Townsville:
The sirens blazes as screams fill the air, everyone grabs whatever they want and need while they rush for the shelters. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flash back and forth around the city as they get try to get as many civilians into the fallout shelters.
By this time, the girls were in their 20s. Blossom wore a red business dress, with a red tie, high socks, and red high heels. Bubbles wore a blue sweater and long shirt, high socks, and blue tennis shoes. And Buttercup wore a biker jacket over a green sleeveless shirt, black pants, and black biker boots.
"Okay, that should be everyone!" Says Buttercup, dusting off her hands.
"Wait, The Professor!" Cried Blossom as she flashed back to their house, hoping to get there before it was too late.
She flashed through the city at neck break speeds, flashing through the city, the suburbs, and finally she got to their house. Professor Utonium was there, readying the last of his research into a suitcase.
His hair had begun greying but beside that he looked the same as he did when they first meet.
"Professor, we have to go on!" Blossom pressed, trying to explain as quickly possible, "The shelters are almost full and the Wave is nearly here!"
"Okay, I've got everything I need for the project! Let's go!" The Professor said, getting into his daughter's arms as she flashed out of the house.
As they sped to the shelters, a deafening boom rockets the skies. Behind the father and daughter was an everblazing and everspanning wave of flame, dust, and rubble, spearing through everything like a hot blade through plastic. Buildings uprooted and crumbled, trees fly in the flames to flay into ash, the winds slash apart, and the ground uproots.
They speed and flash to the shelters, dodging falling debris and buildings, outrunning the crumbling streets. Blossom saw her sisters signaling her to where the shelters are, vanishing in a blur as they speed down the entryway of the shelter with Buttercup dialing in the code to close the door.
In that fraction of a moment, she slowed perception of time down to a crawl.
She saw the Wave as it approached, the flames shimmer and spiral artily, the clouds of ash and dust behind an unpierceable black shroud, rubble flying in a crackling yet slow and methodical, and the shards of glass gleam in burning light. In this storm of death and light, Buttercup saw one thing near her, still in tact. Walking over and pucking it from the air, she found it was a picture of Buttercup and her family hugging together.
Buttercup gazed at the photo with a small nostalgic smile before speeding back to the shelters as the doors close and the Wave blazes away Townsville.
Peach Creek:
Ed Hill, Eddward Vincent, and Eddy McGee were running like maniacs with bags containing supplies as fissures open through out Peach Creek.
Ed was 22 years old now, wearing the same clothing as usual but they're adult sized and he now has a beard. Double D was 20 years old, he wore a leather jacket, light green shirt, black pants, and black shoes. His hair's been dyed green with a purple streak. Eddy McGee was 21 years old, he wore a yellow flannel shirt over a pale blue shirt, blue jeans, and red polished shoes.
And all of them were carrying a crap load of bags as they raced to a garage by the edge of Peach Creek.
"Armatae!" Double D shouts as the "Initiate Protocol Armageddon!"
"Protocol Armageddon initiated." Project Armatae replied as the garage began rumbling. Suddenly, a massive and very advanced-looking spaceship burst from the ground.
"What the hell's that?!" Eddy shouted as the fissures grew larger and the cul-de-sac fell away into the pits of lava rising. "I'll explain later, come on!" Double D shouts back.
The 3 scramble to the ship, throwing their bags in the cockpit frantically. Suddenly the ground shook and fell away, Eddy screamed and grabbed onto the edge as the other two grabbed onto his arms.
"Master, I know you will not like this," Armatae said as they try to pull Eddy up, "But I believe the most logical decision is to let Eddy go."
The Eds all look at the suit incredulously, "WHAT?!"
"I understand you're reluctance, but I doubt we will have enough sustenance to last for a few weeks after the blast comes our way."
"Guys!" Eddy yelled before the two even had a chance to think about what the suit said, holding on for dear life, "Our lives isn't just a load of comedic episodes! It's the in between that counts!"
As he talked, the lava rose and the cracks grew. Armatae would have said, "Master, we have to go." but Eddy continued before he could.
"14 years we've known each other! 14 years we've lived together in this neighborhood!" Eddy yells. "And we've been there for each other! We've had our backs, ran scams, fought together, and even became the hosts for animal spirits!"
"Which I am still convinced was you and Ed hallucinating," Double D added.
"Yeah, that was a very weird time," Eddy shrugged before continuing, "But above all else, we've been through thick and thin, countless beatings, and humiliations, but each time we were the glue that held each other together."
The two look touched at that.
"Guys, there's a very huge chance we're gonna die anyway." Eddy pleaded, as the world crumbles around them, "So, we can either die alone or we can die together. 3 old friends remembering the friendship they had one last time. I know which one I'd prefer."
Ed and Double D look at each other and nod. They pulled up Eddy and the 3 quickly dive into the ship, while Double D starts it up.
Empire City:
A 25 year old Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable ran down the halls of Drakken's lab. Something needed to be done before this was over, and they knew exactly what it was.
The two kick open a door, revealing a haggard looking Shego by the controls of the observation room.
