By the time I took my next breath, it was over. No more gangly scientists gawking at me like a monkey in a cage, no more metal chair, no more wires and suction cups and prods and probes hooked into me. This looks like a nice place, clean, very homey. A place of happily ever afters and the American dream. I don’t belong here.

I get on my feet and it’s the headbanger’s ball in the inside of my skull. I lift up a hand to cradle my throbbing head and that’s when I notice it. Wrinkly, a bit dry, black. This isn’t my hand, not my body. A glance in the mirror puts me face to face with a stranger. A picture on the bureau only confirms what I already know. This man, this aging black man, he’s got the good life. Wife, kids, might as well be a white picket fence and an apple pie in this damn photo.

Memories rushing into me now. This man’s life. Cliff Huxtable. That’s the victim in all this, just an innocent family man, probably in my body now surrounded by the soulless demons that did this to me. Well Cliffy, if these old bones don’t break before I get there, I’m going to make damn sure you get back to your fairy tale life here in black suburbia and me, I’ll go right back to hell where I belong.

Suddenly I hear wheels screech so loud you’d think they were being tortured. Either the milk man’s making a world record or it’s for me. Mr. Huxtable is a good, Christian conservative, right-wing All-American, he keeps a gun in his underwear drawer. I’m sure he won’t mind if I borrow it. I release the safety, pull the slide back just for kicks and the sound was like coming home again. I go down the stairs and the wife’s waiting for me at the bottom. Clair, a good woman, real good if Cliff’s memory recalls right. She looks scared, she should be. “Don’t stand by the windows,” I tell her, sliding out a cigar from this man’s breast pocket. He has the nicotine monkey on his back, guess I got it now too. I light up before I get to the door. “I’ll be back in time for Jell-o Pudding.”

>>52
That's the best thing ever. A great multitude of Internets to you, sir.

>>52
Win, good sir. EPIC, if I may say so.

>>50
"Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining WALL-E and The Simpsons. The story should use tentacle rape as a plot device!"

I'm not touching that... Sadly, all I do is yaoi. And the thought of Tent rape combined with the simpons, combined with Wall-e is a bit too much for me...
Kudos to whom ever does though.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Clarissa Explains it All and Seinfeld. The story should use Columbus Day as a plot device!

Jerry: so I was at my show and I met this girl
George: girl?
Jerry: not like that
George: oh
Jerry: so I'm at my show and whenever I ask a question she would give a explanation.
Elaine: She explained it?
Jerry: explained it all.
Kramer: hey Jerry, is this girls name Clarissa?
Jerry: yeah, how'd you know
Kramer: oh you got to watch out for her Jerry she know allot, some say to much. well I got to go. got to set up for my Columbus day party.
George: you're having a Columbus day party?
Kramer: well of course, you gotta celebrate when they discovered the new world...

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Jurassic Park and Turok. The story should use being chased as a plot device!

Fuck.YES.

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Turok held his breath for a moment, eyeing the dinosaur before him.

Can it see me if I stand still?

The T-Rex swayed her head, almost to the tune of Turok's heart beat.

Turok noticed a slight glint in the monsters eyes, something like the lighting of a fuse.

Turok jumped quickly, barley missing the diving T-rex's head and diving into a puddle of rain water. The Tyrannosaurus let out a long, almost deafening roar, before turning around to face Turok, now lifting himself off the ground.

This is your only chance, GO FOR IT.

Turok ran as fast as he could, hearing thunderous steps every moment behind him. He needed to find shelter, and quickly. Making a quick turn to the right, he caught a glimpse of the monster chasing after him, her mechanical eye watching his every move.
Catching a glimpse of rock, Turok saw a small cave, just big enough to fit in. Turok aimed for the cave, and slid inside, the Tyrannosaurus stop just short of crashing into the cave. She began to roar into the sky, causing tree's to shake and the cave to shiver. Rain pelting the ground not covered by the cavern.

For a second, Turok heard a sound reminiscent of his Charge Dart Rifle, before suddenly seeing a red laser slam into the ground next to his foot. After a short shriek Turok bumped into a rather large crate, triggering a video tape.

"Hello Turok." A man in white said from the video.

"John…' Turok whispered, another red laser hitting the ground.

