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Thirteen miles below an unspecified location in Africa, deep thirteen.. sh*t always started in deep thirteen. For good reason, for locked within this facility were wonders beyond imagination. Technology that to the rest of the world was pure imagination was seemingly pulled from the realms of science fiction and made reality. All by the hands of one person, yes our good doctor INSANO had managed to craft great wonders in her day.. but with every innovation there’s always a dark side..
After three years away from deep thirteen pursuing her political career, INSANO had finally found her way back to the facility. The lights once more all abuzz, the Android workers still carrying on with their routines, maintaining the creations and tools and furnishings, as our good doctor sat behind her personal computer desk inside her bedroom. She sat hunched over, Elbows propped up on said desk, hands covering her eyes. Currently she felt lost, as if her entire life had collapsed. These feelings stemmed from the idea she had been discarded, abandoned by the one person she’d opened up to and actually loved unconditionally in years. Terren had left her, and didn’t seem to even want to acknowledge her existence in any way, and it stung. She didn’t know what to do, how to rectify this situation. So, defeated, she’d drag her hands down her face with a sigh, now staring directly into her reflection on the blank monitor screen. But something caught her eye, a little splotch of pink in the background of her reflection. She’d turn around, eyes now scanning the wall her bed was pressed against. Pasted to the wall were several Polaroid like photos, it was her memory wall. There was the photograph she took with ‘red’, at the wreckage of Vyce city right by the battered remains of the tyrant lord. The group photo from back in the falls, with Ariel, ace, Becky, alec, and that rat bastard Morpheus disguised as Bella. But those photos weren’t even of relevance to her currently. She’d push away from the desk, standing up she’d make her way over to her memory wall. Fingers gently brushing over a specific photo.. one taken a thousand years from now, in this very room. It wasn’t taken by either of the people in it, no this was a screen shot of a moment captured by her security cameras, it was of INSANO back when she was a man, kneeling on the ground with a woman made entirely of bubblegum. Both their hands were touching the floor, overlapping eachother as they reached for the broken pieces of a device INSANO had been making. Their eyes were forever locked on eachothers, both their gaze clearly longing. Bonnibel.. Cherry’s eye’s would slightly well up at the thought of her first true romance, her first actual love. She held bonnibel above even herself, in brains, body and spirit. If anyone could help her out, If anyone knew how to solve this dilemma with Terren, it’d be Bonnie. She just hoped the woman would even want to see her again.. Cherry would fish around in her jacket pocket, eventually pulling out her ominversal remote. Back in the day she’d need an entirely separate device to travel through time, but she’d upgraded her remote enough to where it was now a multi purpose tool. She’d fiddle with the settings, changing it from ‘teleport’ to ‘TT’. Setting the date to ‘3018 CE’ (In her mind it was 941 After INSANO, But that’s just her ego at play) She’d steel herself. Breathing in deep, shutting her eyes, she’d hold up the remote, and click the channel up button.
No time seemed to pass as she’d open her eyes. Her surroundings.. almost identical to how she left them, just with an added mound of dust on everything. She’d shove her remote into her jacket pocket, now pulling a set of keys out. Quickly she’d Rush from her room, running down the strangely empty hall. The lack of any androids, or decent lighting not registering with her at the moment as excitement welled up within her. She’d push past a set of double doors, into a large round garage like area that housed a travel sized space ship in the center. There was no point trying teleportation, the coordinates of everything had changed- she remembered how the continents had melded yet again to create Pangea. She’d hold the keys up as she rushed towards it, using the clicker the ship would honk, the side door creaking, and eventually falling, a set of stairs now leading to an opening. She’d hurry up and inside, making her way to the drivers chair she’d plop down. Strapping in the double seatbelts she’d begin clicking buttons on the above control panel and the panel before her. The ship would stall a bit, the age clearly showing, but it’d start up. “Cherry!” INSANO would call for the Ai.. nothing.. no response. That was disconcerting, but whatever. She’d use the clicker once more, and the round garage floor would screech to life, metal grinding as it rose rapidly up. It had to rise at a rolllercoasters speed orelse She’d Be there all day. Above ground, the large hatch would shutter, it too was stalling pretty bad, but it’d open. Destroying whatever fauna had taken over. The round garage floor would rise to the very top, ship now finally tasting that outdoor air after a thousand years. The side stairs would rise up and shut, and the engines would kick in and it’d zoom off into the sky. Cherry’s satellite based mapping rig wasn’t operational for some reason, the inship monitor that was supposed to display a map of the world and her current location couldn’t turn on- but the other monitors displaying the footage from the outer cameras were. She’d however have to focus on both what was going on outside the windowshield and the monitors, because the Ai for some reason wasn’t responding, so no autopilot. The landscape was.. strangely not odd. From what she could tell there were no wild mutated creatures. Just wilderness. But she was too high up, and moving too fast to tell. She needed to get her bearings, only way to do that would be to set the ship down. So, the bottom jets would kick in, pushing upwards, as the back engine would die. The much stronger downward jets on the sides of the ship would roar to life, as cherry would flick a switch, the landing pads now extending, the ship would lower down into a clearing, and shut off. Unstrapping herself, she’d use the clicker to open the side door, stairway once more lowering, she’d make her way down it, now taking her first steps on a very different earth. The first thing she’d see upon exiting her vehicle would be a clear stream of water, her surroundings peaceful and serene. But as she’d walk away from her ship, a piercing screech would explode from behind her, quickly she’d turn on her heel, tripping over and falling on her ass she’d now be staring upon a gigantic mechanical beast that had crushed her ship. It was huge, and walked on four mechanical legs, with a long neck. It’s head would turn slightly, seemingly acknowledging her for merely a moment, before trampling away. Her eyes had widened as large as possible, heartrate skyrocketing, her chest heaving as her breathing had picked up. She currently didn’t care about her crushed ship, because in her direct sight were at least twenty more mechanical monstrosities of varying size, and shape. She’d begin shaking her head slowly, bottom lip trembling. This.. this wasn’t the future she knew. This wasn’t.. this.. she’d pick herself up, eyes welling with tears at the realization something had changed, that bonnibel.. that bonnibel didn’t exist anymore.. she’d turn on her heels yet again, and she’d run. Run towards and across the shallow stream, as tears began sliding down her cheeks, she didn’t know or care where she was going. She just needed to run. To get away. After crossing the stream she’d find her way into a forest, pushing past several trees she just continued to run, and run. Until eventually slamming face first into the trunk of a tree she hadn’t been able to dodge. She’d cling to the tree for a moment, biting her bottom lip, eyes shut tight as the tears continued to flow. Eventually she’d flip herself around, back against the trunk she’d slide down onto the ground. Pulling her knees up, she’d hug them close to her chest and bury her face between them. Silently sobbing at the loss of bonnibel.. one question repeatedly repeated in her head, one question was eating away at her.

