Author's Note

This story is an AU, crossover and a re-telling of the original Minecraft Diaries story. All original characters that Aphmau/Jess created belong to her, and any original characters I come up with for this story belong to me.

This story, in layman's terms, is gonna be much more unhinged and chaotic than what MCD was. With the involvement of certain elements and a certain sci-fi alien superhero cartoon series, I wanted to explore what MCD would be like if it wasn't Aphmau who came across Phoenix Drop, but someone who ends up in this world through another strange set of circumstances.

This story will contain tons of popular ships from MCD, but some will be changed, altered and swapped around, for the sake of showing how different this story can change when the main character is someone else, something I feel is not explored in-depth enough in a few stories. Plus, I don't think anyone's done a story like this, so I wanna be the first, or one of many.

I hope you all enjoy this story, and even if you don't, that's fine by me. I'm not your parents, you do you!

[March 2015, Dimension 34]

This world is surprisingly familiar to very few beings who are capable of traversing the ever expanding infinitum that is the Omniverse. A world similar to that of a Ben Tennyson that never found the Omnitrix, but the only difference is that this world has an Omnitrix, one that has been sent to this Earth without much worry of a Vilgax or any similar being that demands that its power belongs to them.

Unfortunately, that doesn't mean there aren't forces that seek the device's power, with the pod radiating with some form of unknown power.

Somewhere in Oklahoma on a Friday evening, a young looking twenty-six year old man is tossed out of the doorway of a small single story home with relative ease, with a large man in a tank top staring down at him as he dusts his hands off. The man got up and dusted himself off, looking at the large man in disbelief. The man who got thrown out had blackish purple hair, was fair skinned, had a small bit of stubble on his chin, and wore a black leather jacket with a violet crown emblem on the back with a white 10 embroidered on the left shoulder. Underneath was a bright purple t-shirt and light gray sweatpants. He barely had time to put on a pair of black loafers before he was thrown out.

The man gritted his teeth, his face showed nothing but anguish and concern in his bright purple eyes. "Kellen, come on! Be reasonable here, I get paid tomorrow! Give me until then to pay my rent, I just got a raise for this alone! This isn't fair, man, it's almost night out!" The man pleaded, trying to negotiate with the man.

The large man, known as Kellen, simply looked down at the pleading man. He felt bad, but he had a job to do. "Sorry man, but if Big Boss Baumann toldja this once, he's toldja thousands of times, Frank. Paycheck or no paycheck, ya should've packed up while you had the chance to pay, instead of blowin' it all on yo college debt. It ain't personal, I promise ya that. 's just business." Kellen stated, trying to cushion the harshness of his words best he could.

The man, known as Frank, couldn't help but feel like everything was falling apart. Life just sucked for him, and it sucked hard. "What about that favor you owe me, huh!? I stuck my neck out for you when Baumann got his car scratched by your ex, said you owed me big time, does that mean nothing to you!? You're gonna throw me out and leave me with nothing, just like that!" Kellen's eyes widened a bit, the desperation in Frank's voice, the pain in knowing that he felt this was just him fucking around to get a rise out of him, one of his closest friends since middle school. Kellen felt hurt, but he didn't respond. "Your silence speaks volumes, Kellen... Fine, then! I don't need ya, and I don't need Baumann either! One of these days, you and him are gonna get what's comin' to ya, call it karma collectin' what's due and takin' what you got left, like my college debt!" Frank exclaimed in anger.

Before Kellen could try to stop Frank, to help him see reason, Frank ran off without another word, all while a pristine red car passed by, parking near the house he just got thrown out of. Frank didn't waste any time, he knew he needed a solution.

Frank stopped once he was a good distance away and pulled out his wallet. "I still got a few hundred dollars. May not mean much to Baumann, but it'll be enough to find an alternative... maybe... fuck, tomorrow might be my last day at work... thankfully I get my paycheck tomorrow... gotta keep my hopes up." Frank told himself.

An entire night without sleep later, Frank came into his place of work. A popular fast food chain by the name of Burger Shack. He did not like working at this place, especially since his manager was insufferable, but he did what he had to, just to make ends meet. Now he's worried that he won't be able to get that last paycheck. he didn't even have his uniform on, all he had was the clothes on his back, his wallet, and his phone.