"Hey, Shego. Been to long." Kim growls at the villainess who giggles insanely in return.
"Well, well, well, Kimmy." Shego grins widely, "You're right, it has been to long."
The villainous lobbed many orbs of green at Kim and Ron who dodged, the latter did a flying kick at Shego who blocked and counterattacks. Ron flew back while Kim and Shego traded blows, dodging, kicking, punching, and blocking at rapid speeds as Kim slowly overpowers the villainess.
"Why did you help them with this, Shego?!" Kim demands as she dodges an orb, "Your brothers would never want this!"
"SHUT UP!" The black hair woman shouted with an look overflowing with rage on her face, "YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME THAT!"
Shego leaps and kicks Kim away. Before she could react, Shego grabbed Ron by the neck as both neared on the cliffside where her orbs impacted the walls. Kim freezes.
"Go on, do it." Shego sneers, with her arm around Ron's throat whom struggles against her, "Do it. And we both go down and you win."
Kim hesitates, looking at her weapon while Ron continues to struggle.
Shego almost laughs, "Go on. I'm dead anyway." She chokes out, shifting against Ron's struggles, "I always was, wasn't I? I didn't know that 'til now. That's how it is, right?"
Kim lets out a shaking breath, pull out her weapon and aims.
"No, No." Shego blurts out, "I can still do this. I can still do this." She shakingly ignites one of her hands, "Just one more fight. It's all I've ever known."
Ron suddenly elbows her in the ribs, causing her to let go. Time seemed to pause as both Kim's and Shego's eyes widened when Ron performed his next move.
He uppercutted Shego.
The blow knocked the villainess off her feet and over the edge. The last of Team Go screams, flailing and grasping at the air as she falls to her death.
Kim and Ron pant as the former stand next to the latter on the edge. The sky was flaring, the dust was rising, heat blazed, and wind booms as they see a wave of flame in the distance.
The two look at each other, almost lovingly. Ron smiles and wraps an arm around Kim and pulls her close. Kim smiles while laying her head on Ron's shoulder.
Satyra HQ:
"RUN!" was the only word that reached Fred's ears as he and many Faunus and Mobians raced to get to the shelters. Eruptions of rock and magma flew as the base tore apart from the force of the blast, the skies flare, the dust flails, and the clouds rush.
Suddenly, the grounds collapse as the remains of the terrorist organization fall apart. Many members scream, flailing their arms as the fall down the hole. Fred managed to grab Suzaku before she falls.
"Hang on!" Fred tells her, struggling to keep his grip as the ground continues to crumble, "I won't let you fall!"
Suzaku looks to Fred with saddened eyes, "You can only save those who want to be saved."
Fred's eyes widened, immediately knowing what's about to happen.
"No!" He begs, "Suzaku, don't-!"
"Tell everyone," Suzaku cuts him off, "I'm sorry."
Then Suzaku Akimi, last of those who follow Satyra, falls to her death.
Fred just stares at the whole, trauma written over his face, then the voices came. Wither he finally snapped or it was a guilt he unknowingly had, they ate at him with 4 simple words.
'Was it worth it?'
He listened to those 4 words as they repeated over and over, he thought about all that he did, the lives that he took, those that declared their hate for him in their final moments.
Then it hit him, he joined Satyra because of his hatred for humans but Satyra was the main reason for their hatred. He only made the hate grow, he only made his kin more hated and more feared.
Tears fell from his eyes as he whispered his answer to the voices.
"No, it wasn't worth it."
Beach City:
Steven, his father, the Gems, and the Bravo family barely manage to get as many of their friends to Midgard as they could, some they had to leave behind as they couldn't carry any more. Johnny managed to convince the other Gods of Asgard to allow the mortals to live there for the time being, but some remained unsympathetic to their plight.
The Gems and Steven look down on the edge of Asgard, down to their old home. It was nearly flooding with flames and ash, a blanket of darkness followed the flames, severing the sun from the earth.
Steven fell to his knees, "Our home." He whispered as Amethyst wrapped her arms around him along with Garnet and Pearl.
"Steven," Pearl says to the boy, "There was nothing we could do."
He nods sadly, "I know, and that why I'm sad."
GrimmFall:
Sebben walked through the ruins of the city, looking to the oncoming storm. His usually combed back hair now unkept and disheveled, his white suit torn and lightly burnt, and his eyepatch missing, revealing the Gem of Sight burning like the stars of the universe.
As the world crumbles, he decides to give it one last go. Phil closes his last remaining eye, concentrating for the gem to give him one last vision.
Many titans of darkness, one from the stars, another from science, the rest from memories, they quake the cold and merciless ground as they walk through the lightless, endless winter.
Forests of metal with beasts of steel, two prophets, one adorning a mask of gold, the other adorning a mask of silver, underground cities, one devoted to protection, others devoted to survival.
Humanoids ripped apart only to reassemble, things long and lean, eating and growing, a mass of machinery and Grimm, and builders of old building once more. The embodiments of Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, Wrath, and Pride.
The eldest of the titans looms over the mountain only for the mountains to flare in light, taking the titan with it. The titans slowly sleep, some go quiet, others go loud, but soon all titans sleep.