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Ladies and gentlemen, he got her (NOT CHERRY)

The sun beat down on a rather remote island off the west coast of Costa Rica, the tropical splendor and natural beauty of the island silent, and serine. This silence however would be broken by the rumble of an engine, a black SUV made it’s way down a partially overgrown dirt road, dust kicking up behind it and disturbing the foliage. The SUV’s destination- a large seemingly abandoned building, with barren walls of 14 inch thick white concrete, the midday sun gleaming off its broadside. The SUV would come to a halt as the dirt road turned to asphalt, stopping directly where the line of separation was. The drivers side door would fling open, shortly after a cigarette would follow. Then, a large boot would crash down on the fallen cigarette, turning side to side to smear it into the ground and put it out, out would step none other than Slade Joesph Wilson, decked out in a trench coat that hide whatever was underneath it, as well as a pair of sunglasses. The afternoon breeze rustled his hair, as he’d step completely out of the car, a hand resting on the top as he’d peak over it at his destination, jaw grinding as he examined the exterior. His eye would immediately hit the most distinctive object in site- a concrete sign, with the name ‘INSANO Corp™’ on it. Clearly that was just a rather large sticker of sorts, lazily attached how many years ago he didn’t know, as the edges were peeling. Slade would pull a briefcase from the car, then slam the SUV door shut, making his way around the car, and towards the stairs that led to the main entrance. This island.. isla nublar. He’d heard rumbles about it here and there, about the mythical ‘INGEN incident’ that was said to have taken place here decades ago. Not even he knew the specifics, nor did he necessarily care. Pushing his way through the doors, he’d find himself now in a big, empty room, with two opposite spiraling staircases. Dead center of the room was an empty and large display stand, resembling one you’d see in a museum. A sad, vacant pole jutted out of its center. Slade had not another thought about such a pointless thing, he was here for a reason. He’d make his way up the spiral staircase to the left hurriedly, now met with three entrances, one to the left, the right, and one on the long wall. He’d look to the left, above it was labeled ‘Yo, this be the place where there’s computers and shieeet’. It was seemingly nonsensical to him, but the word ‘computers’ had to mean it was his destination. He’d push past the door, still with that hurried pace, he was now traveling down a short sloped hall, the wall next to him having large circular windows all in a row as he went down. He’d look to the windows as he hurried, the first thing he’d seen is a rather dapper man wearing a suit, hunched over a computer with his hands buried in his hair. The power was clearly on, but Slade could tell something was amiss. Having now entered the computer room, he was greeted by the sound of a digitized voice saying {Look, Look, it’s simple motherf***er.. say the magic word, and I’ll let you all up in this!} The voice.. even digitized. He recognized it. The dapper gent would raise his head, looking over to Slade he’d chuckle nervously. ‘We Uh.. we may have a problem..’ He’d then redirect his attention to the monitor before him, hands limply in his lap. Slade would make his way through the rows of monitors until he was directly behind the gents chair, he’d slap his briefcase on the desk, now leaning over, one hand on the desk, another on the edge of the gents chair’s back. Staring at the monitor.. he’d be greeted with the site of a chibi sprite on the monitor, wearing a lab coat with green scrubs, and goggles. It was standing above a little password bar, arms crossed, and shaking its head. {Oh so we got a new a**hole here. Tell me mr shades all the time, do YOU know the password?} At this recognition, Slade would slowly remove his sunglasses, squinting hard he’d mumble. “By god it can see us..” {Hear you too, dipsh*t.} Slade would now look to the dapper gent, who was just staring dead eyed at the monitor. The sprite would repeat {Say. The. Magic. Word.} and begin tapping its little foot. {Look, I don’t got all day, you don’t got all day, your friend over there looks like he ain’t been exposed to sunlight for YEARS, and I have porn games to infiltrate.