Frank came into the kitchen, ignoring his co-workers and made a beeline to the manager's office. "Hey, Vicky, can we talk? I need to discuss a rather important topic with you, especially in regards of my paycheck." Frank called out, knocking on the door.

A set of footsteps approached from the other side, and inside was a fiery orange haired girl twice his age. the door was opened ajar, letting her get her hand out with little issue as she handed Frank an envelope, to which she then pointed to one of the rules on a metal board. He couldn't see her face, but she was clearly not having the best start to the day, and neither was he. "Where's your uniform, Decade? Lose it in the wash?" Vicky snarked.

Frank sighed. "Can we talk about this in your office? Because I don't think I'm gonna be around for today's shift, or the next... or at all in the future, if I can be honest." Frank stated, still crestfallen by how he just became homeless.

Vicky rolled her eyes, but noticed how dejected and lost he was, and for a moment, she felt bad. She let out an exasperated sigh, and opened the door further. "Come in, kid. Tell Big Vicky everything that's got you down." Vicky insisted, her voice hoarse and gruff.

The smell of Newport cigarettes was a permanent scent that permeated the inside her office, but Frank had grew accustomed to the cough-inducing scent in the past thirteen years.

Working fast food for the past thirteen years, just to make ends meet, it was like a joke without a punchline. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't have it in him to find anything funny, especially after becoming homeless.

Frank closed the door behind him and took a seat. Vicky offered a cigarette to her employee, fully expecting him to not take it, but after yesterday, he took one of them and lit it without a care for the consequences. Vicky looked at him carefully, studying his expression and trying to get a read on him, but between the tired look in his eyes, combined with the somber and pained atmosphere that clung to him like stank on a skunk, and the fact that he took up her offer for a smoke, she could tell that her most optimistic employee, someone she knew when he was still in school, young and hopeful for the future, was in a bad place.

Vicky sighed and put her cigarette out prematurely. "Okay, spill it kid. What's goin' on? You aren't wearin' your uniform, you're covered in dust, and as if to state the obvious, you look exhausted. Something didn't work out, did it?" Vicky asked.

Frank sighed, a long stream of smoke left his lips. "I got kicked out of my home. Baumann said I missed a payment, and that raise I needed from you, was supposed to pay for the rent... but, I didn't get that raise in my pay until today, they wouldn't wait for me to pay... All I have are the clothes on my back, my wallet and my phone. I'm not asking or begging for handouts, I just want to explain myself and put in my two weeks notice," Vicky was rather surprised. She met this guy back when he was young and looking to work, around thirteen years ago. Now, here he is, trying to quit after he got his last paycheck, someone who never gave up when the job got hard, is now giving up his job. "Vicky, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to work here for as long as I did. I'm not perfect, and I'm certainly not employee of the month, but I am thankful to have had, what, thirteen years of work experience with a hot grill? It means more to me than you might think," Frank got up and moved towards the door, but stopped and looked back. "With this last paycheck, I might buy a tent, maybe a couple bags of jerky and live in the woods till someone finds my body, who knows how long that'll last, maybe a week... regardless, thanks for the opportunity, Boss. Catch you on the flipside." Frank confessed.

Vicky was stunned, a bit hurt, and rendered speechless. She wasn't mad, but she couldn't help but feel bad for this guy. He worked here back when he was thirteen, which was back in 2002. Frank put on his best smile, and walked out of his former manager's office. He walked to the backdoor, saying his goodbyes to his co-workers, and for them, it was the last time they, or anyone who worked with Frank would hear from him.

Several long hours later, Frank walked through the aisles of a shopping center, trying to keep his head held high, despite how the weight of the world continued to try and slow him down. He had bought a tent, a couple bags of his favorite jerky brand, a sleeping bag, a pillow, a lantern and a hunting knife.

Frank brought his items to the register, an older man working the register examined each item, all while studying Frank himself. "Goin' somewhere? Summer's on its way, but Spring time is still ripe for a few storms, youngling." The old man cautioned.

