[The scene opens in a dimly lit room filled with a labyrinth of wires, and at the center sits Blake, an enigmatic figure reveling in the glow of multiple TV screens. Laughter echoes through the room as Blake, a deity with the sole purpose of observing countless universes, enjoys a millennium of pure joy.]
Blake: (Laughs maniacally) Yes! This is magnificent! A thousand years of endless entertainment!
[Suddenly, Blake's elation takes an unexpected turn, and his smile fades into boredom.]
Blake: BORED! Ugh, not again! Every time this happens! Why do beings like God and Jesus get to create things while I'm stuck just watching them? Watching is my purpose, but it's not my only skill! I'm making my own universe—I'll use these existing ones as a reference.
[Blake heads to the rear of his lair, unplugging cables with blue energy spewing out. Swiftly, he catches it in a bag and places it on a table.]
Blake: Alright, this will do. Now, to contemplate what this universe will be like.
[As Blake ponders, he accidentally knocks over the bag, and the blue energy spills into his mixing pot, causing it to shake uncontrollably.]
Blake: Wait, what's happening? What's happening? WHAT THE HELL—
[The pot explodes, leaving Blake stunned. He approaches the aftermath and discovers a world amalgamated from various universes.]
Blake: Jesus Christ.
[Unexpectedly, Jesus responds from behind a door.]
Jesus: (Muffled) Yeah?
Blake: BAH!
[Jesus opens the door, but Blake manages to hide the merged world before Jesus can catch a glimpse.]
Jesus: What is it?
Blake: Uh, the TVs weren't working, but now they are, so yeah. Bye.
[Jesus squints suspiciously, then leaves. Blake surveys his newly created universe.]
Blake: It's horrendous, and I love it. I'll keep this—entertainment just got a whole lot crazier. But what shall I name this mishmash of worlds? Hmmm, it's just a bunch of...
CROSSOVER INSANITY.
[Blake chuckles at his ingenious creation, anticipating the chaos that will unfold in his newfound cross-dimensional playground.]
[We cut to a room inside the Merged World. The camera focuses on a slumbering 17-year-old Walter White, abruptly awakened by the cacophony outside. He grumbles as he opens the window.]
Walter: SHUT UP! I'm attempting to catch some sleep here!
[Peter Griffin, Johnny Cage, Heavy Weapons Guy, and Miles Morales are on Walter's porch.]
Peter: Hi, Walter!
Walter: What on earth are you guys doing here?
Johnny: Well, we thought we'd pay you a morning visit.
Miles: It's 8 am, dude.
Walter: 8 AM?!
Miles: Uh…
Walter: Crap! I need to get ready quick!
[Swiftly dressing up, Walter dons his glasses and dashes outside.]
Walter: Alright! I'm here! Let's roll.
[Walter hops on his bike, and the gang joins him on the ride to school.]
Johnny: So, Walter, what's your major?
Walter: Chemistry. And you?
Johnny: Oh, I'm not settling for a major. I'm aiming for stardom in the acting world.
Miles: Seriously? You've only done like three movies and one show.
Johnny: "Only." Trust me, I'm destined for greatness! Plus, I've got some killer martial arts skills.
Peter: Wow. I wish I could afford a major.
Heavy: Heavy agrees. Morales, are you in the same boat?
Miles: Nah, I'm leaning toward science.
Johnny: Ah, Miles, the Tech Wiz.
[Arriving at the school, they encounter a multitude of characters from various media while navigating the halls.]
Sonya: Hey, babe!
Johnny: Hey, Sonya!
Sonya: Caught your movie last night, it was hilarious!
Johnny: Thanks, you know Johnny.
Sonya: How about dinner at my place?
Johnny: Sure, 4 pm?
Sonya: (Seductively) You can stay longer if you want.
Johnny: Ohhh, baby.
Peter: Whoa! Sus! (Miles smacks Peter on the back of the head.) Hey!
[Sonya walks away, leaving Johnny grinning.]
Johnny: Do you guys have one of those?
Miles: Shut up, Johnny.
Johnny: Haha! But seriously, though.
Peter: Actually, yes.
Johnny: Really? Who?
Peter: Lois Pewterschmidt.
Walter: You're dating the richest girl in school?
Johnny: Ugliest, too.
Peter: Hey! My girlfriend isn't ugly. Sure, her nose is big, but that's all!
Heavy: Walter, still with Skyler?
Walter: No, no, no. We broke up. She was just, you know...
Peter: Fat!
Heavy: Stupid!
Miles: Annoying.
Walter: (Intervening) Cut it out!
[The gang looks over to see the school's "heroes," The Seven, with Homelander, Black Noir, Queen Maeve, A-Train, The Deep, Starlight, and Jack from Jupiter. The crowd gathers as Homelander boasts about his car.]
Homelander: And before ANYONE says ANYTHING, no, you cannot get a ride. Only those on the same level as me can get a ride.
Walter: Not these guys. They're just a bunch of spoiled brats.
[Homelander turns around, eyes filled with confusion and shock.]
Homelander: What did you just say to me?
Walter: Actually, I did not say it to you, so may you please ignore me.
Homelander: (Waving his finger) No, I don't think so.
Starlight: Homelander, come on, we've got things to do.
Homelander: Quiet, Anne. (Looking back at Walter) You think you're special, don't you? Listen here, I am so much more than you. I am the face of this school, Ennis High School is my brand. I don't need you messing with my likeness; I'm the real hero here.
Walter: I don't give two f*ks about your little boy band.
Jack from Jupiter: Who are you calling a boy band, c*nt?
The Deep: Yeah, you're the boy band.
A-Train: Guys, we got two meetings to attend. We can't stay.
Homelander: SHUT UP, A-TRAIN! OR YOU CAN F*K OFF BACK TO KIX! In summary, Walter, keep your little tongue to yourself.
Walter: I don't think I will, John.
[Homelander throws Walter against a locker.]
Homelander: I swear to God, Walter, I will end you. You have such a bright future ahead, just a week from graduation. Let's not mess that up. Come on, Seven, now you all can shut up about those meetings.
[The school laughs at Walter. His friends approach to check on him.]
Peter: Oh, god! Walter, are you okay?
Walter: Yes, I am. Leave me alone.