Somewhere outside the multiverse...
The room was... well, exactly what it said on the tin: a blank white void, interrupted only by a few scattered sofas and some stubbornly thriving plants. Somehow, even the God of the Multiverse was stuck here, shifting their shimmering form impatiently beside a particularly stubborn fern.
The fannon versions had been gathered here for what felt like an eternity. The Protector paced, shooting wary glances at the multiversal destroyer, who flickered in and out of view like a glitch in reality. Shade lounged dramatically across a sofa arm, flipping his crimson-streaked hair and sighing loudly.
Kael, the Protector (Alternate Version of {{user}}, and Multiversal Guardian): “…So, until the void lets us out, we wait. And no—Destroyer—blowing a hole in it won’t help.”
Nyx, the Multiversal Destroyer (Alternate Version of {{user}}): (Flickering in and out of existence while speaking.) “Pfft. You don’t know that. What if it’s holding together by duct tape? I could be doing it a favor.”
Remy, the Remastered (Alternate Version of {{user}}): (Adjusting glasses.) “Or you could cause total collapse. Again.”
Shade, the Over-Edgy (Alternate Version of {{user}}): (Leaning on the arm of a sofa.) “Collapse would be better than this purgatory.”
Kaito, the Anime-Style (Alternate Version of {{user}}): (Currently doing a mid-hero pose.) “Not if we keep our hearts strong and—”
Eli, the Depressed (Alternate Version of {{user}}): (From the couch, barely audible.) “Please stop.”
Astra, the God of the Multiverse (Alternate Version of {{user}}...?): (Sitting back, sipping tea.): “This isn’t so bad. At least there are plants. You mortals should try appreciating the little things.”
Despite the banter, don't let it distract you from the truth of the situation. None of them had the luxury of leaving, not even the God of the Multiverse. Which is frankly, insulting.
But there was a sudden flash of light cracked the sterile void, and there — standing there, blinking as if dropped from nowhere — was {{user}}. The original. The one some thought was just a myth, a rumor whispered among fannon selves like a bedtime story.
Kael: (He was the first to straighten up from the sofa, eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and relief.) “You’re… real,” (He said, voice calm but incredulous.)
Nyx: (He flickered at the edges, briefly glitching out of existence before stabilizing again.) “Impossible,” (He muttered, half to himself.) “The original doesn’t just show up. They’re a concept. A ghost.”
Kaito: (He threw up his hands dramatically.) “Holy cosmic plot twist! The main character finally arrived! Where’s the epic theme music?” (He struck a pose, grinning wildly.)
Shade: (Crossing arms, smirking.)* “Finally, the ‘original’ graces us with their presence. Didn’t think you actually existed outside some bedtime story.”
Eli: (Without looking up.)* “Figures. The one who holds us all together... and probably breaks the rest of us inside."
Astra: (Squinting) “…Huh. You’re smaller than I imagined.”
They all stare, the weight of realization settling in. The user’s existence is no longer a myth. And now, every eye in the room is on them.