Frank chuckled dryly. "I'll be alright. I just want to get out of town for maybe a week or so, see how long I can last. It's not like a storm is anything for me to worry about, but I'll keep it in mind for the future." Frank stated tiredly.

The old man registered the last item Frank had intended to buy, but the old man looked at the young man with worry. As he bagged each item, he decided to pull a book from underneath the display case for various hunting rifles, and handed it to the young man. Frank was confused and smiled, letting a dry laugh escape his lips. "Sorry, sir, I'm not much of a religious person. If I want forgiveness, I'll pop by a church and confess to a nun. Till then, I'm not one for bibles." Frank joked.

the old man didn't say anything, but he also didn't put the book away. "This book is free with every purchase. They haven't been selling, but I'm more than willing to give these books away, it's a piece of historical literature that most would see be destroyed and hidden away when it was first written. I implore you, take this with you, just so you don't drive yourself insane. A young mind like yours should not be squandered by the weight and greed of the world." The old man offered.

Frank's eyes widened, he wasn't sure what this old man was trying to get at, but considering it was already getting late, and he needed to make some serious headway, he decided to take the book without anymore objections. "Thanks, I suppose..." Frank said.

As soon as Frank put the money on the counter, he carried his bagged items on his arms and the box for his tent on his back.

Frank traveled on foot for what felt like hours into the thick woods in his area. He was tired, he was exhausted, his feet were aching like no tomorrow, but he finally found a clear space to set up his temporary homestead. If he couldn't have a home, then he'll bum it out in the woods, at least he wasn't on drugs.

It took Frank a long thirty-five minutes to get everything set up, but he eventually managed to get his tent pitched, nailed down, and his sleeping bag set up. Unfortunately, he had to stop a few times because some wild animals were attracted to the jerky he had. He tried to chase after them, but the moment he saw his only source of food disappear into the trees, he soon realized he was at an all time low.

He lost his house, he was out of money, save for the few coins he had, had no food or water, and he likely wasn't gonna make it through the night, and to make things worse, he noticed a weather alert go off on his phone. High winds, heavy rain and thunderstorms for his area in three hours time.

Frank felt like he was at his lowest, and by this point, it wasn't entirely wrong to assume he hit rock bottom. He sat down on the ground, feeling truly defeated. "Oh man... this all just keeps getting worse. What's next, mauled by wild animals? Divine intervention? By this point, it's a shorter list to figure out what won't happen to me next," Frank looked up at the night sky. At least for the time being, it was just beautiful. Among the many shining stars, one of them happened to look like a shooting star. "Well, that's a nice view, maybe it's worth a try... I wish I could get the hell out of Oklahoma, start over somewhere else and make something worthwhile out of my life." Frank wished.

Frank watched as the shooting star suddenly shift its course of trajectory. Frank was a bit confused, believing he might be seeing things due to sleep deprivation, but then the shooting star crashed into the ground several feet away from his campsite. Frank ducked behind his tent for a couple moments, waiting for the initial shock to wear off, all while his mind raced with questions. Why did a shooting star just change its trajectory on a dime like that? Was this even a shooting star? Did his wish somehow cause it to crash near him? What was the next course of action? How was he going to explain this to anyone that came by? Why did this happen?

The questions flooded his mind like no tomorrow, and in a couple hours, there likely wasn't going to be a tomorrow if he stuck around waiting for that storm. Knowing he was practically low on options, and his own curiosity began to turn his attention to the supposed shooting star, now mere feet away from his campsite, he had to know what this was. It was like a siren song calling to him, luring him in like a call from fate itself.

Frank, unable to quell his own curiosity, slowly approached the crash site, wielding his hunting knife in a defensive manner. With every step of the way, he got closer and closer to the crater. As the smoke cleared, Frank looked down and saw a large golden sphere, radiating with some kind of otherworldly energy. Curiosity finally getting the better of him, he hopped down into the crater and approached the sphere, sheathing his knife as he looked at the odd object. He reached out to the metal oddity, only for it to spew a couple puffs of steam, and open up manually on its own.

