Hello, everyone! My name is Dimper, and welcome to my first fanfic! Now I know most people won't read this at all and go straight into the story, but for those who are reading this, let me break it down for you.
So, this story will take an extremely long while to fully complete, heck it'll probably take a year or so to finish. But that's a good thing. As if the title wasn't enough, this is a massive cartoon crossover story from shows I grew up on/find some enjoyment out of. Granted, about 99.9% of the shows within this story will majority be modern shows, but hey, it's what I like.
I've already written down a list of what shows will be included within the story, and while this will be super fun to write, I will have to be cautious writing some of these shows due to some of them having some... interesting fandoms. And this site itself already has an interesting community to top it off.
Additionally, I will be cross-writing on AO3 and sharing some key art of the villain of the story and possibly a few other things to help get some better insight. The problem is, I gotta wait to make an account due to them having this whole invitation thingy that'll take a good week, so there's that.
Anyway, let me no longer hold you up. Enjoy!
Stars.
They were a marvelous sight.
They were what made up the endless voyages that was space.
Space itself adorned many whimsical spectacles: galaxies, planets, cosmos, and so much more.
However, there was a singular beauty that housed all of these cosmic wonders together.
The Multiverse.
It was always thought to be a bizarre theory, but that wasn't the case.
The multiverse contained an endless amount of different worlds and galaxies unknown to the common eye. So many different universes were scattered around, unknowing of another's existence.
It was all oh-so-beautiful.
But the multiverse wasn't all that.
It was watched down upon by a union of celestial beings known as 'The Guardians.'
They were a faction of five who controlled the multiverse to keep it sustained. The Guardian of Space, the Guardian of Time, the Guardian of Creation, the Guardian of Generation, and the Guardian of Manipulation were united as one to survey the unending path of worlds, and even witness the birth of new ones right before their very eyes.
Each guardian held immense power that served as a contribution to the multiverse, with the Guardian of Manipulation being the absolute strongest.
The other Guardians viewed him as their leader, and he took that title greatly.
He was always the more mean-spirited factor of the union, to the point where he showed signs of distaste for the universes he viewed with his colleagues.
He could never grasp the concept of why they had to watch over all these universes. He and his fellow Guardians were created to watch over worlds that seemed that they could simply fit into one.
And that's where he had a thought.
He had told his Guardian colleagues that they should combine all of the universes into one. The other Guardians had thought that his idea was utterly dangerous as the combination of two separate worlds could disrupt and destroy so much.
But then, it only got worse.
Ignoring what his colleagues had spoken, the Guardian of Manipulation had forcefully begun to pull one universe into another. He no longer cared about the disastrous effects that this would bring—all he cared for was to see his plan work graciously.
Before the two worlds could merge, the other Guardians quickly used their powers against the Guardian of Manipulation. They weakened him greatly and reversed the effects before the collision took place in one horrifying result.
The Guardians were truly devastated by the sudden action of their supposed leader, and the only choice they devised was to rightfully banish him away.
However, before they had the chance, the Guardian of Manipulation acted with sharp speed and violently ripped the powers out from the Guardian of Creation with little energy he had left.
The others quickly put an end to this before he could cause any more damage. Their once supposed leader was no longer a part of them—he was no longer a Guardian.
He was a traitor.
A villain.
Now with the power of creation flowing in his grasp, he fled.
Never to be seen ever again.
He wandered around the endless valley of the cosmos aimlessly.
And plotted.
All he harbored was a vicious sense of revenge and malice.
He would do anything to get back at his old colleagues.
He no longer wished to be associated with them.
And thus, he went by a new name.
A name that would bring fear to anyone who hears it...
Lord Venomorter.
Within the valley of space, a lone clear prism stayed afloat. Inside, Lord Venomorter stood.
He gazed upon the valley of worlds, eyeing each one with a critical glare.