"You seem to like living, don't you? I send Mindy after you, but you get her killed by the little raptors, but thankfully this little chase of ours won't end just yet." The box suddenly, bounced open, revealing a bow, a pistol, a shotgun, and a large knife. "I say it's not when you kill your prey that gets you high, it's the chase. Oh, and if you need to know, Mrs. Adon is fine."

Turok pulled out the weaponry from the box. He noticed he had no ammo for the pistol or shotgun save what was in them and 50 arrows for his bow. He began to think of a plan, a roar erupting from the Tyrannosaurus and giant foot steps leading away from Turok.

"I think I have a plan…"

>>81
Learn to use some damn pronouns. Other than that, fine work.

>>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Big O and The Bible. The story should use brainwashing as a plot device!
I promised I'd do the first one where I'm familiar with both genres.
Fortuitously, this sounds pretty easy.
I'll post it later.

>>80
I'm lolling.

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Twilight Zone and CSI. The story should use alternate dimensions as a plot device!

Sweet Jesus, there is so much potential behind this idea. But I don't think I'm skilled enough to draw it out.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Star Trek and Animal Crossing. The story should use rape as a plot device!

"You can't make me, Captain!"
The struggling officer made a grab for Picard's hand phaser. The captain reached the weapon first but was unable to bring it to bear after his first officer grabbed a hold on his wrist. Picard tossed the phaser to the side and used the moment of confusion to land a punch on Riker's face. Not to be outdone, Riker grabbed the offending arm with both hands and broke it. He threw Picard to the ground and stomped on his chest, leaving him immobile.

The cat was visibly jarred by the altercation. Her eyes widened with fear as Riker turned his gaze toward her. Tangy overcame her paralyzing fear and ran in the opposite direction, but was no match for Starfleet conditioning. Riker took Tangy down, winding her and breaking several of her ribs. He then doffed his advanced disguise and forced himself upon her.

Minutes later, Captain Picard came to and saw his first officer brutally abusing the broken body of the villager. The Prime Directive completely violated at this point, he staggered over to his phaser and landed a shot on Riker with a beam on the lowest setting. With his good arm, the captain activated his communicator.
"Picard to Enterprise, three to beam directly to Sick Bay."
Moments later, Doctor Crusher received the terrified alien, stunned officer, and beaten captain.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Kirby and Toy Story. The story should use religion as a plot device!

"Woody!" Buzz yelled as he entered the bedroom. He searched frantically and got a glance of Woody and Ms. Bo Peep appearing from under Andy's bed. "We got trouble, Andy's been brainwashed!" Woody cocked an eye, but followed buzz anyway. They approached the banister for the stairs, looking into the living room.

"This interactive holographic projection seems to have captured Andy's mind," Buzz said, flipping open his arm communicator. "I'll see what my database has to say about this."

Woody slowly wiped his brow with his hand, turning to Buzz. "It's. A. VIDEO GAME. It's not a 'hologram', nor has it taken control of his mind. He plays them all the time, now. This one looks like it stars some pink ball."

Buzz squinted at Woody, then closed his arm communicator and shielded his eyes with his hands, getting a better view. He followed the controller in Andy's hands to the console in which it was plugged. "I don't know, Woody, I haven't heard of this 'Sness' Corporation."

"Buzz... Well, actually, neither have I. Alright, we'll wait until they're asleep and try it out for ourselves."

"Andy!" called a woman's voice from another room. Buzz and Woody turned to each other, wide eyed. His mom was coming. Both scrambled back to Andy's room. Behind them, they heard fateful words: "Stop playing that stupid thing and get ready for church!"

TO BE CONTINUED? Probably not.
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As an interesting side-note, Joss Whedon was one of those responsible for the Toy Story script.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining David Blaine and Doom. The story should use magic as a plot device!

“David, I still think this is a bad idea. We didn’t have to come all the way out to Mars for you to escape from some nutty thing.” Issac, David Blaine’s manager just didn’t get it, but he was an old friend so he kept him around since he knew how to talk to people and get what he needed for his ‘Magic.’ The magician had to do this, when he heard that the Mars colony was finished, he asked to be on the first ship out so he could perform for the troops and work crews, he figured it’d boost morale since they worked on it for what seemed like years. David had no trouble arriving, setting things up for his event, and finally the night came, the night where he would wow everyone on Mars.