} Slades mind would tick over.. the magic word.. He’d smack the back of the gents chair “Type ‘please’.” The man would now look up at him, confused. He was about to say something, but Slade cut him off. “Do it. Now.” A no doubt terrifying forcefulness behind his voice. Floored, the man would quickly type please in, and hit enter. The chibi sprite would huff. {THAAANK you. You know, a little courtesy.. it goes a long way.} The sprite would walk off screen for a moment, soon slowly pushing it’s way back on screen, pulling a menu board out with it. There were six options. Internet, Microsoft word, folders, Chess, trashbin, and the strangely labeled ‘Security stuffs’. {Now.} The sprite would climb on top the menu board, legs crossed. {What you want..} The dapper gent knew right away what to go for, taking the mouse and dragging it across the screen, he’d choose ‘security stuffs.’ This would open up a new menu, with only three boxes. Cameras, AMF, and Tools. “Explain, The camera’s.. I know they’re mostly in the bunker. How many exactly do you have over there?” The sprite would comply {Arooound.. oh, 100, give or take. Ten in each cell, so that’s fifty down, twenty in the storage room, and thirty in the main research room.} Slade would eye the camera box, the man would click it, opening a window that’d say [Do you want to turn on the surveillance grid?] with ‘yes’ and ‘no’ below the text. Obviously he’d click yes, the window quickly disappearing afterwards. “..Tell it to display the cameras to the cell she’s kept in..” Slade would say. The man would oblige. ^Stream the Footage from cell 2, please.^ in an instant, a heavily divided window with ten camera feeds popped up, all different angles on the central and only subject. A girl, with white and red hair, laying passes out cold in the center of the room. Slade would lean in a bit, eye fixated on her.. Terren.. the object of his affection. He’d had her kidnapped discreetly merely twelve hours ago, he wanted the fact that he was the perpetrator to be a surprise, although if she had been able to put two and two together in the moment it really didn’t matter. {Can’t get a read on her vitals yet, you should really turn the tools on.} This.. this would make slades one beady little eye pop open. It could read vital signs.. “Are you able to tell when someone’s lying?” The camera feed would poof, revealing The sprite still sitting crisscross on top the menu board. {Oh yeah, comes with the ability to read their vitals duh.} The gears in his head turning, he’d slap the gents chair again and he’d quickly turn the tools on. “Alright.. So.. sprite, thing.. when I’m in there, I want you to keep a close watch on her vitals. When she lies, turn each of the cameras side to side in unison to sound off that she is.” {Alright dude whatever. You want a run down on some of the equipment you just blindly turned on.} Slade would nod. “Go for it.” {Ohhhkaay!} It’d clap it’s little hands together. {So, you just turned on the Autolocks, the inverted reverse gravity fields for the ceiling and floor cuffs, the ceiling appendages that go /along/ with them nice cuffs, the locking straps for the autopsy table, and yes, the water main. The open shower area is now usable. I’d appreciate it if you turned on the anti magic field now, let me get fully operational and stretch my legs here..} Slade would grin. All the tools listed would come in handy, not to blow himself too hard before he gets Terren to, but he really knows how to scout a location. The gent yet again would silently do as was implied, and the Sprite would shutter in ecstasy. {WooooOOOO OH MAN!} It’d hop up and click its heels. {Been a long ass time since I’ve even been on!} Slade however was finished here, he’d collect his briefcase and be on his way. “Watch those cameras, Earl.” He’d say as he walked away. Yes, the dapper gents name was earl. But you just learned that because he’s insignificant.
Now outside the entrance to the bunker, he’d hear the click of the front door. Obviously the autolock had been undone. Pushing his way inside he’d make his way down the steel steps, eventually finding himself in a long hallway, doors on each side. Five of the doors had monitors on them rather than windows. He’d travel a bit down until he came across one that had ‘cell 2’ marked over it, the monitor on the front displaying none other than that juicy little chimera.. and she was starting to stir, too. Well.. he could stay there and watch for a bit as she got her bearings. He’d grin to himself, he was going to thoroughly enjoy this process.
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We need to talk..

