Hello, everyone! And welcome to my first (?) fanfic. The only reason I'm putting a question mark there is because I uploaded this fanfic a few times already but ended up taking it down due to my disappointment with it. So if you ever saw a fanfic called "Toon it Up" or "The Multi-Tide of Cosmos" or "Summer's Tide" yeah that's this. I have around 4 chapters already set but have to edit them around a bit, so I'll be uploading the first two chapters before I take care of the others. I don't have much else to say sooooo enjoy!
Stars: astronomical luminous objects comprising of a spheroid of plasma held together by its gravity.
They were what made up the endless voyage that was the valley of outer space.
Space itself adorned many captivating spectacles: asteroids, galaxies, planets, cosmos, and a vast library of otherworldly wonders. However, there was a singular entity that housed all of these factors together into one: the multiverse.
It was always thought to be a bizarre theory that was too farfetched for any belief, though some continued to believe in its existence. It possessed an endless amount of different worlds and galaxies unknown to the simple eye. An array of unique universes lay scattered about, each containing its own sets of planets and galaxies, yet each remained unknown of the existence of their neighboring worlds.
However, the multiverse wasn't just a lone wonder residing within the confines of space. It was watched down upon by a union of celestial beings known as "The Wardatians."
They were a faction of five who surveyed the multiverse to keep it sustained; Stjernó, the Ward of Space, Timiór, the Ward of Time, Skapadór, the Ward of Creation, Kynsluthó, the Ward of Generation, and Vyódin, the Ward of Manipulation. For eons, the celestial beings were united to watch the unending path of universes and witness the birth of new ones right before their very eyes. Each Wardatian held incredible power that served as a contribution to how the multiverse properly functioned. The Ward of Manipulation, Vyódin, was viewed as the one who sustained the most power out of them all, his colleagues deeming him as their leader due to his immense abilities, and he took that title very greatly.
However, Vyódin was the more agnostic factor of the union compared to the other Wardatians. He treated his colleagues with fair respect, yet his work consisted of bringing and contributing to life itself, something of which he never saw the value. To him, he never saw the point of life when at the end of it all is where one meets their eventual conclusion, and it reached an era where he even showed signs of distaste for the universes he viewed with his colleagues. The celestial leader could never grasp the idea as to why they had to watch over all these worlds when all they appeared to be were fruitless substances of matter holding up the valley of space.
So on one faithful day, he had a thought.
From the compounds of his mind, he had brought the idea to his colleagues that they should combine all of the universes into one. The other Wardatians had immediately thought of his idea being utterly dangerous as the combination of two or more separate worlds could disrupt and destroy so much; lives would be lost, time would become distorted, and the cosmos would spiral into madness.
However, it had only gotten worse.
Despite what his colleagues had spoken, Vyódin had forcefully begun to pull one unfortunate universe into another. He no longer cared about the disastrous effects this would bring—all he cared for was to see his efforts work through.
Before the two worlds could merge, the other Wardatians quickly used their powers against him, stripping away sips of his energy. They weakened him greatly and reversed the effects before the collision took place in one horrifying disaster. The Wardatians were truly devastated by the sudden action of their supposed leader, and the only choice they devised was to rightfully banish him away before more harm could be done.
However, before they had the chance to do so, Vyódin acted with sharp speed and violently ripped the powers out from the Ward of Creation with the little energy he had remaining. The other Wardatians quickly fought back against this and put an end to his vicious thievery.
Their strongest member, their once supposed leader, was no longer a component amongst them.
He was a traitor—a monster behind fitted clothes.
With the power of creation flowing in his systems, he fled to the far reaches of space, never to be seen by his colleagues ever again.
He wandered around the endless void of the cosmos.
All he harbored was a vicious sense of revenge and malice.
He would do anything to seek back at his old colleagues.
He no longer wished to be associated with them.
And so, he plotted.
Within the endless voyages of space, a lone clear prism stayed afloat amongst the stars. Inside, Vyódin stood, staring at the outreaches of the cosmos with a blank but critical gaze.
His attire consisted of a pure white cloak fit with noble tapestry 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 eye. He bore a pair of horns on the sides of his head that looked as though they meshed with his skin, and no signs of a mouth were in sight.
"Look at it," he spoke, his voice deep. "All those universes, all those cosmos, all so similar. Yet, they lack significance."