“My friend, I need to do this. I’ll be the first magician on Mars, how could I turn that up? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a crowd to amaze.” With that he strode out onto the stage from his small makeshift dressing room to applause from hundreds of people. He basked in it, he grinned and bowed and milked it for every bit he could before bringing the crowd down. “Ladies and gentlemen of Mars, I thank you for letting me come all the way out here just for you!” A roar of applause was cut short by the lights cutting out. Suddenly there was a different roar, a bestial inhuman roar. This was followed up by bloody human screams, flames, and the sound of flesh being rent. So, David did what he does best, escape. He stumbled his way to his dressing room while fighting with his flashlight.

By some miracle he made it, slamming the door shut and sitting against the door, David realized he had stopped breathing. Forcing himself to calm down he realized there was a bizarre noise in his room, like someone was chewing and gnashing at a steak. The flashlight flickered to life finally and lit up a most unholy beast hunched over his friend’s corpse dripping blood.

"Mr. Negotiator I'm hiring you to negotiate the return of a book of some importance to me." said Alex Rosewater. He didn't even bother turning his chair to face Roger.
"What kind of book are we talking about" He inquired.
"That's none of your concern." Said Rosewater, firmly but without anger.
"Mr. Rosewater, I like to know what it is I'm negotiating over before I accept a contract." Responded Roger, always leery of taking a contract from Paradigm.
"The other party knows of the book in question. I ask that you do whatever it takes to negotiate the return of this book. The full resources of Paradigm HQ will back you on this...The other party...caused quite an incident last 'heaven's day'" Roger knew instantly what he was talking about. He was battling a giant tree that could have easily destroyed the city that day. He knew that man was trouble, but if Paradigm wanted it...
Rosewater seemed to sense his uneasiness. "Once you acquire the book, negotiator...destroy it."
Roger nodded in agreement, and Goldwater finally turned to face him "Ms. Casey would you give Mr. Smith his check, and the name of the book he should be acquiring?" Casey handed over the check, an exhorbitant amount, far more then Roger ever requested. On a small slip of paper with it in goldwater's own handwriting was written "The Holy Bible."
Roger instantly felt a tingle along the back of his neck. His hand tensed around the slip of paper, crinkling it as he clenched his teeth. Fear. It was consuming him. Irrational, unreasonable fear. A pure physiological response, like he felt in the underground, thought not nearly as intense.
Goldwater seemed to enjoy Roger's reaction. "Is something the matter, Negotiator?" His voice snapped Roger back to reality instantly. And Roger immediately turned on his perpetual cool "Nothing. Nothing, at all."

>>110
>"negotiator, have you ever asked yourself who do angels work for"

>"Schwartzwald, where are you?! stop hiding in the shadows"

>"it is not I who is in the shadows, Roger Smith, it is you who shields himself from the truth with a blanket of fear"

>>112
Damnit you're getting ahead of me anon.

More is coming just...

That was almost word for word what I had planned.

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining World War II and the Pokemon. The story should use mystical creatures as a plot device!

I'm counting pokemon as mystical creatures.
Dear GOD.


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"Hey Ash, get up, the company's moving out."

For a moment, Ash wanted to tell Brock off, he hadn't been able to do anything because of the fire, and now when it had finally stopped, Brock wanted to move out.

"Wait, the fire stopped?" Ash asked, inquisitively.

"Yeah, the soldiers stopped firing around 0500 this mornin', I think they figured we were dead, they've been firing since 1400 yesterday, it only makes sense."

"I suppose, how're your pokemon holding up?"

"S'fine, Onyx got shot but nothing really bad, I'm more worried about Misty, her Starmie got shredded by machine gun fire. I doubt it'll see sunrise."

"Ouch, how's she taking the news?"

"As good as anyone would, I think Nurse Joy staying with the Starmie till 0400 tryin' to save it helped soften the blow, though."

"Hey! Move out, you guys are always the slowest in the company!" Giovanni shouted, waving for them to start moving.

"Alright, give me a moment to get ready." Ash called back, shifting to a standing position, he began to move out, Brock following closely behind.


