When fiction cracked
The Overkill
Uther Pendragon gazed over the kingdom of Camelot from the castle balcony. It was such a beautiful kingdom, the pinnacle of current civilization and power. His city, depending upon his strength and great will to keep it safe and protect its inhabitants from the dangers beyond the border, be it physical or magical. He was proud of his kingdom, a truly shining example of prowess. Sadly, today was the day his kingdom would fall and he'd lose his own trust in his abilities. It had begun like any other day had. The sun was shining over Camelot's market as the sellers hawked their wares. Guards patrolling the town, ready to strike anyone who dared to enter its sanctity. Sadly, someone was very interested in invading the town. Someone who appeared in an enormous metal anomaly, floating in the skies.
"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!" Cackled Spadang Skaran, the truly villainous baddie standing atop the bridge of his ship, as he randomly killed one of his loyal minions just to show how evil he was. "AT LAST! OOTHER FUCKMOTHERING PENDRAGON WILL BE MINE!" he roared with glee, decapitating some more of his soldiers.
"Sir, we are ready t-" one of his commanders began before Spadang shot him in the head. Spadang didn't pay attention to phrases like "don't shoot the messenger."
"Sir! The invas-" another began before he too was shot on the spot.
"HAHAHAHA!" Spadang continued to cackle, revelling in his insanity. "I'M SUCH A FUCKING EVIL BADASS!" he boasted to no-one in particular as his command bridge was now empty.
"Sir! The invasion force is ready!" another minion managed to say before Spadang karate kicked his head off his shoulders with another spout of capitalised laughter.
"GOOD! SEND IN THE INVASION FORCES! HAHAHA!" he bellowed into the comms system, as his gigantic and badass spaceship landed and its doors opened, his minions pouring out into the forests in truckloads. As they approached Camelot's walls, Spadang brought his ship back and yelled
"HAHAHAHA! FIIIIIRRE!" and his ship opened up to reveal a massive laser cannon that blasted the walls of Camelot to smithereens. The ground rumbled from the explosion as the townsfolk of Camelot ran to hide, and the soldiers prepared to defend their city from the faceless generic mooks.
Uther Pendragon was initially knocked down by the explosion, but now returned to standing as he gazed toward the gaping hole in the walls of Camelot. He was shocked and amazed, how could anything break through solid stone that simply? As he gazed as the swarming tide of minions sweeping into the town, armed with mysterious devices that seemed to shoot bolts of pure energy, he cursed quietly, believing magic to be the culprit of this catastrophic attack. He had to be ready. His loyal guardsmen were dropping like flies to this otherworldly invaders and he would face them himself to protect his kingdom. He turned and headed back indoors, calling to a manservant to help prepare him.
Before long, Uther was ready for battle, dressed in the finest armour Camelot had to offer, armed with a mighty shield and a sharp short sword. He made for the castle gates, his proud knights standing alongside him. He would rather die than let his kingdom fall to such monstrous beings.
The castle gates exploaded in a flurry of splinters and broken timber, as the laser cannon struck it down as if it were nothing. The minions began to flood in, only to find the king himself, and his valiant knights, ready to strike back. Leading his men, Uther began their attack, striking into one of the bland soldiers and watching him fall. The knights combatted the attacks with strength and prowess, doing well to hold their own against their mysterious devices and supposed magic. They were defending their castle with pride and honour.
"What are these beings?!" came the cry of Gawain as he struck into the heart of a grunt.
"Witchcraft, surely!" claimed Percival, pushing back a crowd of them with his shield.
"What ever they may be, we can best them!" Uther cheered above them, confident in their defense of the castle, as they continued to beat back the soldiers. But this was not to last, as from far away, a shadowy figure was flying towards them, his cackling growing louder as he drew closer and closer. It wasn't long before he was standing amidst the bodies of his grunts, grinning like a madman as he glared at the king.
"AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH! OOTHER, YOU FUCKMOTHERING BADASS, WE MEET AGAIN!" he roared, pointing at the confused king, who merely stared at him.
"Who...what...who are you?!" Uther cried, sword still ready. Now it was Spadang's turn to look confused.
"DO YOU NOT REMBER ME?!" he roared impatiently.
"I do not! But you are a threat to camelot, so I demand you take your leave!" the king threatened, his knights ready to attack, valiant and brave. The evil baddy merely cackled at their foolish bravery and redied himself. Two of Uther's knights stepped forth and struck at him with their blades, but sadly, Spadang with nifeproof and therefore immune to all bladed weaponry. He grabbed the two swords as they bounced off his arms and swung them into his attackers, beheading the two in a gorey display.
Uther was shocked, seeing two of his greatest men fall before him. It sent a feeling of terror to his very core... but this terror was the thing he needed. The thing to summon up something long since buried in him, from an old incident, years ago. He did know this boastful villain, he did know what he wanted...but it was not Uther who knew him.
Uther stood up and smiled wickedly at Spadang.
"You never fukkin' learn, do you?" he cackled as he suddenly whipped two machine guns out of nowhere and opened fire on Spadang, who cackled in glee.
"FINALLY, OOTHER! MY ETERNAL OPPONNT! WE CAN FITE AGAIN LIEK BADASSES!" he roared in happiness and war-loving ecstasy, as the king merely smiled.
"OOTHER FUCK MOTHERING PENDRAGUN IS BACK!" he cried and leapt at Spadang. The two clashed in midair, trading blow for blow, the mere force of their punches rending the ground beneath them and scattering the bones of any pour soul who dared approach the two badasses. The two backed off, their fists smoking hot from their epic struggle.
