Hello and welcome to a brand new story! I've decided to get back to my roots and write a crossover. So I've decided to start on my Crossover-Verse Trilogy (if you've been keeping up with my updates then you'll know what I'm talking about). So this story will be first of three, the second and third being my adaptations of Infinity War and Endgame while this story takes inspiration from the IDW comic Super Secret Crisis War.
Without further ado, let's start the Crossover-Verse Trilogy. I don't own any franchises that appear in this story, they are owned by their respective owners. Enjoy!
Across the multiverse, live many universes. Each has their own path, a destiny that makes them unique. No universe is the same…
In between those universes lays yet another universe, a world only filled with dead space and cold-black emptiness. Nothing lives there, nothing could ever live there. Some call it The World Between Worlds, some call it The Howling… others call it Hell.
I prefer to call it The Void.
Now normally it wouldn't be possible to travel between parallel worlds or different dimensions, my people made sure of that. Before the war, yes… but now? Impossible. Trust me I know. But it seems that rules were made to be broken…
My name's The Doctor and this is how I created a new universe…
(-)
Deep in the cracks of the multiverse, an empty dead space resides like hard plaster on a brick wall. All was quiet and bare, not a planet or even a star system was in sight. It was a rather peaceful sight considering that nothing, not even bacteria, lives there.
Nothing… except one thing.
A giant, black spaceship, both long and thin, was floating amongst the darkness. A sleek design built for speed, stealth but was intimidating at the same time. It looked more like a submarine than a spaceship but it looks like it might've been built for both of those purposes in mind. From a certain distance, you wouldn't be able to see it in the blackness of space. But if you look closely then you would be able to see the faint symbol of a skull on the front, dimly lit up in blood red.
Inside the spaceship, three villains, two from one universe and one from another, stood around a large circular console, full of interesting and colourful buttons, connected to a series of green tubes at a size to fit a person or two.
"An appealing idea, Herr Master… sending enemies from another world into a different one." A man wearing an aged WWII Nazi uniform and had a bright red skull for a face muttered, stroking his chin. This man's name was Johann Schmidt, but was known by another name by the heroes of his universe: Red Skull.
"I agree, whoever defends their respective world will be left defenseless. Then everyone will kneel before Doom!" Another man muttered, clenching his fist and raising it up to his head.
Unlike Red Skull, this man was clad in a metallic suit of armour with an iron mask. Most of the armour was concealed by a green tunic, a cloak and hood completing the look. This man's name was Doctor Doom, or Victor von Doom if you lived in the nation of Latveria.
"But if anyone manages to prove themselves worthy… they'll be transported here. Do I make perfect plans or what?" A man with grey hair and a goatee excitedly exclaimed, stretching his arms out triumphantly.
While Red Skull and Doctor Doom wore stuff that were out of the ordinary to the naked eye, this man wore a black asymmetrical frock coat with a large crimson lined collar on the left-hand side, a sage green button up shirt, dark trousers, and black zip-up boots.
And his name, you ask? His name was The Master…
The Master twirled around on his heel and began to work on the console. "And as the one who devised this plan in the first place, it would be my pleasure to pick our first selection," He turned to Doom. "You don't mind, do you Doomsy?"
Doom grunted annoyingly. "Just get on with it, Master. Who is your world's greatest threat?"
"A threat? That's him alright..." The Master murmured. "He calls himself The Doctor. He's like an oncoming storm, always comes swooping in to save the day in that TARDIS of his. Always trying to do the right thing, always protective of Earth… even if it kills him. I bet he already knows what's going on, that's why we should take him first."
Red Skull raised an eyebrow. "Impossible. How could he possibly know? We're outside the universe itself!"
The Master turned to Red Skull. "You clearly don't know The Doctor like I do…" He said grimly, pressing a button which made the light-blue platform spark into life as an unknown enemy materialised onto it.
"He and I have history…"
(-)
The sun shined bright over the London district of Peckham after a rainstorm fell through it overnight, wet concrete sparkled all over the Powell Estate.
Nearby, an object was fading in and out of existence, the sound similar to a key being dragged on a piano string drowning out the natural sounds of birds chirping in the park. Leaves were shuffling themselves away even though there's no breeze, it was as if the object was making its own air. As the noises ended with a booming thud, a large blue wooden box appeared out of nowhere. The wooden box resembled a British police box from the 1960s. It had an aged dark blue paint job and two dirty yellow windows on the top of each side of the box. Signs reading 'POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX' above the window were lit up in the same yellow as the windows. A white 'Pull to Open' sign was seen at the front, taking up an entire panel below one of the windows. A lamp was on top of the blue box, heightened by a slightly raised roof.
One of the doors suddenly opened with a loud creak, a strange, quiet alien-like hum emitting from inside the box. A man emerged from the box, a serious look on his face as he gazed at the surroundings around him.
From a certain point of view, this man looked completely normal. He had a brown modern style, sticky-uppy type hairstyle, complete with sideburns. He wore a dark brown suit with blue pinstripes, a dark blue open collared dress shirt and a brown t-shirt underneath. He also donned a pair of cream coloured Converse All Star trainers, which have been aged and dirted from the amount of the times the man has worn them. On top of his suit, he wore a light brown overcoat that went down to just above his ankles.
But despite his appearance, this was no ordinary man. This man from another planet entirely, forever exploring the universe out of sheer curiosity.
His name was The Doctor.
Exiting the blue box, known as the TARDIS, and shutting the door behind him, The Doctor pulled out a small device from the inner pockets of his overcoat and extended the antenna on top of it. The device resembled a walkie-talkie in both size and shape except it was made from a different assortment of machinery, wires, nuts and bolts combining everything into one machine.
"Now then, let's see what we got here…" The Doctor muttered to himself, shaking the machine and prodding at a small radar dish to see if it spins around.