When the metallic sphere opened up, something could be seen inside. Inside was a watch, but it was so strange looking. It was like a bulky bracer-type of shape with white tubes wrapped underneath the device and attaching to four different parts. It had a bright vibrant purple hourglass emblem and a purple button. Out of sheer curiosity, Frank rolled back his left sleeve and reached for the device. Before he knew what happened, the otherworldly energy began to swirl and wrap around him, and the device suddenly leapt up and attached itself to his wrist.

Before Frank could even react to how the watch suddenly latched onto him, that otherworldly energy overwhelmed him. In a flash of light, nothing seemed to remain of the sphere, the device inside it, or Frank himself.

Frank Decade was gone, as was the most powerful alien device in the universe.

[?]

Frank groaned, slowly, steadily but surely waking up from supposed unconsciousness. He felt like his head was spinning and splitting in two. His eyes took a moment to adjust to his new environment, some type of temple housed within some type of bright white void.

In that moment, Frank got back onto his feet, confused as to where he was. This clearly wasn't Oklahoma, but at the same time, this wasn't where his campsite was, either. He noticed the golden sphere that contained the watch, but before he could take a step towards it, it was then levitated towards an altar. There was an unknown figure at said altar, a tall, elegant and inhuman female with large white angel wings, and a blindfold that obscured her vision.

Frank was at a loss for words, but as he stepped forward, his presence has already caught the attention of the angel winged woman. Frank wasn't sure what he was looking at. A person? No, the angel wings don't just come from anyone. An angel? Not that either, something sinister seemed to dwell here, something he'd rather not encounter himself. A demon in disguise? Seemed likely, but why does this place look so serene and not on fire.

An alien, perhaps? That sounded insane, borderline crazy, outright impossible... and yet, the watch on his wrist didn't seem magical, looked too mechanical to be made of any kind of magic, or to even be forged by something divine. He couldn't tell or ascertain as to why, but he carefully knelt down on one knee, which seemed to appease the angelic woman.

The woman seemed to speak, but she spoke in a language that sounded odd. Frank couldn't understand a word she was saying, but the tone of her voice seemed to tell him that whatever she was saying, was clearly of grave importance. Regardless, he wasn't sure where he was or how to leave, but the moment the woman stopped talking, he stopped kneeling and went back to the entrance, only for a large marble portal to form in front of him.

Before he could speak and ask about where that portal lead to, some sort of mighty force pushed him into the portal, leaving the woman on her own yet again. She looked to the palm of her right hand, seeing the same hourglass emblem tattooed onto it. The woman returns to the altar, looking over some type of mystic artifact on a pedestal.

[Overworld]

Frank's unconscious body was spat out of the marble portal before it vanished without a trace. Frank wasn't sure where he ended up now, but the fact he felt the warmth of the sun on his face, it was clear to him that he was outside again in a forest. He paused for a moment, trying to calm his mind for a moment.

He was trying so hard to try and process how he ended up here. Either the storm didn't come, he ended up deeper in the woods and knocked his head on something while it raged on, or he slept right through it, but got flung to another part of the forest and somehow came out of it unscathed.

Frank groaned and got to his knees, letting out a mildly frustrated sigh. He wasn't sure how he got to where he was, but he knew he couldn't just stay there. "Ugh... Oh man, that is the last time I ever pick up some weird watch that fell out of the sky..." Frank looked around, noticing how different the clearing used to be. "Man, I must've been conked out for a long while. Where in the hell am I, and where'd my tent go?" Frank eventually got back onto his feet and stretched a bit. "Well, if I know any better, the shopping center is back the direction I came from. Maybe if I retrace my steps, I can used what few coins I have in my wallet to get a bus ticket back to Bellwood," Frank looked at his left wrist, noticing the odd watch was still present, its hourglass emblem shining with that vibrant purple color. "...I don't know why, but I feel like this watch is going to be the bane of the rest of my life." Frank remarked.

Frank started to walk in the direction he thought lead back to town, but he was unaware that his arrival has been noted by someone hiding amidst the trees. The figure in the trees looked ahead, seeing a ruined and forgotten village pass the tree lines.

At first, it seemed like nothing has changed... but now, perhaps something has been altered, after all.