"HEH! I FUCKING MISSED YOU SUNUVA BEETCH!" the baddy laughed, cracking his neck muscles as Oother got back to his feet. "ITS BEEN TU LONG SINCE I HAD A BADASS TO FIGHT!" But before Oother could strike again, something changed inside of him...the real Uther was disgusted at what had happened, even horrified that he had taken on such a form at this time. His consciousness fought back against Oother, and the real noble king emerged, sinking to his knee's and breathing heavily. Spadang tilted his head, confused. Uther cluthced his chest, feeling the strain of this new self coursing within, fighting to be let free and annihalate the land to destroy Spadang. But he had to contain it. He couldn't let Camelot become a crater of death... unfortunately, it left him fully open for the villainous Spadang, who grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up high. "YOU FUCKING PANSY! I EXPECTED A FIGHT, NOT FOR YOU TO BE A PUSSY AND LIE DOWNN!" he roared, infuriated at the idea of having his greatest opponent lose so easily. But before Spadang could take out his anger properly, a portal appeared behind the two, snatching the good king from his grasp and taking him into the portal.
"FUCKERS!" he growled, trying to grab him back from the air around him. He had been robbed of his only worthy foe... but this place was still his. And if the king would not return to face him, he would destroy all that he held dear, for the sheer sake of his own enjoyment. When his eternal opponent did return, he'd have hell to pay.
In all of fan fiction, Harry Potter remains one of the most prominent sources of fan created material. The world of muggles, wizards and Hogwarts remained one of the most perfect worlds into which a character could be inserted, be they a transfer student from America, some random muggle with an unusual nature and a tragic past, or god knows what else, it remained popular for a long time. And now, all that popularity and all those pieces would come to a head, as the three leaders of that terrible army of fictitious hellspawns looked down upon the magnificent castle that was Hogwarts.
It was the time when the great battle of Hogwarts was soon to begin. Voldemort's forces were raining their magic upon the shield that covered the castle, inside of which the defenders took their positions, readied themselves, and made their various peaces before they faced their fates. Voldemort's army too was ready to invade, once the shield began to break apart, they would swarm the castle and dispatch all who stood in their way, including their most sworn enemy, who even now, ran about the castle, in search for the crown of Rowena Ravenclaw.
As Harry passed by one of the tower windows, a bright, invading light, drew him away from his task for a moment, as he peered out of the window. From behind Voldemort's army, something new had appeared. An unknown band of beings, attacking the death eaters and their followers from behind. It was incredible, Harry ruminated. This strange force was somehow taking down the entireity of Voldemort's army with little difficulty! Within moments, their armies were down, the strange band now turning their attention towards Hogwarts. For a few, precious moments, the students, teachers and defends of the castle, felt safe... that was, until their three leaders stepped forth, and pointed their wands at the fractured shield.
Three lines of perfect death, three beams of magic striking the shield, that was all it took. The shield shattered like a china mug hitting the ground, its fragments fading into nothingness as their defenses were down. The residents of Hogwarts watched in horror as this new force advanced on all sides, half along the main stone bridge, the others across the wooden bridge. The stone soldiers of Hogwarts barely stood a chance as the original character force blew them up, shouting out various spells and turning them into smouldering rubble. The witches and wizards inside were quickly overwhelmed by the attacking force, using spells they had never even heard of before to strike them down. All were dressed in the strangest attire, mostly muggle based clothing strangely enough. But these beings were clearly not muggles, no being with his much power could ever have been born amongst them.
Harry watched in pure shock and disbelief as his friends were struck down by the oncoming forces. Some of the very best witches and wizards he knew were dropping dead before this oncoming tide of... strangely, mostly teenage girls, all wand wielding and viciously spitting spells. He hoped for nonlethal spells as he made his way downward. He felt an intense urgency to escape the castle... it felt shameful, after they'd been so willing to take their final stand against the Death Eaters... but now that this new force had made their old adversaries seem pathetic, there was no way he could face them alone... his mind whirled for a moment, as images of the one eyed witch passageway filled his mind. That would be his best bet, he thought. He made his way there through the halls, trying to keep out of the view of the teenage attackers, as he found his way down to that statue. He remembered finding this place on the Marauders map...had it already been 6 years? As he approached it, he suddenly heard two calls from directly behind him, both of which spelled doom in their tone.
"Big bro!" chimed one.
"Vampir!" screeched the other. Behind him, two more of those attackers were runnnig toward him, one decked from head to toe in black attire, pale skinned and a dark haze around her eyes that Harry could only assume was mascara, running at him with a look of crazed lust in her eyes. The other was shorter, younger too, black hair and overly cute eyes, and running with her arms outstretched. His eyes widened as he tried to access the passageway faster to little avail. The two raving banshees drew closer and closer, both with their arms outstretched, getting ready to grab him and make him their own. Harry cursed the statue, begging it to move faster and help him escape. Finally, the passage opened, just as the two were within arms reach. Harry turned and pointed his wand at the ground before them.
"Expulso!" he shouted, sending out a shimmer of sparks from his wand and creating an explosion, stopping the both in their tracks as he ran down the passage. He heard a shriek of dismay and fear behind him as he continued to run, his pounding footsteps resounding in the tunnel, combined with the shrieks of his followers. He looked back as he ran, not noticing the familiar gateway to the mysterious realm of the G-man appear in front of him. He ran straight inside, and found himself ni the great dark space of that mysterious realm. Once Harry was gone, Hogwarts practically collapsed, filled with the forces of the evil three, becoming another plagued haven for the deadly creations.
Six worlds had come under fire from the Orchestrator's soldiers. Six worlds had fallen. Six worlds, now spreading the cracks in the membrane of the fictional universe, breaking and cracking. The end had begun.