minimal resistance to the distortion of Reality, thus, we are in a dimension with the least resistance to changes to it's own Space/Time."
CD sweatdropped, looking to who answered for him.
"Er...thank you...er...Mr...Reed Richards."
It was Mr. Fantastic's turn to sweatdrop.
"I can assume we are fictitious in your world."
"Actually, practically ALL of you are. But that's not the point...if M theory is right-"
"Which it is." Mr. Fantastic confirmed.
"Thanks. Since it's right, that means every dimension you all were taken from, should have been a clone specifically existing for this event to occur in, in the first place!"
"Meaning WHAT?" Inuyasha demanded.
"MEANING, your worlds should be continuing on, and not destroyed or damaged in some way. I think."
"Oh, the man THINKS everything we left behind is safe! THAT takes a LOAD off MY mind!" Soma griped, "What about our loved ones left in danger! Or the fact our worlds may be doomed without us!"
A panic set in, with CD futilely trying to calm them down. Then, a five note, four scale whistle was heard, distracting them. Proto Man looked to the others. Or rather, Blues did, as was this version's name.
"Hey, just calm down. He's trying to help, and you just whine. Since we don't even know if we CAN get back based on what this world's technology is, I say we put up, shut up, and try to make the best of it." He told the others.
Snake muttered, having been smoking a cigarette while the others ranted. But he had enough now, and dropped it on the ground, grinding it out with his foot.
"Right, but we need to consider the fact that we might be fiction here. If the government here finds out about us, it's almost a sure bet we'll be dissected and treated like property. They'll probably use the fact we don't technically exist as a loophole to avoid the Geneva Convention..."
CD facepalmed, basically meaning he put his hand on his face, like one would for groaning over a bad joke.
"Don't be so cynical, we could try speaking with them, explaining what happened, and possibly barter for being left alone, if not respected as citizens."
"Yes, that's a good idea. We could offer our knowledge of various technologies to help this world come to peace." Mr. Fantastic stated.
"Where's that leave us!" Inuyasha shouted.
Another argument came up. CD groaned...
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It was a number of hours later, before they all came to agree on anything. That, and several Life Spells and Healing tech uses. And one bystander wandering into the clearing, and panicking himself into a faint. He was conscious now, but not being allowed to run off yet, so a panic couldn't be started or the kid didn't get into an asylum.
"Freaky dream..."
"No dream, kid." Snake told him.
He shot up, still edgy.
"Ah! The heck?"
"Calm down. We're not going to hurt you. At least, I don't think so..."
He calmed, and looked around.
"So what's your name, kid?"
"Me? I...um...Vito!"
Snake groaned a bit at the name.
"Great, another strange name...you couldn't be Bob, or George, or something?"
"Hey, talk to my parents about it. Or rather...don't..."
In another part of the clearing, Lucca was next to Red Mage, currently using a high powered telescope.
"RM, remind me to thank you for keeping this in that hat."
"Of course I'd keep it! It gives me a +8/8 to my Astronomy Skill!"
Lucca sweatdropped, and stared at RM for a bit.
"Um...right...anyway, as I can tell, this isn't the only part of the universe where fiction mixed in. It's just where a lot of it went, since much fictional beings hail from Earth or a similar world anyway. I think the flux threw us all into our relative areas."
"If you can call the same planet 'relative'. Even I find that association distant, and I was telling Thief earlier how he could put all his skills into Pick Pocketing to do all the things a Thief can do."
"...Putting your bizarre behavior aside, HOW would Pick-Pocketing relate to picking locks or opening safes?"
"Silly girl! Do you not realize that a safe is just a glorified pocket? That you can pick the pocket of safety a lock provides? That you can pick the pockets of the mind that hold truth with lies?"
"...Actually, those associations are more distant than mine..."
Behind them, we can see Kagome, Sango, Tifa, Yuffie, Rinoa, Selphie, Quistis, Aeris, and several other women stomping on BM and Miroku...
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