The Doctor frowned at the machine being inactive. Something wasn't quite right, he could feel it. If only he knew what was going on. The Doctor turned back to the TARDIS and looked slightly above the blue box, his eyes locking onto the two towers of flats that stood behind it.
Recognising the place where he landed, The Doctor's eyes immediately saddened. He knew this place all too well. He spent Christmas here, he's encountered ghosts and even crashed the TARDIS here shortly after regenerating.
It was where Rose lived. Long before she was in a parallel universe with a human clone of himself, long before she met him. But now? There was no point in returning, The Doctor vowed to never return to the Powell Estate unless it was an emergency. The memories were too painful to look back on.
"The Powell Estate? Why did you bring me here?" The Doctor asked frustratingly at the TARDIS.
The TARDIS only responded with silence, The Doctor snorted and turned back to his device. "I swear something's gotten into you lately," he said as he tried to get his machine to work properly again. "I'm going to take a look around anyway… something's off here."
The Doctor went into his suit pocket and grabbed out a key, pointed it towards the TARDIS and tapped it like a remote car key. The TARDIS' lantern flashed twice and beeped just like a car. The Doctor grinned as he put the key back in his pocket, he did not regret installing that one little bit.
Putting the TARDIS key back in his suit pocket, The Doctor headed down to the park nearby. He travelled down the paved walkway, moving his device to all types of angles in hopes of finding a good signal. Up, down, left side, right side. Try as he might, The Doctor couldn't get his machine to work. Which was odd considering that The Doctor's inventions always worked… well, sometimes anyway.
Then as The Doctor moved the device to the middle, the light on the corner started to flash red. The Doctor raised an eyebrow and moved the device slightly to the right where the light disappeared.
"Hmm… definitely picking up something. Traces of artron energy perhaps?" The Doctor mumbled before he flicked at the little dish. "The little dish isn't moving so it might be faint…"
As if on cue, the dish started moving at a slow pace to which The Doctor beamed with excitement. "Oh there we go, now it's moving! Look at it go round..." The Doctor said. But as the little dish started to move faster and faster, The Doctor grew concerned. "Ooh, it's really moving."
The little dish kept going around at a fast pace until eventually the device sparked from the heat as it beeped at a frantic rate and the light turned a bright blue.
"Ok… definitely something then." The Doctor deduced, shaking the device near his ear. "But where's it coming from?"
Suddenly a blue light erupted out of nowhere right in front of The Doctor, sparkling with electricity. It was bright enough that The Doctor covered his eyes with his hand as he stepped a few paces back
As the light started to diminish, The Doctor lowered his hand and squinted his eyes to get a better look at what was happening in front of him. "My guess is that," he said.
But what emerged from the light was something that The Doctor wasn't expecting. Three spotted hyenas bounded out of the light, two males and one female. The female had lidded eyes and a large tuft of fur individually sticking up unlike the two males. The two males were bald, one had an aggressive look on his face while the other had his tongue sticking out and his eyes were looking in the opposite direction.
The hyenas locked eyes with The Doctor and proceeded to creep towards him.
"Well, well Banzai… what have we got here?" The female hyena wondered, turning to the aggressive-looking hyena.
"Hmm… I don't know Shenzi. What do you think, Ed?" Banzai answered, referring to the female hyena by her name, before looking towards the dumb-looking hyena.
Ed only responded with a series of cackling laughs, which both Shenzi and Banzai understood completely.
Hyenas? Talking hyenas nonetheless… The Doctor thought to himself as he stood his ground. But how are they in London? And why do I feel like I know them for some reason?
Banzai grinned maliciously at The Doctor. "Yeah, that's right Ed. Lunch…"
Before Banzai could lunge towards The Doctor, Shenzi quickly jumped in front of him. "No. You heard our master, he needs him alive."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. Master?
Banzai growled slightly "What? But I'm hungry!"
"Banzai, no. We have our orders." Shenzi muttered frustratingly.
As the two hyenas argued, The Doctor slipped his device into his coat pocket and then grabbed out his sonic screwdriver. He pointed the sonic screwdriver towards the hyenas, hiding it from view so that they didn't think that he was up to no good.
After scanning the hyenas, The Doctor checked his readings where his eyes widened as they darted between his sonic and the hyenas. Impossible…
Quickly diving back into the pockets of his overcoat, he reached out for a pair of crinkled but still effective 3-D glasses. Once he put them on, his suspicions were confirmed. Clusters of harmless, green background radiation were clung onto the hyenas like a swarm of bees around a beehive.
Void stuff? That's not good. If someone is using the Void to travel between universes then that could lead to disaster… The Doctor pondered to himself.
Shenzi looked to see what The Doctor was up to through the corner of her eyes. She turned towards him, shushing Banzai in the process. "What do you think you're doing?" she inquired.
"Ooh, you're a long way from home…" The Doctor said aloud, taking his 3-D glasses off. "Not just in a different country but a completely different universe to my own."
"So?"
"The question is… how do three hyneas such as yourselves get access to interdimensional space travel? No, actually, more like, how did your master get access? I'm pretty sure the African pridelands wouldn't be that technologically advanced in your world. Although you are capable of speech, so I could be wrong." The Doctor rambled, rubbing the back of his head.
Banzai, having grown impatient with not attacking The Doctor, growled in annoyance. "Argh! Come on, let's get him!"
With Ed also nodding frantically, his tongue bouncing up and down like a towel flapping in the wind, Shenzi rolled her eyes. "Fine, but don't kill him! We still need him alive, remember?"
Shenzi then grinned evilly and locked eyes with The Doctor. "But if this 'Doctor' goes out of line, then we may have no choice but to kill him."
Ed started to laugh slowly before bursting into maniacal, uncontrollable laughter as he, Banzai and Shenzi slowly approached The Doctor. Only one thought flowed through the Time Lord's mind as he backed away from the hyenas. How did they know my name?