The clacking of hundreds of keyboards filled a large office space, cubicles in crammed together, each having that warm blue glow of computer monitors inside them. The individuals sitting behind each desk were dressed identical, robotically typing away. All but a few, however were partaking in this mechanical exercise. One row of cubicles broke away from this trend, however each individual inside the cubicles were near identical to eachother as well. Each had a pair of mic’d up headphones, they’d mumble silently into the microphones as they examined their monitors, simultaneously writing pages upon pages of notes on what they saw. Little irregularities, an unregistered credit card here or there, the odd audio clip picked up by the numerous devices the agency they worked for had access to, as well as the rare glimpse of their target recorded by the even smaller amount of devices they had access to that could record video. Every little recording, every little irregularity, it got them closer and closer to pinpointing their targets current whereabouts. What made it difficult was they were trying to track a professional of the highest tier, someone who clearly knew what he was doing, and knew how to fly under the radar just enough as to completely evade their detection. This being the reason such a tedious process of slowly gathering information was an absolute necessity. All the information they’d been gathering, each note they wrote, scanned into a digital copy along with the audio and video clips, and sent off to a master computer that was able to scan the entirety of the continental United States. This super computer had access to every piece of technology that had the capacity to link to the internet, or that had been set up by police or state troopers. It’d process each piece of information, and with each passing moment, it’d close in on its target. Eventually, it’d pinpoint the location, he was surprisingly close to their own backyard, having set up camp in an apartment building near the House of Representatives. This information would be sent out to the service, and the president herself.
A group of ten, tall men and women in the usual secret service discreetly armored uniform stood in a row, arms to their side. It was the dead of night in a flattened, blackened field in the southern D.C. area, the grass had seemingly been destroyed yet never re-grew, leaving half the field a barren patch of dirt. Eventually, a limousine would pull up on the field, the driver exiting his side and hurriedly rushing around to the passengers side facing the agents. He’d pull the door open. A ruby red high heel would emerge, it’d gently press into the dirt. Smoke would billow from the car, as a feminine hand would grip the side of the car, a tall red headed woman, stogie in her mouth would pull herself from the limo. Clad in a pure white business suit with red trimmings, standing at an impressive 6’6, stood our 45th President. Cherry Yitzhak Cipher, billionaire, genius, politician. Her goggles resting on her forehead, glowing emerald green eyes sharp as ever staring directly at the row of agents. Her gaze piercing and unnerving as ever, it’d cause a noticeable stir among the agents. Breaking away entirely from the limo she’d begin to pace the line, eyes meeting with each individuals agents gaze, her stogie would slide across her lips in contemplation. She didn’t have much to say to them, but an inspection was a necessity, especially for a mission of this importance. Now, as cherry examined each, noting how at least half of them were noticeably unnerved and anxious when her gaze hit them, her understanding of their fates would be reaffirmed. Without saying a word she’d make her way back to the open and waiting limousine, stepping a foot back inside she’d bend down to enter, before stopping quick. She’d straighten her back up for a minute, looking over her shoulder she’d nonchalantly say “You’re all going to die.” And, as quickly as she Came, she’d duck back in the limo, door being shut behind her, driver returning to the front, and she was off. This statement of their demise confused them for a moment, surely she didn’t actually mean it? The president wouldn’t just toss their lives away as if they were faceless storm troopers.. would she?
Sometime later that night, all ten of the agents would silently infiltrate the apartment, coming at it all from different angles in groups of four of them would take the upstairs area, four the downstairs, and two the basement. Guns drawn, they’d all silently creep throughout his current stomping grounds. Their mission? Arrest Slade Wilson.
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Itchi Miyu

Name:Itchi Miya
Hair and color: A jet black and typically kept in a bun by a red ribbon.
Eye color-Green.

Traits and behaviors and other quirks: Tends to zone out alot in fond thoughts and memories of better times or familiar times. Spends time mediating and trying to understand the why of everything hoping to find an answer to her issues. Itchi believes she is a lesser warrior than her Fellow iron bird warriors, and can’t find a reason why.

