And now after four years it's finally time to say goodbye. This has been a fun ride but now it's time to end.
Earth-4074
Deep Space
Space, an empty yet beautiful sight. The stars and colorful nebulas, it's enough to make a grown man cry. Sadly, this serene environment had to end when with a flash of light the fearsome irken mothership appeared, the machines that made it possible were now fried and detached, the remains slowly drifting to space.
Inside on the bridge Narn slowly got up, his head was spinning. "Get up, work it off will ya." A blue irken held out his hand, Narn accepted. "Crypto, right?"
"Right boss, Cryptospor-" Suddenly the entire bridge loaded up with urgent messages and alerts. The other irkens were brought out of their stupor, and went back to their positions.
Messages that were meant to be received MONTHS ago were now finally making their destination. They would have overwhelmed the system if Narn hadn't swiftly entered in commands to ignore the redundant or superfluous (mostly relating to Red and Purple's hobbies) messages.
He had an idea to get his less intelligent fellows to focus. He pulled up the most important of the alerts on the Massive's viewing screen. A summons from the Control Brains. It was subtle but Narn's expression went soft, they actually did it. 'We're home.' When Earth inevitably fails to the empire, he'll leave that statue alone as thanks to Mr. Lincoln.
But now was not the time to be sappy. "You heard the Brains!" Narn called out, "it's time to go home."
"Now, hold on a minute!" Another Irken cried out. "What puts you in charge? You're not nearly tall enough! What about the Tallest?!"
"Tallest Tak failed us!" Shouted Narn. "She almost led us to destruction and was wasting our time on other universes!" Perhaps Narn made a mistake in saying that but at this point he no longer cared.
The other irkens on the other hand, their loyalty programing was persistent. "You-you," they gathered around Narn, furious. "How DARE you!" Before anything could happen someone shot a blaster.
Crypto knew he had to do something so he did. He set his blaster to stun and with his years of combat experience showed the others not to mess with him. The other Irkens were quickly subdued either shot with stuns or beaten to submission, it was very quick.
"Listen to what he says! He's the only one that makes sense." Crypto joined Narn's side who was grateful for the assist. "Check the star maps. Find out where we are then set of course for Irk, we have a lot of catching up to do."
With that Narn and Cypto left, the rest of their race doing well to stay clear of them. "Thanks for that, back there."
"I couldn't let our only chance to get home die because of blind stupid loyalty could I." Crypto said with a smirk. "You need someone like me to make sure they stay in line. I hope they try something, he he he, just makes things more fun for me."
"Crypto I think this may be the start of something … interesting." He and Crpyto stepped in an elevator. Narn pushed a button. "You did see some of the more panicky messages? Seems those Resisty dumbasses actually been getting some wins during our vacation. Who'd have thought."
"I wouldn't worry too much about the Resisty." Narn and Crypto stepped out, they had arrived. "The Empire survived these types of rebels before, and especially now that we have that." Narn pointed to an object at the center of the room. The technicians working around the object paid them no mind.
"The hell am I looking at?" Crypto asked as he and Narn approached what was once an Emerald Key, trusted to President Lincoln by Ozma herself. It was now connected by various cables to all of the Massive's systems. The once beautiful glowing green emerald was now a corrupted ugly purple color.
"This is was gave power back to the Massive." Narn began, an ever so slight evil smile was on his face. "We may have spent far too much time in the Multiverse but if this "Emerald Key" is capable of half of what I think it is, then it will be all worth it."
Earth-1895
221B Baker St
"Well, here we are." Dressed in period appropriate clothing were two visitors from another universe. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson were very lucky indeed. After deciding to explore this other Earth, it was a nice surprise to find out that the local version of Baker Street was very much available. Comfortable rooms at a comfortable price.
Almost too lucky in fact. Sherlock happened upon the familiar apartments when looking for places to stay almost immediately. Of course he and John searched elsewhere but nothing else was available, plus staying there was too great a temptation. Almost every promising ad always led back to 221B, it was almost if someone wanted them there. Sherlock couldn't find anything so he would have to prepare for when their mysterious benefactor shows their hand.
"So different and yet," Sherlock sat down in one of the chairs already provided, "it feels … right." A new world, with new interesting clients. Let Basil and his sister Enola have their time to shine back on the old Earth, this new Earth would definitely prove to be fascinating.
Now if only he could find out anything about their unkown benifactor, the one that arranged Baker street for him and John, who was now unpaking their stuff. "You can help you know!"
"Keep searching Sherlock." From the streets below a young man of hispanic descent dressed as a typical victorian gentleman watched the window of the appartment. He walked away, letting out a small yawn. It was almost time for bed. "Keep searching."
