Space, the final frontier. Filled with countless galaxies, an unquantifiable amoutn of stars, and somehow even more planets than both of those combined, the great black yonder is truly an unrivaled masterpiece.

So what if I told you it was going to end?

That's right. While every living being is pit living their lives, they're blissfully unaware of what is coming, or rather, what's already here.

At the edge of existence, a crack starts to form. From beyond it, nothing is seem. No, not darkness, not light, pure nothingness. That crack expands at exponentially slow rate, but not slow enough to escape as one poor world would soon figure out.

Exoplanet 2006-AG

On this planet lies a civilization that is currently goojg through its agricultural revolution. Now, for any group of recently-sapient beings, this would open the gateway for eons of prosperity and be their first step of making a name for themselves among the stars.

Unfortunately, these people would never get that chance.

As night fell over the planet, those still up and keeping watch for threats noticed something in the completely black sky, a crack. In their own language, they pointed at the rift and started speculating why it was there. Some thought it was an act of god, others thought it was some great creature coming to their world, others thought it meant the end was near.

I'm sure you can guess which one of those were correct.

As the rift started to grow, the people started to notice the ground break apart before being disentigrated and sucked into the rift. Frightened, they begin to run while waking up their loved ones. However, many simply can't outpace it and find themselves meeting the same fate as their environment. As for the ones that can, well, there is only so much planet one can run on before being completely surrounded. Eventually, the people, their legacy, their moon, and their planet are all completely and utterly annihilated. Well, everything except for one teal-skinned professor.

Professor von Schlemmer is what many people would call...eccentric, to put it nicely. Despite his over the top enthusiasm, it was hard to deny his brilliance. Even if he was a little loopy, he did live up to his self-proclaimed moniker as "scientist phantastisch." As a scientist, he felt as if it was his duty to answer the unanswerable, solve the unsolvable, and study everything this universe had to offer.

Right now, he was currently on a planet right next to the edge of existence. From his own data gathered, it appeared that this planet in particular had a newly developing civilization. This bothered the professor not, if anything, he was in serenity with the thought.

"Ahhh, it varms my heart to see new minds emerge in ze kosmos. I vonder vhat zese people vill akomplish in zeir galaktik lifeshpan?"

However, he was not here to wonder about the potential of new civilizations. Rather, he was trying to figure out what lay beyond existence. He knew the multiverse existed for he had already traveled to quite a few. Yet he had never seen what lied between the universes. Hopefully he could acomplish that in what 50-odd years he had left before natural causes takes him. Until then though, the universe was his oyster.

"As I expected, zero photons komink srough zere. A perfect boundary. Hmm, if only zere was some way to jusht reach beyond it und-VHAT!?"

Before he could finish speaking to himself, he saw a giant rift in the sky. Instead of being confused like the denizens of this world, he was mortified because he KNEW what this was. After hearing about it for the first time thanks to some fellow scientists, he became fearful and conducted his own research to quell his fears. Quell them he did, but there was one flaw in his research.

"B-but, zat is impossible! My data says zis shouldn't be happenink for...!"

He was cut off once again as he saw the rift to slowly start consuming the planet. He couldn't just stay here in bewilderment, he had to leave.

"You get it togezer, Schlemmer. You musht'nt schtand und gawk at ze end."

A few taps on his intergalactic teleportation watch, and he left the dying world just before the rift could consume him.

Station Square, Onyx District...

In an alleyway of one of Station Square's most beautiful yet rough districts, a green flash suddenly appears and drops Schlemmer onto the cement. The teal colored human simply sits up for a second putting one hand over his chest and another in his orange hair. He needs a second to compose himself after...that.

"Mein gott, so it really IS happenink..." thought Shchlemmer to himself as he continued to catch his breath. As he did, he mourned for the people on those planet. People who were so close to truly making something of themselves, only to have their chances extinguished in an instant.

After a minute, he picked himself up on the ground. There was no time to waste, no time to grieve, not when the universe was at stake. He fast walked over to what seemed to be a regular, dingy back entrance. After entering a key, punching in a special passcode, and scanning his eye, the professor opened the door and walke into the room.

One flip of a switch, and the room sprung to life as bright lights and the sounds whirring machinery filled it. The professor walked over to his specially designed supercomputer. Tapping on the holographic display he had set up, and he had pulled up a contact list of all the world's greatest heroes and some other people who could help out as well. The professor was delighted to know how many people he could call at a moment's notice whether or not they actually knew him. Unfortunately, it seemed Mobius had it out for him today since none of them were avaliable.

"Oh, of course. Ven exishtence is at shtake, no one is able to help!" internally ranted the professor as he growled in frustration. "Zey are eizer doink a mission, are in anozer dimenshion, or attendink some ozer matters I know nosink about!"

However, the professor would eventually come across one contact in the form a certain psychokinetic, time-travelling, hedgehog. Not exactly who the professor would've wanted especially with some...recent mishaps he's heard about involving some group of people named after compressed carbon, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Hmmm. He's no Sonic, but I suppose he'll vork..."

And with one tap, the professor had sent out a transmission, intending on getting his to-be helper to his lab as soon as possible.

A/N: For those who decides they wanted to read this, welcome and thank you. Stay if you feel like it, I would appreciate it.

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