The Doctor briefly glanced at his sonic screwdriver when an idea suddenly hit him. "One thing before potentially dying. Have any of you wondered what's in my hand here?" he asked the hyenas, shaking his trusty gizmo at them.
Ed nodded happily but Banzai only leapt in front of Shenzi, his eyes set on The Doctor. "It's going to be my new chew toy!" he exclaimed, lunging towards The Doctor who merely dodged out of the way.
"It's a sonic screwdriver," The Doctor said. "And it can do this…"
He beamed and pointed his screwdriver towards the sky. As he pressed the button, a loud sonic wave erupted from the device. The sonic wave was so large that it sent ripples in the lake nearby. The Hyenas immediately winced in pain and collapsed to the ground due to the sound pressure hitting their ears. All three of them had their paws over their ears, trying but failing to cover themselves.
Once the hyenas were down, The Doctor turned off his sonic screwdriver and stuffed it back into his suit pocket. He then approached Shenzi, who growled as he got closer and knelt beside her.
"Damn you…" she muttered, venom in her voice.
"You left me no choice," The Doctor said. "Now tell me. Who sent you here?"
Before Shenzi could answer, a strange energy started to form around The Doctor. The energy was thin and white with occasional sparkle appearing. At the sight of the energy, The Doctor immediately leapt up and examined his hands. His eyes widened at his body disappearing into the unknown.
Seeing that The Doctor was disappearing, Shenzi flashed a sly grin. "You'll find out…" she said.
A bright white light soon engulfed The Doctor, the entire world vanishing around him like a sudden thick fog. The bright light was instantaneous and as soon as it was gone, so was The Doctor.
The Doctor has been acquired.
(-)
As his vision eventually cleared up, The Doctor realised that he wasn't in the Powell Estate anymore. In fact, he wasn't on Earth at all.
He was stuck in some sort of green glass tube, wide enough so that it wouldn't crush or suffocate him. He had plenty of wiggle room. Beyond the tube was a large spherical room, red light reflecting off the steel that made up it's construction. A small strip of black metal suspended in thin air stretched out towards a circular platform, a control console taking up half of the space. Scattered throughout the room was more circular platforms, raised slightly to show off some of the circuitry. An assortment of robots that The Doctor didn't recognise stood on the platforms completely still, as if they were on standby mode.
"What?! Where am I?! What?!" The Doctor exclaimed, pressing his fists against the glass.
"Well, hello again old friend…" a voice greeted. A voice that made The Doctor's hearts almost stop beating.
No… it can't be. That's not possible!
Soon enough the voice revealed itself, having a face that The Doctor hasn't seen in a very long time. The Master was staring right at him through the glass tube but he looked older than when The Doctor saw him last. Also he had a beard, matching the look that his previous incarnations in the past.
"Miss me?" he said with an evil grin.
The Doctor stayed silent, completely surprised about what was happening. The Master was dead last time he checked, he even burned his body. So how could he have survived?
The Master noticed The Doctor's silence and chuckled. "Oh what's the matter, Doctor? Master got your tongue?" He questioned before laughing to himself.
"But you can't be here... You're dead." The Doctor murmured.
The Master smirked. "Come now, Doctor. Surely you must know by now that I can never truly die. Even Rassilon and the rest of the Council knew that," he said. "They left me to rot at Gomer's Asylum for the rest of my lives. I truly was welcome back to Gallifrey with open arms."
A look of confusion swept over The Doctor's face. "Back to Gallifrey? What are you talking about?" he wondered.
The Master merely frowned, leaning forward as he stared into The Doctor's eyes. Eventually he smirked again. "Oh, you don't know... do you? How I came back?"
"How did you come back?" The Doctor asked.
The Master was about to speak until a man with a red skull, who The Doctor didn't recognise, appeared next to The Master with an impatient glare on his face.
"Master, if I may interrupt…" The man said, speaking with a German accent.
The Master glared back at the man for a brief moment before smiling enigmatically. "Of course, Red Skull. Time for you and Doom to take the controls," he then turned to The Doctor. "We'll catch up later." he muttered.
The Doctor watched as The Master walked off to the control console with Red Skull. At the console they met up with another man wearing a suit of armour and green robes, who The Doctor assumed was this Doom person that The Master mentioned. The Doctor pressed his ear to the glass curiously to try to find out what they were saying.
"You sent the hyenas after him?! You told us he was your world's greatest threat!" Doom barked, pointing angrily at The Master's face.
"He is…" The Master replied, moving Doom's finger away. "I would've sent something far more dangerous if I wanted to kill him."
"You mean you deliberately sent him here?! That was not the plan!"
The Master rolled his eyes. "The Doctor's far too unpredictable to leave behind in his own world. Trust me, he's better here…" He murmured, briefly glancing at The Doctor. "Where we can see him."
Moving away from Doom and Red Skull and adjusting his coat, The Master cleared his throat. "Now shall we move on? I hear your world has many threats, but what one is the greatest?" He inquired.
"Depends who's left alive," Red Skull answered, pressing a button on the console. "Let's see if Earth's Mightiest Heroes can survive this."
The Doctor pressed his face against the glass once again to see what was happening. One of the floating platforms in front of the console started to activate, blue light emanating from the top. A shape started to form, a shape all too familiar to The Doctor. Side handles at the top of the head and emotionless teardrop-like eyes, this was enough to make The Doctor's eyes widen.
They're doomed. Was all that The Doctor could say in his head.
(-)
New York City. The City That Never Sleeps.
In this dimension, it certainly lives up to that nickname. Day and night, the streets are packed with the most notorious criminals and mobsters that ever lived. Even an occasional supervillain comes to wreck havoc every now and then. It wasn't a safe place to live from certain viewpoints.
But where there was evil, there was good…
Heroes of all shapes and sizes work tirelessly to keep the peace in the city, even if it meant sacrificing themselves. Criminals would always fearfully predict what superhero would come in and save the day, whether it would be Captain America with his mighty shield or Thor and his mighty hammer.