America
The Crane Asylum
"And how is he today?" Dr. Masbeth Stamford asked the nurse. John C. or Johnny or simply Nny as he liked to be called was the newest patient at the asylum. He was apprehended after killing the homeless Digby Chicken Caesar in broad daylight. (though considering Digby was a known menace who constantly harassed and robbed everyone he came across, everyone cared more about the violence of the the killing)
"Just fine, well, as fine as he could be." Answered the nurse. Nny was a curious one. Stamford knew that Nny could be capable of being polite and dare he say it, amusing. Unfortunately he was plagued by random fits of extreme violence and felt the need to kill something, even those he considered friends. Saddest thing is that on some level he is fully aware of how dangerous he is by his deep depression that always lurks beneath the surface.
Stamford stepped up to the black iron steel door and opend the hatch. "Hello Nny. Working more on those Noodle Boy drawings I see." Aside from all of his psychosis, Nny was also an enigma. A complette unkown, even with those four fingered hands of his. No records, birth certificate, or any evidance he even exsited prior to Digby's murder. But Stamford decided to save that mystery for another day.
"Yes yes. Can't keep my adoring fans waiting now, can I!" Nny threw the lastest stack of Noodle Boy stories. They were actully quit popular with the other patiants even though Stamford found them too strange and morbid. Still Nny's small fame brought him at least a bit of happiness, despite the fact that for the safety of everyone it's best that Nny never leave his cell.
"I'll make sure they'll all get a copy. I'll be back later for one of our sessions, is this good for you?"
"Ugh, alright not like I have any ******* choice. Bye bye Dr Bunny." Nny called his Doctor by the nickname he gave him. The doc left, good. As much as Nny adored his silly fans and Dr. Bunny was welcomed company (seriously how many people would forgive multiple attempted murders) at the end of this day he had a new artistic passion.
He turned to the wall, his latest "masterpiece". A giant yellow oval, with faint impressions of a forrest in the center. He calls this one 'The Real Heaven' it's not done yet, it will never be done, not until he finds that magical place agian. The place where his lost skills as an artist were restored to him, only to be ripped away just as quickly. 'I'll find that place again and this whole s***** asylum will come with me.'
Earth-1898
Kings Cross Station
"Well, I've to say this has all been very interesting." Walking side by side was Captain Henry Fleming and Doctor Zoe VanHelsing. When their respective Earths decided to form an official alliance (albeit one kept secret), Henry decided it would be best to delay his trip home to explore this new Earth. Officially to see what this world had to offer his own but really he needed the vacation.
"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself. This world can be difficult, but it's ours." Zoe responded.
"I wish the America here was doing better, though." Henry admitted with a bit of a frown. "Hmm, it's not like this Britain's any better." Zoey sighed.
"Heh, true. At least they gave us Hamilton. Now that's something the boys back home will love." Henry was about to go on when suddenly Zoe stopped in her tracks. She was looking somewhere else.
He followed her line of sight and saw a nanny, rubbing her hand on a brick wall between platforms nine and ten. "Who is that? Freind of yours?"
"Her name's Mary." Zoe had no idea how she knew that, she just did. The two walked to her, somehow compelled to do so.
"Hello Zoey, lovely to see you agian. I'm so happy to see you use your second chance well." The woman greeted Zoe with a warm smile. Despite herself Zoe couldn't help but smile in return, ever since her cancer diagnosis she- cancer diagnosis? What the hell was she talking about? She never had cancer, di-did she?
"And you must be Captain Henry Fleming." Mary turned to Henry next. "I've heard so many good things about you. I wish we could've met in better circumstances."
"Better circumstances? Is there something we should know about ma'am? Something to do with this…wall?"
"Oh no it doesn't." Dismissed Mary with a shake of her head. "When I saw you two were here I had to check on this. You see right now its just a collection of brick concrete and steel, but once this was a doorway to somewhere magical. A world beyond your wildest imaginations filled with adventure. But it's gone now, the actions of one very nasty woman erased it all from history. There's no way of getting it back, no way to experience it again. Well I guess you could go to Earth-197 but nowadays it's its almost impossible to take seriously."
Mary looked at the two to see some fascination with what she said. "Oh sorry, I was rambling for a bit."
"This has nothing to do with you two, what I really need to tell you is this." Mary straighten up. "Good job with the Irkens. I was busy with another equally dangerous problem so I couldn't be here, but know this! He may have been delayed for now but in time he will get out. Best prepare yourselves."
With that note Mary left, smiling. "Wait, that's it?!" Called Zoe.
"Yeah, why be so vague if it is really so important?" Added Henry.
"Because being vague is how these things always go." Twirling her umbrella Mary disappeared amongst the crowd.
"…Is she always this-"
"Yes. yes she has."
Wonka's factory
In the lowest deepest darkest place in Wonka's factory was a singular computer tower. It was a small room, no lights, just the tower with a monitor and keyboard. The tower was old but covered in glowing runes, in fact if one were to light the room they would see that the runes covered the walls and floor.
