It is within this original universe that the original Elements are finnaly United.
This monumental occasion creates a blast of energy that travels across every universe in existence.
Some are brought into the original universe by this. A Doctor, and a Man. A Celebrity and a Unicorn. A Man and a Magic Rock. And a Warrior of the Sun.
Many more also fell in...
—(???)—
I sit down at my campfire, cooking a Deathclaw ommlite. Tought getting this, but it was nothing for me.
Wonder how that Courier fellow is doing? Last I heard he was seen in an nuclear blast. Knowing him, he should probably get out fine.
“Time to die, human!”
I take a bite of my food, and turn my head to the voice. Then I receive a mini-nuke to the face...
Then I wake up in a random field.
—(???)—
“Cry some more BLU babies!”
I mow down the enemies with Sasha, until a red dot glows in my eye.
*Bang!*
I don’t wake up in spawn room though. I wake up in a town that looks like Mother Russia.
—(???)—
“Not one step back!”
“For the Motherland!”
“Freedom!”
“For America!”
I am held up in an abandoned building, hiding away from the Allied and Communist joint-force that storms Berlin. The Fuhrer is dead anyway, why do I still fight?
I feel a hand land on my shoulder. My Italian brother in blood, Ceaser, “We’ve lost, no point in still fighting. Americans allow surrender, we should take advantage of that.”
I nod back to him, “The Fuhrer is dead, the Riech has fallen. I’m not willing to die for an already fallen flag.”
He pats my shoulder, “Good choice, Wolfram.”
He tears a white cloth up, and holds it up, “We surrender!”
We hear the forces outside stop for a second, “Reznov, Mason, check it out.”
Two walk into the room, holding up machine guns. We hold our hands up, “We surrender.”
They nod, “Stand up and walk out the door.” Says the Russian.
We stand up, and quickly walk out of the room. They walk right behind us.
Only, when we exit, we aren’t in war torn Berlin anymore. We find ourselves in a random tundra, “What the hell?” The American asks.
I turn around to face them, “We are not in Berlin anymore.”
The American smirks a bit, “Well gee, Mister Obvious, that’s so hard to guess!”
I hold one hand out, “We are at an unknown locale. We need to work together to find our forces again.”
The Russian snarks a little laugh out, “‘Our forces’? Last time I checked, we weren’t Germans.”
I shake my head, “We surrendered, we are a part of your army now. And we need to find them again.”
The American hesitantly greets my hand, and shakes, “You aren’t wrong, we need to find our forces.”
—(???)—
“Please respond! This is Blue Squadron Leader. I am on an unknown planet, and it doesn’t seem to be Rebel or Impreial. Please respond!”
—(???)—
For years now, the Crystal Empire has been ruled over by an evil dragon. Then, I come along.
*BOOM!*
All of the Empire looks at me in gratefulness as I kill the dragon, “Who are you, mysterious stranger?”
“I’m just a nigga with a rocket launcher.”
“All hail New Emperor Nigga with a Rocket Launcher!”
———
The Elements unite together, and create harmony as they should.
A blast of energy starts to move to Dawnbreaker. She struggles against the paralysis of the Elements, but to no avail.
“No! I cannot die! I am a god! I... I do not want to die...”
The blast reaches her, and starts to destroy every molecule of her existence.
”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
With this, Dawnbreaker is finnaly dead.
—(Last)—
I’m about to congratulate my Champions when I realise time has stopped. I didn’t do this, so who did?
“Time, Mister Last, is it really that time again?”
I whirl around and see the G-Man standing there. Wearing the same type of suit and suitcase as I am, “Why are you here?”
He pulls on his tie, “Well, your interference here is not needed anymore. And... my boss as of now, asked to bring you to him. He invites you to his watching party as he fulfills his end of the deal.”
“But-“
“Oh, there is no time to argue. He told me to take you to him, so I will do that. Come now, we have people to meet. Places to do, things to be.”
I feel myself be pulled through reality itself before I find myself in what seems to be a large house.
Someone pushes to the front of a crowd of people, “Ah, Last, it is nice to finally meet you face-to-face. I am Chem the Creator Of Harmony.”