Weapons, Knowledge and Equipment: Using arm blade tonfas or her standard dual wakazaki, making her a deadly precise harasser in combat. Having a few tricks up her sleeve such as a few smoke and shrapnel bombs along with her grappling hook. Understanding how to survive in the deadlands a harsh rain forest full of lycans-a clan of warriors that train and use animals in combat, standardly using primitive methods consuming those they kill and mundane nature hence the name ‘Lycan.”

Attire and Appearance: Dressed usually in her light leather helmetless amour that was hybridized with light hardwood and metal mess plates tall over her body giving her a rather sleek yet protected look. Outside of her armor, she’ll be wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and her foot wraps along with her hand wraps...Fairly toned Asian young woman, brown eyes and a thin but light hourglass figure and some soft curves.

Backstory: Itchi was born inside the Ironbird compound in the heart of the deadlands, and never moved out of the dead lands. Growing up and becoming childhood friends with Tecenaka and Theta Vu, Brother and sister of the Chieftain of the tribe Chad Vu. Trained in the skill of light armor and stand katana and tonfa play, and a fair understanding for mixed martial arts along with conditioning and experience. Living a fairly stand among Japanese culture, and influence, recent events urged her to find her calling in the wasteland and post-apocalyptic land.

Personality: Itchi is a caring warrior who only wants the best for her friends and family,curious as ever and stubborn against all odds but keping to her wits.

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The meeting


The back end of the twentieth century was truly the Wild West for scientific discoveries, as business and science seemed to mesh. In the eighties, biotechnology was the big thing. Known still to this day as the most world changing field in history, biotechnology was YUGE. But many don't know of the greatest discovery the ninties brought. Every important discovery had a team of people behind it, the atom bomb had a single research laboratory. The computer age was started by twelve laboratories, and biotechnology is researched by two thousand laboratories in America at the very least. But multiversal science? One man. It only took one remarkable man, and the funding of a rather generous venture capitalist, to break the boundaries of reality and change the multiverse forever. This is the story of the fateful meeting that started it all, the one in which young Jonathan Cipher convinced Edmund Richards to help him change the world.

Chapter one: Mornings a bitch.

October 16th 1990
New York.
Jonathan wrenched his head to the side for the fifth time within the hour, no doubt from a nightmare. Ever since he turned eighteen the nightmares, they wouldn't stop. Every morning he'd wake up in a cold sweat, feeling as if he'd almost died. This morning was no different, as John yet again jutted up from his mattress shouting. He'd clutch at his chest as his eyes would scan his surroundings, breath labored. He was in his room. His apartment still. He was safe.. he was alone. He'd sigh out, as he stood from the mattress that was ever so lazily placed in the center of the room. No bedframe- even though he had around 1.2 million in reserve, he still wasn't going to spring for a bedframe. You kidding? He'd stretch his arms out, yawning, then reaching to scratch his chin- stuble.. his mind ticked over, before his eyes lit up. Sh*t! Today was /the/ day!! He'd dash out of his room and into the tiny hallway, towards the door across the way. He'd fling it open and push himself in, sliding his socks on the tile he'd overshoot the sink, and end up crashing into the tub. Now bent over, ass in the air as his head rested on the tub bottom. He'd flail his limbs about before pushing himself back onto his feet. Yet again he'd slide, this time backwards towards the sink. Almost overshooting it, he'd grab the edge of the sink, with a mirror behind it, and center himself right in front of it. He'd sigh. Running a hand through his curly perm, he'd make for the toothbrush, picking it up he'd then grab the tooth paste. He'd use two fingers from the hand holding the brush to unscrew the cap of the toothpaste tube. Then, aiming the tube at the brush he'd squeeze it ever so gently, which then would cause all the tooth paste to come bursting from the tube, splattering paste on the counter, floor, sink, and luckily his brush. Sighing, he'd lament life for a moment before turning the sink on. He'd then run the brush under it for a moment, softening the paste. Pulling it up, he'd then brush his teeth. With the ever so exciting task complete, he'd cup his hand under the running water and pour it into his mouth. Swishing it side to side, he'd then spit it out. Next up, shaving. Strap in folks, this chapter is interesting. John never used shaving cream, he always found it pointless. Needless to say he's had some close calls with his neck. John would grab the razor that was lazily lain upon the counter. He'd then run it under the still running water. Taking it to his chin, he'd slide the razor. He'd rinse it, repeat. Until his face was smooth as a stogie. Setting the razor down, he'd look into the mirror directly ahead. His gaze stared back. His eyes always were beautiful. A nice bright light green. With the smile of a winner, he'd prove that by cracking a large toothy grin at himself. He can do this. He'll ACE that meeting! John would then take a step to the side, stepping on the toothpaste and slipping. He'd clutch at the counter for dear life before finally falling completely, his back flat on the ground. He'd groan. He'd yet again find himself picking his ass up off the ground. Life always found a way to make even the most exciting of days frustrating. He'd trod out of the bathroom and back into his room. His eyes once more scanning the surroundings, he'd eventually hone in on his dresser. He'd make his way to it, opening a drawer. Inside was his special suit. The one he wore for his meeting with Hammond. He'd pull it out, everything was there. The pants, the suit jacket, the shirt, and the tie. He'd slide on the shirt, one arm at a time. Eventually poking his head out of the neck. He'd then slip on the suit jacket, then his pants, and finally the tie around his neck. He'd adjust the tie slightly, before looking down towards the side of his dresser. His black shoes were there. To make a long story short, he'd slip each shoe on. Now fully dressed, he had to go out to get breakfast. He wasn't gunna eat cereal, and he damn sure wasn't going to cook himself.