For centuries on end, the rogue celestial being had regained his power little by little over the course of time. What was drained of him slowly restored itself through his systems like the sickening venom of a cobra, giving him a fraction of the strength he once held.
"Why must they exist? There's just no clear reason," Vyódin breathed with a clenched fist. "Only time will tell for what's to come."
Suddenly, a crackling noise sounded from behind Vyódin as an open rift appeared inside the area. Stepping out from it looked to be miniature versions of Vyódin himself, their heights only reaching to his waist. They went by their respective names, Simdall and Haldr, though it was very difficult to tell the difference between the two due to their twin appearances.
"We've returned with what you wished for, Vyódin," Simdall spoke as he and Haldr bowed before approaching the celestial being. Behind them sat a trio of orbs encased in a crystal layer that Haldr pulled over, each one containing some form of a miscellaneous object, including a fire hydrant, a mailbox, and a plank with a crudely-drawn face.
"Ah, you two have served me greatly once more," Vyódin thanked as he observed the orbs, eyeing the contents inside. "A small but fine selection indeed. These will function well enough."
Vyódin took possession of the three orbs and phased them through the outside of the prism. What was initially three of them soon joined forces with a gallery of others floating alongside, all of them varying in different sizes and objects held within. The celestial being took great pride in the collection he acquired, knowing how well he spent his time getting to this desirable length.
"Excuse me, Vyódin?" Haldr asked as he stood beside the celestial being. "Might I ask, what is the purpose of why we must take from all these places again?"
Vyódin released a small, tiresome sigh. "I suppose I must remind you once more, little one," the celestial being's tall stature cast a shadow upon his two henchmen as he shifted his focus and kneeled to their height. "You see, when it comes down to the subject of how a life processes, I find the mere concept to be but a frivolous cog. What is truly the point of it all when all that comes is an inevitable end to one's story? It is all so confusing to me. All that float within these boundless walls are but identical spectacles—their purpose feeling... meaningless."
"So, how do you plan to fix this?" Haldr blankly asked with a curious gaze.
"Must you be so incompetent?" Simdall sighed with a roll of his eye.
"Do not belittle him, you know his tendency to forget," Vyódin lightly scolded, earning a small apology from Simdall. "All these universes are but a simple cut under the tips of my fingers—I can manipulate them however I desire."
"That's... strange wording," Haldr said, weirded by the odd example.
"All those stars, all those worlds, I can just combine them into one!" Vyódin gazed out as a shooting star soared past the prism. "But I still have little power to do so, even as it slowly regains back into my form. All I want is to create a new beginning—one that will meet its proper culmination."
"...I hate to question you once again, but uh, if you have little power, how are you going to do that?" Haldr inquired, rather curious.
"Ha, well, this will involve some assistance," the celestial being explained, turning back to his miniature variations. "Due to the insufficient use of my abilities, I will need to find the most formidable beings across the galaxy. And with their minds and their powers, my goal will finally be concluded."
Despite being the assistants to the celestial being, Klawtdur and Haldr both felt unnerved by their leader's plan.
"Vyódin, pardon me for questioning your proposal, but wouldn't this cause some dangerous effects on too many things?" Simdall inquired, not feeling too certain.
Vyódin's motion froze to a halt, the presence in the room suddenly becoming very tense. The celestial being slowly craned his head toward his assistant, his eye blank yet full of resentment. "Do not tell me what effects this would cause. It does not matter what effects happen, these worlds are pointless if I don't bring action myself!" his body towered above his smaller resemblance, casting a dark shadow over the little one. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-Yes, my lord..." Simdall stuttered, backing away. "You have made yourself very clear... I am sorry, I will not ask that again."
"Precise," Vyolkin replied, readjusting back to his proper position. "It is time to commence further, we must complete this as soon as we can."
With a quick snap of his fingers, an enriching chime echoed throughout the area as sparks of light flew, and it didn't take long before a rift formed right in front of them.
"Our next destination,"
The portal flickered with each passing second, but it didn't take long before it finally showed what was on the other side. It appeared to be a shrouded, dense forest covered in hues of brown and orange with woodland creatures scurrying about.
"A quiet town located within the depths of deep woods, and a place I am hoping to find an important addition," Vyódin stated, shifting to face his assistants' curious gazes. "Commence, to Gravity Falls."
Welp, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!
Once again, I don't have much to say, so you can continue to the next chapter! Or do something productive I don't know.