He wore a pure white cloak that clashed with the features of his body. His body in question, or rather head, was but a dull void—pure darkness only clashing with the gleaming white of his eyes. He bore two dark horns on the sides of his head that looked as though they meshed with his head—as well as seemingly no visible mouth too.
"Look at all of those worlds..." he spoke, his voice grim and deep. "Every single one, so similar, but... they lack significance."
For centuries, he's awaited this moment.
He regained his power little by little over time.
Now, he can finally begin what he's planned for so lo-
"Um, Lord Venomorter? Could you mind telling us what your plan is again?"
"Yeah! We've just been staring at space for who knows how long now!"
Turns out, Lord Venomorter wasn't the only one in the vicinity.
At his sides stood what appeared to be two miniature versions of himself, minus the horns. They went by the names Klawtis and Scrim, but it was very difficult to tell the difference between the two due to their identical appearances and voice.
Lord Venomorter released a long sigh. "For the last time..." He roughly grabbed the two by their heads and brought them to his face. "You two are my henchmen... YOU SHOULD REMEMBER WHAT I PLAN!"
The two little henchmen shivered from the sudden boom.
"...N-N-Noted," Klawtis and Scrim trembled.
The two henchmen fell to the ground with a loud THUNK from their lord's release.
"Since I must remind you buffoons a thousand times now..." Lord Venomorter's tall stature cast a shadow upon the two little servants as he turned to the valley of universes. "I plan to create a new universe... One that suits my needs..."
"And how are you gonna do that?" Scrim blankly asked, earning a punch in the shoulder from his counterpart. "Hey! It was an honest question!"
"Don't you know about the power our lord contains?!" Klawtis whisper yelled.
"Hey! It's not bad to ask questions... Jerk!"
Lord Venomorter hadn't turned his body. "...Thank you, Klawtis," he expressed. "The multiverse is simply just a scratch under my finger... I can manipulate it however I please."
"Ew..." Scrim shuddered at the thought.
"All these universes... all these worlds—I can just combine them into one... But I still have little power to do so," He gazed as a shooting star went past the prism. "All I want is a new beginning... One that has a purpose..."
"...And once again, how are you gonna do that?" Scrim asked once again, earning Klawtis to roll his eyes.
"...Heh, well... This will involve some manipulation," he turned his gaze to his henchmen. "We must take parts of each of these pointless universes... Gather enough, combine them all... and our creation is born... They will be given a purpose."
Klawtis and Scrim were a bit weary of his speech.
"But, uh... wouldn't this cause some dangerous effects on a lot of things, my lord?" Klawtis questioned.
But that was a mistake.
Lord Venomorter's neck spun with a bone-chilling crack as his eyes turned from white into a scarlet red.
"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT EFFECTS THIS COULD BRING! IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT EFFECTS HAPPEN! THESE WORLDS ARE POINTLESS WITHOUT ME! I AM YOUR CREATOR! AND YOU DO WHATEVER. I. SAY!" His body towered above the two henchmen, casting a dark shadow on the little ones who clung to each other for dear safety.
It was not often the celestial being showed his true rage—distaste, yes—but when he did, it was terrifying.
"...Do you two understand?" Lord Venomorter regained his normal position in an instant.
"Y-Y-Yes, my lord..." Klawtis and Scrim trembled roughly, still clinging to each other for dear life.
"Good..." Lord Venomorter cast a glance at the valley of worlds once more. "It's time we traverse... We must start this as soon as we can."
With a quick snap of his hand, a portal appeared right before the three.
"Our first destination..."
The portal flickered unsteadily with each passing second, but it didn't take long before it finally showed what was on the other side.
"A quiet little town known as Gravity Falls..."
Welp, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Or the prologue technically.
First time I've tried to add some serious bits and some comedic bits together in one story. Well not really, but it doesn't matter.
I'll be trying to update this frequently as much as possible but as someone with a job and school, who knows what'll happen.
Anyways, you could leave some feedback if you want. And if you don't, eh whatever, you viewed it already.
See you all next time!