A door to a stairway opened, Charlie Bucket stepping out to check on it, careful to avoide the runes. This was the only room that the great glass elevator did not go to. He walked to the computer. It was the highest priority that it was never turned off, it was part of the secret. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief, it was still on, Morgoth was still trapped. But still he can not afford to be lax about it.
Throughout the many histories across the many different earths there has always been a struggle to successfully combine science and magic. All attempts have ended in failure, both minor and catastrophic, but a few cracked the code.
Yes, Willy Wonka was one of those few, later passing his knowledge on to Charlie and despite the potential of using their creations for personal power both were more interested in making Candy. The computer with runes however, was one of the few creations made without the purpose of making candy.
Charlie walked back to the elevator, despite confirming that the lock to Morgoth's prison was just as strong as ever he knew that he can only delay it so far. Matilda's dreams were never wrong and according to her, no matter what they do Morgoth will get free and when he does, he will stop at nothing to learn the secrets.
But Buckett and his workers were nothing if not determined and with any luck Morgoth will be sent back to the void to one day meet his end at Dagor Dagorath.
Rome
A sinister man stroked a fluffy white persian cat as he looked at the Information on the irken base. He was not the only one in the room, the other League. Mr Hinx, Count Dracula, Ms Utterson, Colonel Sebastian Moran, Dr Alponese Moreau, Opal Koboi, and their leader Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
"Yes, yes. This is most excellent." Blofeld began. "All this alien technology, ripe for the taking. SPECTRE will enter a new era and our enemies will be destroyed."
Blofeld turned around to face his "employees", most of the expressions ranged from neutral to outright contempt for SPECTRE's Number One. "Your new … thrall," he addressed Dracula, "is he ready?"
"Oh, yes." Despite being essentially enslaved by Blofeld Dracula smiled, this is gonna be fun. In the base back on Isle Sorna, while all the other Irkens left behind ran back and forth in a panic, one stood still, expressionless. He pulled up his lips, revealing his now razor sharp teeth. The psychic instructions from his master were clear, let the slaughter comence.
Above the Mariana Trench
In the hovering great glass elevator was Matilda Honey. She was closing her eyes and constraining, mentally reaching out to the bottom of the ocean. She tried and tried again but something always stopped her. Some sort of psychic barrier, she couldn't pierce it and it always blocked her.
Finally after an hour and half she gave up. 'No use,' she thought, 'I'll have to try again tomorrow. Maybe bring some equipment. I have to find out what's got Morgoth so spooked.' It didn't matter anyway, it was getting late and she needed some rest.
As Maltida prepared to fly back home, someone was watching. It was Mary standing on water as if it was solid ground. Mary tsked and looked sadly at the retreating Matilda. "This Earth's not ready for his rising, not yet."
Mary looked down stoically. "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming but not for long."
Unknown Earth
"As long as I'm alive you can save your friends."
"Well good luck with that."
*BANG*
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Waking up with a blood curdling scream was consulting criminal Jim Moriarty. Sitting up, he felt the back of his head to find that there was no gunshot wound, just phantom pain. Weirdly he was even dressed in an identical outfit the day he … he … don'tthinkaboutit.
It was then he noticed a strange green creature. It was rocking back and forth, mumbling gibberish and jerking it's head around. "Ah, you're awake."
Turning around he saw an older gentleman in a purple vest. The look on his face made it clear that he saw Jim as a waste of his time and while normally Jim would start planning this man's painful demise for the insult, everything was just too overwhelming.
"What is that and who the hell are you?" Jim pointed to the creature.
"We assumed him to be your Moran, but he called himself Jimmy. As for who I am for now you may call me the Future. Come, there is someone that wants to make your acquaintance."
The man led Jim out of the room. They paid no mind to the creature as they walked down the hallway. Jim observed his surroundings to find out anything. He seemed to be a recreation of a large Victorian mansion. I wasn't a real deal because the building was too new but still, whoever built this had a lot of power. All the curtains were closed, it's for him, for some reason they don't want him looking outside.
As they continued to walk Jim noticed a strong smell. A familiar smell, a few more sniffs and yep that was definitely a rotting corpse.
*BANG* Jim jumped back in a rare moment of surprise as they passed an out of place metal door covered in locks and chains. "HUNGRY!" Someone shouted on the other side followed by an inhuman roar.
"Hm," the other man contemplated, "his moments of lucidity are getting shorter and shorter. Shame, I liked the Revenant." Jim was about to ask a question but the Future only raised a finger. "The starving beast is unimportant for now. You'll find out what's behind the door in time."
And with that they continued on their way. Finally coming to a large important looking door. The Future knocked. "Come in." And the doors opened, it was a large room. A mix between the library and a laboratory, a large uncovered window took up one of the walls.