An old man then appeared, clad in ragged cloaks and with a long white beard,"One day at a time, it'll reach it's bottom, then the only place left is up."
Phil blinked, then had a smile go on his face.
He looked to up to the sky, "You know what? I think that's all I need."
East Coast:
The Gundam and MEGAS pilots walk to the edge as Bugs, Daffy, and Lola stagger and limb to them, exhausted nearly to the point of comatose. Red lightning burst from the sky as the flames slowly consumed the cities. They can only watch as they knew what was happening.
"Are-" Lola gulped, "Are we gonna die?"
"Probably." Jamie replies bluntly, in an incredibly tired voice.
Lola then turned to Bugs, with absolute misery flooding her expression, and kissed him. He kissed her back.
The others were amused.
Daffy scoffed, "Saw that coming."
"You and me both." Makenzie chuckled.
They stare off into the blaze, looking immensely tired. The unholy red growing larger with streams of purple and orange. They see stones and trails of dust floating and breaking apart around the energy field.
"So, this is how it all ends?" Akira asks, "All of this destroys the planet and humanity?"
Yula nodded, "Pretty much."
They then look to the moon with exhaustion. It was still red, but there were millions of crimson streams that twirled and reformed around it, along with white streams that circled in helix patterns. Despite their world ending, they couldn't help but to be mesmerized at the hollowing yet beautiful scenery.
"You know," Rele says, looking at his comrades, "With all the monsters, other dimensions, aliens, demons, gods, Grimm, and what not, maybe the Reset isn't such a bad idea after all."
"Well," Mackenzie looked on, content with dying, "No use complaining over it now."
Family and friends embrace, lovers tell their feelings, and enemies join together as they accept their fate.
"Jamie, I've just one last thing to say."
Said man groaned, "If you say, 'I love you', I swear to God-"
"No, you're the biggest jerk I've ever known." Coop clarified bluntly.
"Oh."
"You're also my best friend."
Jamie just nods, "You too."
Nowhere:
In a cavern deep in the mountains of Nowhere, sat the Daughter of Trigon. She was now 27 years old and quite beautiful, she wore a dark blue sleeveless dress, a gold necklace, and dark blue high heels.
She sat at a golden table awaiting for the followers of the Lord of Chaos for their celebration in leading the world's end.
Raven sat there, babbling, "The thing is...I had a speech. I learned it all." She then put her face in her hands in despair, "Oh, God. They won't understand, they won't understand."
"Of course they won't understand, honey." Raven looked up to see Matthew McGee standing there smugly, "I'm beyond their understanding. They're humans. Sugar and spice and everything...useless unless you're baking. I'm more than that. More than flesh—"
Matthew then shifted to the appearance of Black Velvet,"—more than blood. I'm..." 'She' pauses, "you know, I honestly don't think there's a human word good enough for me." 'She' sighed pleasantly, "Oh, my name will be on everyone's lips, assuming their lips haven't been torn off. But not just yet. That's alright, though—"
Black Velvet then became I.O.N.E.S.C.O., "—I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters." He stares off as if looking to a camera, "They're exactly where I want them to be." He then stares back to the captive, "And so are you, Number 17. You're right where you belong."
He then appeared as Control Freak, crouching next to Raven, "So what'd you think? You'd get your soul back and everything'd go back to the way you wanted? Soul's slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine?" He chuckles slightly, "Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own woman, and I respect that, but—"
Whatever was in front of Raven then took Weathervane's form, touching the halfbreed's face, "—you never will. You'll always be mine. You'll always be in the dark with me, singing our little songs. You like our little songs, don't you? You've always liked them, right from the beginning. And that's where we're going—"
It then had Sammael's appearance as he stands, "—right back to the beginning. Not the Bang... not the Word... the true beginning."
He starts circling Raven, "The next few months are going to be quite a ride. And I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck, if it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you. Trying to do what's right, just like them. You still don't get it. It's not about right, not about wrong..."
It walks out of sight before Raven turned around to see it as Phil Ken Sebben, "It's about power.
The energy burst across the world, destroying everything. The sound of fire and death boomed in the waking chaos. Humans, animals, entire civilizations, and ancient cultures long forgotten, wiped away in a moment. Crevasses bursting with magma, debris exiting the atmosphere, forests and deserts burning and glassing. The dying screams of the many fall in abyssal silence.
The oceans and arctic disappear in the black clouds, mountains and landscapes crumble and dissolve. Echoes of the dying drown in storm and flame. Cracks and crevices being formed and destroyed. Crimson lightning blazing like bloodstained arrows, the sunlight fading from the world as the dark clouds cover the world in a blanket of ash, fire, and darkness. The piercing wind uprooting the dead flora and fauna, the flaming clouds spreading their ashes over the red desert. The once green plains are now red, never to bloom again. Every crack, pit, and plains coated in the world's blood. The ocean once teeming with life, now has little. The sky becomes a crimson hue, the dead world now roams with nothing.
There is only silence as the once living world continues spinning.