Today, however, was strangely quiet. The sun shone across the many buildings and skyscrapers that made up the Big Apple as civilians walked on the newspaper and rubbish-littered streets, going about their day on their phones or Bluetooth devices or were just chatting to their friends with a coffee club in hand.
Suddenly a figure swung through the air, his weight being supported by a thin but strong white thread. A man flew through the air as he stuck his thumb, pointing finger and pinky finger out, another white thread shooting out of his wrist.
The man, unlike everyone else, wore something that would fit in at a comic convention. He wore a red and blue spandex bodysuit with black web patterns weaved into the red sections of the suit. A small black spider symbol was printed on his chest while a bigger red one was printed on his back, both having different designs. The man also wore a mask to conceal his face, white lenses acting as one-way mirrors. Meaning the man can see through the lenses but you can't see through the man.
Some call this man amazing. Others call him sensational or astonishing, sometimes even ultimate. Most people brand him as a menace. But to all he is known as Spider-Man.
Spider-Man swung to a nearby low building, landing gracefully on the roof which caused a few pigeons, who were merely minding their own business, to quickly fly off into the distance.
"Step away birds, your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man is having lunch." Spider-Man said as he sat on the edge of the building.
Spider-Man reached into a brown paper bag that he had been carrying during his web swinging, pulling out half of a sandwich. A ham, cheese and pickle delight on french bread with mustard, grilled and pressed flat. The best sandwich in Queens in Spidey's opinion.
Pulling off half of his mask so that his mouth was free, Spider-Man opened his mouth wide to take a bite from the sandwich. But before he could start eating, a lone pigeon fluttered its wings and landed next to him. Spider-Man glanced at the pigeon from the corner of his eyes and rolled them frustratingly.
Spider-Man groaned. "No. Not this time. Last time I gave you a piece, you called up all your friends!" he said.
The pigeon chirped in response and quickly cocked its head, giving a somewhat sad look in Spider-Man's direction. Spider-Man stared back into the pigeon's eyes, his hands still firmly grasped on the sides of the sandwich. Eventually guilt washed over Spider-Man's conscience and he gave in.
"Fine…" Spider-Man sighed, ripping off a chunk of bread from his sandwich and tossed it to the pigeon. "But don't tell anyone this time. Just keep it to yourself, okay?"
The pigeon chirped happily as it munched on the piece of bread, flying off into the distance after quickly consuming it. Better than eating plastic, I suppose. Spider-Man thought.
"Great… guilt-tripped by a pigeon. There's a first time for everything." Spider-Man then muttered loudly to himself before looking back at his sandwich. "Now, where was I?"
As Spider-Man went in for a bite again, a tingling feeling suddenly erupted from the back of Spider-Man's head. This immediate tingling feeling caused Spider-Man to quickly dart his head around to see what was causing it.
Spider-Sense going nuts! But what's causing it? Surely not my sandwich, it's usually not that sensitive. Unless…
Before Spider-Man could come up with any theories in his head, a large blue light appeared in the middle of the street below him. This caused a few cars to swerve out of control and crash into the nearby lamp posts. Civilians initially were cautious about the strange blue light that appeared out of nowhere, some of the youths even took to taking a picture of it on their fancy phones.
Then an assortment of silver men emerged from the blue light, prompting the civilians to run for their lives. They had bulky metal suits of armour, their footsteps making a large thud noise everytime they moved. You couldn't see the men in the armour, their faces covered by an emotionless helmet with tear-drop eyes and handles on the side of their heads. A large 'C' was engraved on a circular panel on their chest, indicating that they were made from a company unknown to Spider-Man.
Robots? Where did they come from? Definitely not Ultron… who else is crazy enough to build a robotic army? Spider-Man pondered as he perched on the building ledge, observing what the silver men are up to.
Once the civilians saw the silver men, they immediately made a run for it. One of the silver men immediately darted it's head towards a young man in the crowd and raised its arm, a mini blaster emerging from it's arm.
"Delete." The silver man uttered, firing a red plasma blast at the man which killed him instantly.
Almost instantly, Spider-Man leapt off the ledge and web blasted the silver man's blaster before heroically landing on the road. The civilians turned and their faces immediately lit up when they saw the web-slinger.
"Yeah, Spider-Man!" A man cheered.
"Go get them Spidey!" A woman shouted.
Spider-Man couldn't help but smile under his mask. Despite all of J Jonah Jameson's petty squabbles about him on the Daily Bugle, it was always nice to hear the people of New York cheer him on. A definite improvement from his regular life as the plain Peter Parker.
"Go, get to safety!" Spider-Man ordered the civilians. "I'll handle these guys!"
The silver man robotically turned to his webbed up blaster and ripped it off. It then pointed the blaster towards Spider-Man.
"Alright tin cans, time to send you to the scrap heap!" Spider-Man said, his eyes narrowing.
The silver men started to shoot at Spider-Man, who was easily able to dodge them thanks to his superhuman reflexes. Spider-Man, at every possible moment, then webbed them up with an impact web or a trip mine or knocked them off balance. But no matter how much he tried, the silver men kept on getting up.
"Hey guys, could you perhaps stay down when I web you up?" Spider-Man jokingly asked. "Helps me a lot…"
Despite his wisecracking pleas, the silver men refused to back down against Spider-Man. In fact, they were all focused on him as if he interested them. As if they haven't dealt with this kind of enemy before.
Spider-Man frowned. "Come on, not a snicker? Or even a 'Damn you, Spider-Man!' to shout out at me?" He then perched himself onto a nearby lamp post as the silver men started to recharge their weaponry. "You guys are no fun…"
"You will be upgraded." The leader said.
"Yeah, I've been looking for a new phone. You guys got any suggestions?" Spider-Man quipped.