Two men were there, one dressed in a black top hat and cape, the other had his back turned. The first man took a brief note of Jim and only sneered. Jim smiled a little at this, something tells him that they will become really good friends.
The two other men went back to their conversation. "Make sure the Wrong Riders understand the consequences should they fail us."
"Of course." The first man took some papers from the other.
"That will be all. Leave us."
The first man left with the Future. "This is a waste of our time. That one is an insane short sighted wasteful idiot." He started as the doors closed.
"I agree Classic," replied Future, "but we can't go against the Professor. Not again, you remember what happened to the Egyptian."
Back in the Professor's room, Jim just stood there as the Professor looked out the window to the dark cloudy landscape. "I always liked this view, they never think to look in an Earth as uninhabitable as this one."
Jim looked around at something he could use, all he could see was a chalkboard with a complicated math problem. "You died," the Professor continued, "I know how that must sound to you but it's the truth. But you're back now, and I know you don't want to go back to that state, the people of your world call it the undead curse."
Jim rubbed the back of his head, despite the impossibility of what he just said he knew it to be the truth. "I had plans, so many plans after I died."
"Those had to go, they were in SPECTRE's way."
"SPECTRE?" Jim laughed. "Now I know you're joking. They're not real, just another boogeyman."
"Are they now? Hm. I never cared much for any version of Blofeld but I do have to admire what they built."
"Enough, just tell me who you are so I can take everything that you have built." Jim smiled wickedly.
"We are all named James Moriarty, not our colonel brother, different versions of the same man from different lives but myself," the professor stood up and turned around and Jim's smile disappeared, "I am all of us at our fullest potential, the true Napoleon of Crime. You will be known as the Consultant, I am called the Professor."
While to the untrained eye the Professor didn't look out of the ordinary, just a older well dressed man with a beard, to the eyes of Jim Moriarty one look of this man screamed extreme danger, that everything about him meant there was no winning against him and all notions Jim had of taking over whatever operation he was running disappeared.
"Let me tell you about a new project we're working on," The Professor's smile let Jim know that he worked for him now, "we call it the Moriarty Syndicate."
FINALLY DONE! I'd like to thank my mother and my father and my sister and brother and my-(and so on and so forth)
Seriously thank you all so much far sticking around for this long. I know it hasn't always been easy but nonetheless I'm happy to finally finish this. I'm don't think I'm going to do ongoings anymore, I'm stick to one shots and anthologies for now on, but that doesn't mean I'll never revisit this setting again. I have so many ideas and I can't wait for you to see them.
So, the Irkens have gone back to their home universe. Whoever made that list of the greatest threats to the multiverse, you can take them off now. It's likely Narn will become the new Tallest and he's not interested in Multiversal conquest.
We finally find out what's in the ocean and it's a slumbering Cthulhu. Based on his appearance in the 2020 film Underwater and if the aliens that once invaded Earth-1895 find out one of their dark masters is currently resting in Earth-1898, let's hope that the League and S.T.E.A.M. can stop them once and for all.
Since everyone else was making a massive Multiversal threat I'd thought I'd create one of my own. But I wanted a more smaller stakes threat hence a criminal organization. The Moriarty Syndicate isn't out to destroy or conquer anything they just want to run a Multiversal criminal empire. They consist of various common criminals found on all Earths and are lead by various versions of James Moriarty, using the larger threats to hide under the radar. If any other writer is reading this feel free to use them and expand on their ranks.
Their current leaders are:
The Consultant (Jim Moriarty from BBC's Sherlock)
The Future (Clone Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century)
The Revenant (Zombie Moriarty from Victorian Undead) who's days are numbered and will need to be replaced soon
The Classic (James Moriarty from Granada's Sherlock Holmes)
And finally, their leader, The Professor (Moriarty from the film A Game of Shadows)
There used to be another member called The Egyptian (Young Sherlock Holmes) but after he tried to lead an unsuccessful coup the Professor made an example of him. The Egyptian's fate was so horrible that none of the other Moriartys dare to go against the Professor ever again.
Please like and review, constructive criticism is welcomed. Until the next time!
"I did it! I FINALLY DID IT!" Coming out of a portal was JB, still dressed as a victorian gentleman. He was happy as much as he could be. "IT'S DONE! Now I can move on to other projects and nap and play and goof off as much as I want to. IT WILL BE A NEW BEGI-" *SPLAT*
Out of nowhere a sheet of paper blew into JB's face. "Oh! What's this?" He grabbed the paper. One look at the sheet and already his hands were trembling with despair at its contents.
Coming soon to Fanfiction dot net (if it's still alive)
Infinity Crisis spotlights: Thomas the Tank Engine
Matilda sees the Multiverse
by jb4280218!
JB ripped the paper in half and looked up to the sky! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-At least they're only a one-shots-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"…Right?"