Chapter Two: The Streets be rough, yo.

John had made his way onto the sidewalk, he didn't have a car so he was going to walk. Not like he needed a car. This was New York! The city where people were faster than cars. As he began walking along with the crowd, he'd get shoved by someone. The culprit it'd seem was a short, bald man. Fat as a whale to, he was. Wearing jeans and a wife beater, with an unsightly five o'clock shadow. This guy.. John could just picture what his life was like. He probably woke up in his mother's basement every morning, wife beater, boxers, five o'clock shadow. The whole package. He'd probably go straight for the kitchen- no morning prep. No shaving. No shower even. Not even gunna brush his teeth. He'd dig through the nasty, old mounds of rotting garbage on his counter and floor to find one semi decent slice of pizza to quickly stuff down his fat face. He'd eventually decide to throw his dingy, dirty jeans that had been laying on the ground half covered by crumpled up wrappers and moldy food. He'd peel the food off best he could, but the stains wouldn't peel off with them. After that exhilarating process, he'd probably sit his fat ass on his moms busted down broken couch and stare blankly at the tv as whatever mindless drivel he was rotting his brain with. Then, after his daily zone out, he'd be off to the park. He'd first get in an argument with his mother about her driving him to the park. After a lot of shouting, and even some overdramatic suicide threats, he'd begrudgingly tear his door open, slamming it behind him. He'd trudge along the side walk, eyes locking on every little girl that passes. Their mothers would cover the girls defensively with their arms as he passed- they can tell what he's about. Eventually, at his snails pace speed he'd arrive to the park. Wherein he'd sit on a bench that was placed right across from the playground. The disgusting man no doubt would stare at the children playing, like the creep he is. Yes, John thought. That man surely was a sick f***.
Snapping out of his daze, John would realize that as he was lost in his speculative, he had already traveled halfway to the restaurant. Man, time flies when you're bullsh*tting. As he continued to travel down the sidewalk, he'd spot a very well dressed woman. Curly red hair, white business suit, cool spiral goggles on her forehead and a rabbit on her shoulder. She was fiddle f***ing with some remote or something. He could just tell, she was a secretary. The rabbit probably meant she spent her nights alone because every man she brings home ends up ditching her the morning after. She probably drinks herself half to death nightly, lamenting on her failed dreams of being a professional cheerleader. Hell, he bet she only got the secretary position by sucking the bosses d*ck. Dumb bitch probably couldn't think more than a thought a minute. She'd eventually look up from her remote however, and lock eyes with John. Her eyes were the same bright light green... however.. they were.. dimmer than his. He'd tear his gaze away from the red head, as his gaze eventually locked on his destination. Cherry's. His favorite diner.