"You will become like us." The leader muttered. Even though the silver man sounded emotionless, it was clearly becoming annoyed at Spider-Man's antics.
Spider-Man shook his head. "I tried the whole armour thing. Not my style. So I'm just going to web you guys up again." he said, sticking his hand out to attack the silver men once again.
But before he could web the silver men up, the leader stuck out his arm blaster and shot at Spider-Man's web shooters. The blast caused the web shooters to short out as well as shocking Spider-Man in the process. Spider-Man screamed in pain as he collapsed onto the road below, a hint of smoke rising from his body.
"Man, that stings…" Spider-Man grunted under his breath.
Spider-Man found himself defensive as the silver men approached, their metal boots getting louder and louder which made Spider-Man's ears ring. He couldn't move, he couldn't web them up. He wasn't even sure if plain old punching would stop these metal monstrosities.
Spider-Man was completely powerless.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a large beam of energy came behind Spider-Man and blasted the silver men. The blast was powerful enough to knock the silver men quite far from the web-slinger. Spider-Man slowly turned his head to see where the energy beam came from and his eyes were met with relief.
Polished red dominated the nitinal suit of protective armor, with gold accenting most of the peripheral limbs; the face mask itself was also a shiny gold color. Deep grooves in the suit allowed for easy movement around the joints. Repulsors were placed on the palm of each of his hands and on the soles of his feet, and a glowing circle of light was situated in the middle of his chest, the very thing that powered the suit: the arc reactor.
It was the Invincible Iron Man himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and most importantly the co-leader of the Avengers.
Iron Man landed close to Spider-Man and lifted him onto his feet. "Take it easy, kid…" he muttered, his voice sounding metallic through his helmet.
"Huh? Tony?" Spider-Man groaned. "Where did you come from?"
"These robots are attacking parts of the city. I was on my way to Avengers Tower where I saw you getting pinned down so I intervened." Iron Man answered.
"Do you have any idea where these robots came from?" Spider-Man queried. "It couldn't be Ultron, right?"
Iron Man turned his head towards the fallen silver men ahead of him. "No… they're different. I'm picking up a weird energy. An energy that doesn't belong here…" he said. "If only I could get a part of them that's intact to analyse…"
"Well, it seems like your wish has been granted. Look!" Spider-Man exclaimed, pointing towards the silver men.
The silver men began to slowly rise up to their feet, some had their limbs ripped off from Iron Man's repulsor blast while some looked badly damaged with burns or shredded metal.
"Hostile forces will be deleted." The leader ordered, his voice sounding frazzled and broken.
As the remaining silver men marched towards Iron Man and Spider-Man, the two superheroes got into a battle stance and glanced at each other.
"Team up?" Spider-Man suggested.
Iron Man nodded. "Team up."
Spider-Man, now fully healed from the silver men's previous attack, leapt up and webbed the silver men together while Iron Man fired a few repulsor blasts to keep them from moving forward. Spider-Man eventually managed to trap all the silver men into a gigantic web pile before moving out of the way as Iron Man was prepared to unleash a powerful attack.
"JARVIS, power to unibeam!" he exclaimed.
A massive surge of energy erupted out of Iron Man's arc reactor and headed straight for the webbed-up silver men. Once the unibeam made contact with the silver men, heat started to build up in the web ball. The intensity of the heat caused the silver men to glow a molten orange as they slowly melted.
Soon enough, the silver men couldn't take anymore of the unibeam's power and exploded. Bits and pieces of the silver men were scattered all over the street, oil and other fluids sprayed all over the walls that were nearby.
As Iron Man powered down his unibeam, Spider-Man jumped right next to him. "That was awesome! High-five Iron Buddy!" he exclaimed excitedly, lifting up his hand towards Iron Man.
When Iron Man took one glance at him and walked to the debris, Spider-Man quickly folded his arms awkwardly. "...or not. That's all good, I hate high-fives anyway." he mumbled to himself.
Iron Man, meanwhile, slowly approached the scattered remains of the silver men just in case they attacked him with their disembodied limbs. Iron Man knelt down and picked up a silver man's helmet, examining the clear and colourless fluid that was dripping from underneath the helmet.
"JARVIS, what am I looking at here? A new type of oil?" Iron Man asked his trusty A.I, rubbing the fluid on his fingers.
"Not oil, sir. It's actually Cerebrospinal fluid… normally found in the brain and spinal cord." JARVIS answered.
Iron Man's eyes widened. Brain fluid? No… it couldn't be.
"Uh, Tony? You might want to take a look at this…" Spider-Man said, causing Iron Man to dart his head towards the web slinger.
Spider-Man was examining his hands, a thin white energy forming around his body as he started to slowly fade away. Iron Man quickly looked at his own hands to see that the same energy was surrounding him as well.
"JARVIS, override whatever is teleporting us!" Iron Man barked, getting up onto his feet.
"Not possible sir! It's-"
Before JARVIS could finish what he was saying, both Iron Man and Spider-Man were engulfed in a white light. No trace of them was left behind as the light disappeared instantaneously.
Iron Man and Spider-Man have been acquired.
(-)
The Doctor quickly turned his head to the two tubes next to him were suddenly surrounded by light, two figures unknown to him appearing as the light started to dissipate. As The Doctor stared at the figures, there was a sense of recognition. As if he knew who these people were but he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What?! Who are you?!" Iron Man barked, darting his eyes around the tube that he's now trapped in.
"Who are you?" The Doctor wondered in a more calmer tone than Iron Man's.
"Where are we, Tony?" Spider-Man asked, turning to Iron Man.
The Doctor pointed to Doctor Doom and Red Skull. "Ask them…" The Doctor muttered, answering for Iron Man.
As Doom and Red Skull approached, both Iron Man and Spider-Man's eyes widened. They certainly didn't expect to see two powerful enemies standing side-by-side.
"Doom?! Red Skull?! Since when you two were such cuddle buddies?" Spider-Man inquired, his sense of humour still maintained.
Doom approached Spider-Man's tube and glared at him through the glass. "I would be quiet, Spider-Man. Your incessant prattling never fails to annoy me."
Spider-Man grinned under his mask. "Aww, Doomy… Incessant is the best kind of prattling."
Doom growled slightly and aimed his gauntlet at Spider-Man, a green energy emitting from it. Before he could fire it at the web slinger, Red Skull intervened and moved Doom's gauntlet down.
"I wouldn't waste that on him, Herr Doctor. Despite his quirks, we still need him." Red Skull said.
Narrowing his eyes at Red Skull, Doom eventually tucked his gauntlet back into his cloak. Spider-Man then turned to Red Skull.
"Oh Red Skull, can I say it's an honor that you chose me over Captain America. Didn't know I meant that much to you." he teased.
Red Skull turned to Spider-Man, not fazed by his quips. "On the contrary, Spider-Man, I was trying to track down the Captain and sent the Cybermen across the city to lure him in. But then you and Stark managed to prove yourselves worthy to our cause." he explained.
"What did you do with those robots you sent?" Iron Man exclaimed angrily, banging on the glass. "You put living brains inside of them!"
"They didn't do that…" The Doctor spoke up.
Iron Man turned to The Doctor. "I suppose you know where they came from then?"
"I do, actually," The Doctor nodded. "They're called the Cybermen, they're from my world. Human beings with their brains put into metal shells. They're only purpose is to make every living thing be like them."
"Why would they do that?"
The Doctor glared at Iron Man. "Because they believe they're better than humanity…"
Iron Man sank back into his pod, staying silent. The Master smirked at Iron Man's defeated look as he joined Red Skull and Doctor Doom, leaning his elbow on The Doctor's tube. "You hear that, Doctor? The sound of defeat as you are left powerless against us." The Master muttered.
"You could've sent the Cybermen after me but you sent hyenas instead… why?" The Doctor questioned. "In fact you could've sent an even powerful enemy against me or the other guys here, perhaps from another universe, but you didn't. Why are you keeping us alive?"
"All in good time, Doctor…" The Master chuckled, before turning to Red Skull. "If you want to capture Captain America, you better do it now. The Cybermen tend to use body parts."
Red Skull nodded and marched his way towards the console, Doom and The Master following close behind. Once The Master had turned his back, The Doctor angrily whipped out his sonic screwdriver from his suit pocket and leaned in close to the glass.
"Not this time." The Doctor murmured.
The Doctor activated his sonic screwdriver towards the console. The console suddenly exploded, sparks flying everywhere. The proximity of the explosion caused The Master, Doom and Red Skull to fall on the ground, covering themselves from the sparks.
"That's some space gizmo you got there, dude…" Spider-Man said to The Doctor.
"What did you do?" Iron Man wondered.
The Doctor turned to Iron Man. "Well… hopefully sent the Cybermen packing by damaging the teleporter." he answered.
Doom, Red Skull and The Master slowly got up from the platform, observing the damage that The Doctor did on the console. The console was hardly damaged besides from a few burn marks so it was fixable despite the damage.
"The teleporter! No!" Doom exclaimed.
The Master merely chuckled to himself which caused both Doom and Red Skull to turn and frown angrily at him.
"I don't see anything funny here, Herr Master…" Red Skull said, not sharing The Master's amusement.
"Oh, but it is." The Master said, noticing a blinking light on the console. "Look."
Red Skull looked at the console and stared at it wide-eyed. "Something's gone loose in one of the dimensions. Doom, find it once!" he ordered Doom, getting up quickly and regaining his posture before heading to the console.
"Impossible…" Doom muttered.
"What is it? Speak up!" Red Skull demanded.
"The deity known as Gozer has gone missing," Doom answered. "Where did it go? I must find it!"
As the chaos unfolded, The Doctor stared at the villains through the class. Completely shocked at what just happened, his eyes were horrified and his breathing was erratic but slow.
What have I done? Was the only thought that continuously flowed through his head.
(-)
Coolsville. A town of mystery…
Unlike The Doctor's or Iron Man and Spider-Man's dimension, this world seemed relatively normal compared to theirs. While there were some superheroes and supervillains, they are considered a minor threat due to their dimwittedness and their hijinks felt very cartoony in some way.
However, in the city of Coolsville, ghosts, monsters and occasionally demons or spooky space kooks come out to scare people from a local area away. No one knew why they were, it wasn't like they could ask the ghost why they were haunting a place. That would seem dumb. Everyone would've already fled the area before they could confront the spirit.
But as it turns out, all these ghosts and monsters had one thing in common: they were all fake. Scheming little men and women concealing themselves in rubber suits and masks, scaring everyone away to make a quick buck or clear the place out for real estate purposes.
And they would have succeeded to… if it weren't for those meddling kids and their dog.
They were called Mystery Incorporated, Mystery Inc for short. A group of kids and their large, lovable Great Dane travelling around in their 60's hippie-era inspired van. They always seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time on their way to visiting a relative or somehow winning a trip somewhere. But thankfully they did show up, otherwise the villains would've carried on with their dastardly plan.
Night had just fallen, the crescent moon glowing in the dark sky as lamps illuminated the streets below. The stars were covered with dark clouds and a light breeze was blowing all over town. The streets were empty, everyone else had either retired for the night or were in a restaurant or club somewhere.
All except two figures…
One figure was a tall and lanky teen, who almost was thin as a stick. He had a long neck which was unusual for people this age. A mop of dusty brown shaggy hair was placed on his head, one singular strand of hair sticking out at the back of his head. He also had whiskers on his chin, which could be considered a goatee if you looked hard enough. The figure wore a baggy green v-neck t-shirt, brown bell bottom pants and black shoes.