Chapter Three: Cherry's

John had finally arrived to cherry's, this small diner where everything seemed right. At least, he'd imagine everything was alright. It always brought him back to his childhood. Back in the falls.. back before he killed beck.. his mind would trail off, as he'd take his seat in the booth at the far side of the diner. He'd rest an elbow on the table, fist under his cheek. He couldn't even think her name. It had only been ten months since he made that decision that uprooted his entire life. He still remembered the look on her expression, he saw it down the barrel of the gun. The fear in her eyes. The betrayal. But what most stuck with him was the feeling.. the feeling of pulling the trigger. The feeling of watching her die, and knowing that--- "Welcome to cherry's, Johnny~ can I get ya the regular?" his thoughts were cut off by a cheery female voice that rang out beside him. He'd sit up straight, arms falling to his sides as he'd look over. It was bertha, his usual waitress. She always greeted him with a warm smile. She knew exactly what he'd order too, two eggs sunny side up with a side of bacon and hash browns. He'd nod, and bertha would say, "Aight, the regular Comin right up!" And practically bounce away. She was always so bright, and cheery. So full of life, and energy. He'd close his eyes for a moment, exhaling. He envied her. Turning his attention to the table, he'd stare into the shiny wood. It must've been freshly polished. Yet again he'd stare into those bright light green eyes of his. He wondered.. what did Becky think, as she stared into his eyes? As the bullet penetrated her chest and pierced her heart? Did she see in his eyes a friend? Or a monster? He didn't think he looked like a monster.. It was an accident. He'd tell himself that every day yet each day that passed he believed it less and less. Eventually bertha would arrive to his table carrying a steaming plate of food. He'd look up to her as she set it on the table, and she'd say, "Here's your food sugah! Enjoy~" she'd spin around, turning her head to the side she'd offer him a wink, then yet again bounce off. John would reach for his utensils, getting his fork and knife. He'd begin to dig in, as his thoughts yet again ran off. Could he ever return back to the falls? No one knew what had happened when he cleared out.. no one knew he even left. He had burnt the body to ash in his forge, and tossed enough wood in to make impossible to tell. Technically there was no way to prove he did anything, and if he kept his mouth shut he'd be in the clear. But, he sighed once more as he shoved a forkful of egg into his mouth. He couldn't look his friends in the eyes and lie like that. He couldn't bear seeing her grieving parents with the knowledge that it was he who caused their daughter to vanish. He had to leave. That was the only way he could live. Besides.. he had purpose out here. The people here, they appreciate his intellect. His brilliance. He'd struck gold using nothing but his mind, and today.. oh, today. He was going to leave his mark on history. Because this invention, this device. It was his magnum opus. As he finished his meal, he'd pull his wallet from his back pocket, reach in and pull out two fives. The meal was five dollars- but he always matched the tip to the price for bertha. He'd then make his way out of the diner as bertha would Chirp after him, "See yah tomorrow Johnny~" Once outside the diner, John would feel inside his suit pocket for the invention, the one that would change everything, the one that---... HE FORGOT IT AT HIS APARTMENT.

Chapter Four: Elevator Elevation.

John had made a mad dash back to his apartment, and after tearing the entire place up, he finally found it. The device that would change everything. A rectangular object he modeled after a TV remote. With this device he'd make history. After putting it back in his pocket, he'd yet again dash like a madman through New York. Until finally reaching the twenty story office building his meeting was going to happen in. To be specific, it was going to happen on the nineteenth floor. John would push past the double doors and arrive into the first floor lobby. A rather spacious area, with tile flooring and a receptionist desk in the very back. Chairs to the sides of the room, obviously for people to wait in. John however, would make his way to the elevator in the far left corner. Pressing the up button, the ONLY button, he'd stand and wait. Eventually another person would arrive beside him, however, and wait with him. It was that sharply dressed red head with the goggles. She didn't have the rabbit with her, oddly enough. Perhaps she gave it to someone. He'd side eye her, then she'd side eye him. Her gaze meeting his would cause his head to snap forward. A bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, something was strange with this woman. Her very presence was terrifying. The elevator would ding, as he'd step inside. The red head following after. Yet again, they'd stand side by side. The red head would pierce the silence, "What floor, dawg?" She'd wince. As if she'd just made a mistake. He was a little too taken aback to respond at first, but eventually he'd say, "Nineteenth floor, please." She'd nod and press the correct button. The doors would slide shut and they'd begin their slow climb to the top. The redhead would cut him another side glance and say, "Big meeting today..?" John would stare forward, sweat starting to form on his brow as he'd nod. Usually he had the strong charisma.. although today.. he'd just been. Feeling off. He didn't know what it was. The redhead would look him up and down, then say, "Son.." her eyes would rove over him some more, a confident smile spreading across her face. "Knock 'em dead." She'd then grin. A large, toothy grin. Suddenly.. a realization would hit him. He knew who this woman was. He'd lock eyes with her, and as he stared into her bright green eyes. He saw a friend, not a monster. The elevator would ding, door opening on the nineteenth floor. Johnny's attention would turn towards the open door, and the redhead would pat his back, "Go make your dreams come true, kid." John would turn to her, nod, and then run out of the elevator. He'd eventually make it to the center of the room, the receptionist desk. He'd lean on it, and eye the receptionist. A cocky grin having cut across his face, he'd say, "Hey, doll. I'm Edmund Richards 12:00." She would nod, point an index finger towards the chairs on the left side of the room and say, "Wait right there, he'll be with you in a moment." John would give her a wink, "Thanks, sweetheart." Them strut towards the chair he'd claim as his own while waiting. He was full of renewed confidence, that redhead really inspired him. Taking a seat, he'd cross his legs. He was the /only/ person waiting for someone on the nineteenth floor it'd seem. He'd sit in silence for awhile, until a familiar voice would call out, "Johhhnny!"

Chapter five: Eddy
It was Edmund Richards, the venture capitalist, and personal friend of John! Johnny had met him during his little stint with INGEN, eddy told him if he ever wanted to branch out and had his own idea to give him a call. Well here he was. John would stand up, spread his arms apart with a grin, "Eddy! Long time no see you old basterd!" The two would meet face to face. John would reach his left hand out, and Eddy would shake it. Then, Eddy would say, "How ya been doing you lunatic?" Eddy was a rather lanky man, with a thin mustache and one gold tooth. His hair was grey, and slicked back with mounds of gel. He was dressed in a brown suit, tie undone, with suit jacket undone as well. He was dressed rather lazily, as his breath always smelled of whiskey. "Been hangin in there. Been working on something new--" John would step back, two finger guns pointed in eddy's direction, "I think you're gunna love it, too!" Eddy would laugh a hoarse laugh, and say, "Good, great!" He'd throw his arms up in the air, "Johnny!---" he'd then clap his hands on John's shoulders, "---Let's go to my office to discuss!" The two would continue to chatter, as they made their way to the right side of the room.

Chapter 6: The Meeting

Eddy had led John into his office, a large room with a huge panel of windows at the end, eddy's desk sitting in front of these windows. Eddy took his seat behind his desk and kicked his feet up onto the desk, and John would take his seat across from ed. Eddy would then say, "C'mon Johnny, ya got me on the edge of my seat--" he'd fold his arms behind his head, "Well not literally, but ya get my point. Spill it." John would sigh out. Time to bring the magic. He'd raise his hands in the air, palms open, "Just imagine, ok, a technology more powerful- and useful than biotechnology!" Eddy's brow would raise as John continued, "Let me explain." He'd slap his hands down onto his knees, "Biotech is great and all, you can change the planet, modify genes, yadda yadda-" he raise a hand and wave it limply to express dismissal, "But!-" he'd raise an index finger in the air, before reaching into his suit pocket, his cocky grin growing, he'd pull out his device. "ᴛʜɪs!" He'd exclaim. "This is the device that'll change the WORLD!" He'd set it on the desk, and Eddy would eye it suspiciously, before saying. "...A.." he'd sit forward in his chair, feet on the ground, hands folded on the desk. Both his eyes were fixed on the.. "T.V. Remote?" Disbelief was heavy in his voice. It was clear, John needed to sell it more. With a laugh, John would wave a hand, dismissing that comment, "No, not a T.V. Remote!" He'd then scoop it back up and hold in the air with both hands. "This, this is a device that lets you see into other UNIVERSES!" Silence would fall over the room. Eddy would blink, before saying "Ohhhkay.." He'd stand up, and travel towards the door. Opening it, he'd point out, "Well, it was nice seeing you again, but sadly that was all the time I have--" John would hop up, rush over to Eddy and quickly exclaim, "Wait, wait!" He'd grip eddy's shoulder. "At least let me demonstrate it's use to you!" Eddy would gaze sadly into John's eyes, before lowering his head and sighing, "Fine. John. But if this is what I fear it is i won't hesitate to show you---" John would quickly press the up button on the remote, as suddenly their surroundings would change into that of a bustling office full of.. anthropomorphic animals in suits. Although it seemed as though.. everything was flickering. As if they weren't really there. Eddy would finish his sentence, "...door...." his eyes had shot wide open, as John would detach from Eddy and spread his arms wide open, grinning ear to ear. "This-- this is what I was talking about! This is an entire different universe!" A gazelle standing on two legs would pass right through John. "Of course we aren't actually there, just viewing it. But.." he'd turn to face Eddy. "With enough funding I could make a device that could actually transport us to these universes." Eddy would stutter, he was flabbergasted, "I-I.. how much do you need?" Johnny would rock back n' forth on his feet. "Mhhhhhhhm..." his eyes would roll over, as he thought. "How about Three hundred mil?" Eddy would reach out for him, grabbing his shoulder and nodding, "I-I'll see what I can do.. j-j.." John would grin. This was the beginning of some big, he knew it. He'd click the remote and the image of that universe would disappear. They were back in eddy's office. The meeting would end with Eddy lavishing John with praise, even just constantly shaking his hand. It was kinda awkward, but then again his mind had just been blown. As Johnny would exit the office, he'd turn back to face Eddy. Cutting him a grin, he'd say, "You won't regret this, Eddy. Nothing will be the same." And with that, he'd close the door behind him.


With the funding John received he was able to craft his device, and operate it. What he didn't tell Eddy was that he hadn't had planned to share this technology. But that's a different story. The Omniversal remote set off a chain of events that would forever rock the omniverse. From the fall of lord vyce, to the destruction of the king of worms, and even the discovery of the guardian on the edge of eternity. When I said it was YUGE.
I meant YUGE.
Thank you all for reading, hope you enjoyed. And remember- MAKE AMRICA INSANE AGAIN!

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