The other figure walking beside the lanky teen was a large brown Great Dane, who had the opposite characteristics to your usual prize-winning purebred Great Dane. Those characteristics include a sloping chin, black spots that were on his upper body, a long tail, a sloped back, and bow legs. Around the dog's neck was a blue-green collar, a diamond shaped dog tag with the initials 'SD' engraved into the metal.
Their names were Shaggy Rogers and Scooby-Doo, two members of Mystery Incorporated.
"What a night to be walking home from the movies, Scooby-Doo…" Shaggy muttered. "And all because you wanted to see the reboot of Star: Dog Ranger of the North Woods… and, like, twice!"
Scooby nodded frantically, his tongue hanging out. "Reah, reah, reah!" He exclaimed.
"No, it was terrible!" Shaggy argued. "Like, why do all movies lately have to be all about sequels and reboots? Surely there must be something original out there, right?"
"Rit's ror rostalgia." Scooby piped in, his happiness remaining intact.
"Nostalgia doesn't, like, always work though, Scoob," Shaggy pointed out, standing in front of his canine companion. "You remember that monster movie we saw the other day, that certainly didn't do anything for me…"
As Shaggy continued rambling, an enormous shape loomed over him and Scooby. The shape blocked out the moonlight, leaving Shaggy and Scooby only in the dim street lights. Since the shape was standing behind Shaggy, only Scooby could see it. Once he caught sight of the mysterious shape in the dark, Scooby's eyes widened and all the colour drained from his face.
"R-R-Raggy?!" Scooby stuttered, his body literally shaking.
Shaggy was unfazed by Scooby's sudden cowardice. "Hold on a minute, Scoob, I'm trying to say something here…" he said.
As Shaggy continued where he left off, Scooby was trying many ways to get the message through to him. He waved his paws around, he tried to impersonate the shape behind him, nothing seemed to get his attention. Luckily the shape had made no attempt to attack them otherwise they would've been goners.
Eventually the shape had lost it's patience and let out a large roar, spooking both Scooby and Shaggy. It frightened Shaggy so much that he lost track of what he was talking about, instead his face was plastered with fear.
"Scooby… Like, please don't tell me there's some monster right behind me." Shaggy quivered.
Scooby answered with a panicky shake of his head. Shaggy then made the regretful decision to turn around and see what roared behind him. The answer was not satisfying…
Standing at about thirty-four metres tall was a large, white humanoid figure made of marshmallows. The Marshmallow Man wore a white sailor cap with a red ribbon attached to it, a blue hatband had the words 'Stay Puft' knitted onto it. Along with the sailor cap, the Marshmallow Man also wore a blue traditional sailor's collar around his neck, complete with a red handkerchief.
Shaggy chuckled out of sheer fright. "Like, I told you not to tell me that!" he exclaimed, bolting off in the opposite direction. "Run for it, Scoob!"
Scooby ran behind Shaggy, leaving the Marshmallow Man behind with a pile of dust from the pavement. They ran for a few blocks, the Marshmallow Man getting closer and closer due to its larger height. However Shaggy and Scooby spend a lot of time being chased by monsters both big and small, so they're able to stay in front of the Marshmallow Man.
"Quick, Scoob. Let's hide in here." Shaggy said as they approached the junkyard.
Once they entered the junkyard, they ran further in towards the centre so that the Marshmallow Man couldn't immediately spot them. They jumped into a nearby wrecked yellow people mover, crouching in between the seats.
The two heard giant footsteps, the car rattling each time the Marshmallow Man took a step. After a while, all went quiet. Shaggy slowly peered out the car door to see if the coast was clear, slumping back down to between the seats and taking a sigh of relief afterwards.
"Phew… I think it's gone, Scoob," Shaggy hissed. "Good thing too, he'll never find us in here…"
A second after Shaggy spoke, the top of the wrecked car ripped open. The Marshmallow Man looked down at Scooby and Shaggy, his brow furrowed while maintaining his child-like smile.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy shouted out as he jumped into Scooby's paws.
Scooby raised his eyebrow. "Rou rere raying?" he muttered.
The Marshmallow Man growled slightly, causing Shaggy and Scooby to whimper. They held each other as the Marshmallow Man went to grab one of them. One big soft hand managed to Scooby, Shaggy holding onto his tail as the Marshmallow Man retracted his hand.
"Scooby, no!" Shaggy cried out.
Scooby's tail was starting to slip in Shaggy's grip, the strength of the Marshmallow Man overwhelming his own. Eventually Shaggy lost his grip and tumbled out of the car, Scooby moving higher and further away from him.
"Raggy!" Scooby called out.
Scooby was lifted towards the Marshmallow Man's face, the furrowed brow replaced with a more happy and curious look. Scooby looked oddly at the Marshmallow Man, the monsters are usually never happy to see him in previous encounters. Scooby would know that of course, usually being dragged in to lure the monster into one of Fred Jones' traps.
As the Marshmallow Man gazed at Scooby like a brand new toy from a kindergarten toy box, Scooby frantically tried to wiggle himself free from the Man's grip despite the fact that he would most likely be a pancake if he fell from this height.
Scooby jumped slightly from the Marshmallow Man's slight growl, whimpering as he tried to shimmy out of the Man's hand to no success.
Then suddenly an idea popped into Scooby's head, an idea that doesn't come up often. In fact, the only ideas that Scooby knows off by heart is run, cower, eat and sleep. Scooby quickly darted his eyes to one of the Marshmallow Man's fat fingers and with no hesitation, he sank his teeth into the finger on top.
Once Scooby's teeth entered the Marshmallow Man's finger, a familiar taste swept his system. The scent of imitation vanilla and the taste of sweet sugar became all too familiar to Scooby-Doo.
The Marshmallow Man grunted in surprise as Scooby released his teeth from his finger. The suddenity of Scooby biting him caused him to loosen his grip on the Great Dane. Scooby somehow managed to stay in the air for a long time, chuckling smugly at the Marshmallow Man. However it didn't take him long to realise that he was in mid-air, gravity eventually returned once Scooby looked down at the ground.
"Ruh roh." Scooby said before he fell.
Scooby fell straight down, much like an anvil on it's way to hit a cartoon character. Seeing that Scooby was falling, Shaggy immediately jumped out of the car and held out his arms in an attempt to catch the Great Dane.
"I've got you, Scooby!" Shaggy shouted as Scooby got closer to the ground.
However Scooby didn't land in Shaggy's arms, in fact Shaggy wasn't even close. Scooby plummeted into the ground next to him, leaving a deep Scooby-shaped hole in the ground. Shaggy's eyes widened at the sense that he messed up and slowly turned his head around, not wanting to see what potentially remained from his best friend.
Strangely, Scooby then got up from the hole he plummeted into, his eyes rolling all over the place and his head spinning with stars circling around him. Scooby shaked his head to get rid of any dizziness and the stars immediately disappeared.
"Like, are you alright Scooby?" Shaggy wondered, racing to Scooby and pulling him up from out of the hole.
"Re's rade rof rarshmallows!" Scooby said, out of the blue.
Shaggy looked at Scooby in a confused way. "Marshmallows? What are you talking about?"
"Rat ring's rade rof rarshmallows!" Scooby said again, pointing to the Marshmallow Man.
Shaggy looked closely at the Marshmallow Man, who was starting to get irritated. Seeing that Scooby was right, Shaggy smirked as a plan formulated in his head. A rare occasion for Shaggy, since he wasn't the one to come up with the plans in Mystery Incorporated.
"You think what I'm thinking, Scooby?" Shaggy queried.
Scooby nodded frantically, licking his chops and clapping his hands excitedly.
Shaggy and Scooby then faced the Marshmallow Man and raced towards him with their teeth bared. The Marshmallow Man backed away as quickly as he could, a look of surprise on his face from Shaggy and Scooby's sudden bravery. Shaggy and Scooby sank their teeth into the Marshmallow Man's rolled up legs and started to devour him, pieces of marshmallow flew all over the place as they gobbled the Marshmallow Man like a wood chipper chipping wood.
In a matter of minutes, the once gigantic Marshmallow Man had completely disappeared thanks to Shaggy and Scooby except for his sailor gear which laid flat on the ground. Scooby and Shaggy, meanwhile, were covered in bits of marshmallow, somehow keeping the same weight as they had before they've eaten. However despite their tremendous appetite, they looked exhausted from eating a large amount of marshmallow.
"Scoob, remind me to never eat marshmallows ever again…" Shaggy puffed.
Scooby raised an eyebrow. "Rever?"
"Ok, like, maybe just after a week…" Shaggy chuckled, slightly out of breath.
As Shaggy and Scooby brushed off the remnants of the Marshmallow Man, a weird white energy started to sparkle around them. Scooby jumped into Shaggy's arms as soon as he noticed the energy around him.
"Rikes!" Scooby exclaimed.
"Like, what's-?" Shaggy started to wonder before he and Scooby vanished after being engulfed in a white light. The same white light that managed to capture a Time Lord and two superheroes.
Scooby-Doo and Shaggy Rogers have been acquired… accidentally.
(-)
"-Happening?"
Shaggy and Scooby confusingly looked around their new surroundings, both of them snugly encased in the same glass tube. The Master, Red Skull and Doom both stared surprisingly into their tube, like a kid gawking at a sleeping animal at the zoo. The Doctor, Iron Man and Spider-Man also stared surprisingly at the new arrivals, The Doctor planting his face against the glass to see since he was the furthest away.
"No powers. No special weapons. Nothing, just ordinary beings…" Doom said, folding his arms.
"With the intellectual capability of fleas, I might add…" The Master added.
Red Skull shrugged as he walked away from Shaggy and Scooby's tube. "No matter. They may not be the ideal heroes we need but we might as well conquer their world as well." he said.
Scooby turned to Shaggy. "Reroes?" he murmured.
"Like, conquer our world?! What's going on here? Where are we? Who are you guys?" Shaggy bombarded the villains with questions, panic flowing through his system.
The villains merely ignored Shaggy's questions and turned to face each other. "Bring us the finest Latverian wine from my stores!" Doom called out.
The door that led into the room that they were in slid open on both sides, a few Doombots entering together. One held a tray with wine in a few glasses, which approached Doctor Doom. Doom grabbed his wine without acknowledging the Doombot as it approached both The Master and Red Skull.
The Master raised his glass. "My friends, I propose a toast to success. To all of our associates in the multiverse and most importantly... to us!"
"To us!" Red Skull and Doctor Doom exclaimed together, raising their classes and clinking them together.
"The heroes that'll cause a problem to us have been captured. Soon we'll become masters not just to our world, but other worlds too… and there's no one that can stop us!" The Master continued, joining his glass with Doom and Red Skull's before laughing maniacally.
The Master's laughter echoed through the control room, The Doctor, Iron Man, Spider-Man, Shaggy and Scooby left helpless in their glass tube prisons. They couldn't escape, they couldn't do anything. All they could do was stare at the villains as they celebrated their victory.
The Doctor looked the most scared out of all of them, even more scared than Shaggy and Scooby were. But he wasn't scared for him or scared of The Master and his new alliance. He was scared for the universe, his and the others that were also targeted.
Because without him, the multiverse is doomed…
Well here we have it, Chapter 1 has been completed. I really hope that I've got these characters right, I haven't written for these franchises in 2-3 years!
So anyway, Chapter 2 will be released next month. I'll be retaining my schedule that I had for Crazy Little Thing Called Love because that way, I can actually finish a story!
I'll like to thank my fellow Spyro Discord member, Speedbreaker, for beta-reading this chapter. Thanks so much!
This is TARDIS1039, signing off. Allons-y!