"Giovanni, Giovanni!" Jesse yelled out, running towards the company and tripping over anything sticking more then two inches above the ground.

"What is it, scout?" Giovanni asked, making sure Jesse was able to talk in a coherent sentence. "Me and James just saw a company of Galactic, heading to the North, we heard something about searching, but not much else!"

Giovanni stared at Jesse for a second, gazing, almost blindly, at her. Before closing his eyes and revealing a devilish grin. He pulled out a pokeball and a white flash suddenly blinded Jesse, a giant Nidoking stood to the right of Giovanni.

"Well, lets go give them a hearty hello."

>>184
you should be punched for this. but please go on.

>>184

Giovanni looked at his soldiers "Ok, we're following them, no gun fire till we hit what they're looking for. I want the scouts to go first, detail their movements and lead us on, Soldier's, move in a circle formation and let the support and medics in the center. Quiet as a church mouse, okay?"

The soldier's gave a quiet nod in agreement and soon Jesse was off again, following the path she came through before. and tripping on everything again. Giovanni looked towards his Nidoking, and then the company. "I don't trust Jesse or James, they aren't very stealthy, and to find them traveling north without Galaxy noticing is odd,I think they have a trap set up. The real plan is for us to cut a small swathe through the forest towards them, and shred them there, if they are moving North, we'll just push North. Rock trainers, get out whatever pokemon that'll get us through this forest as fast as possible."

Within a second, the whole company was lit up, Brock's Onix, a Golem, and a Rhydon stood in between the Men, Brock looked towards his Onix, the bullet wound had since healed quite well, though Nurse Joy's lovely pink bandage still covered one of it's clay boulders. Giovanni stood at attention, marveling the fine pokemon "Make sure you guys are ready, we're in for one wild fight." with cheer's from his soldiers, he dismissed them for the moment. "I'll call back here in about an hour, I expect everyone to be here, and if you aren't I'll count you as dead."

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Batman and the Lion King. The story should use time travel as a plot device!

"I don't know what it is about this lion but I somehow feel a connection with it. Like it has a experiences simulator to the one I had that cold night in the alley my parents blood on my hands. A voice inside me says get away from the blood thirsty beast but I ignore it, so now where ever I am-whenever I am, at least no I have a companion to come along with me"

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Gilligan's Island and Pirates of the Caribbean. The story should use a secret government plot as a plot device!

...

The sunlight glared off of CSI Lieutenant Horatio Caine’s ginger hair, blinding his team mates and nearby police officers. He stood stiffly to the side of a yellow-taped off house, one arm up to shield his pasty face from the sun’s rays.
A murder had taken place in Derry, Maine, and for reasons unknown to anyone but himself, Horatio had dragged his team out of their jurisdiction to investigate. He elbowed a cop out of the way and ducked under the yellow tape, lackeys Calleigh and Ryan tagging at his heels, their eyes narrowed with motivation.

They made their way up the porch steps, and into the gloom of the house. Detective and forensics skittered out of Horatio’s way as he stormed up the stairs to the crime scene, following their progress with wide eyes. A rookie forensic agent dropped his fingerprint brush with a clatter and let out a delayed scream as they disappeared up the stairs. His team members moved to console him.
They entered the bathroom, and surveyed the scene with a quick once-over. A clown lay prone beside the porcelain bowl of the toilet, it’s arm draped over the top. Half a plunger was wobbling beside the clowns legs in the slight breeze brought in through an open window. A bright trail of blood ran out from under the clowns head.

“What’ve we got?” Horatio’s voice echoed around the small room, bouncing off the tiled walls in a dull monotone.
A nearby detective turned in Horatio’s direction, but avoided his eyes. “It seems the clown died while plunging his toilet. At the moment we’re not sure if it’s his house, or what his identity is. The only thing that makes this viable as a homicide is… well, actually nothing. He obviously slipped and cracked his head on the toilet rim. Those clown shoes are bitches on tiles.” He kicked half-heartedly at the dead clowns leg.
A corner of Horatio’s mouth turned down slightly. He reached inside his coat pocket slowly, deliberately.


... And that's all I got to. It's impossible to think of a lame pun to go with this.

It seems I drew a blank on what this should include.

Either way, this combo is good. Maybe too good to pass up or just hash something out. I'll try and come up with something good when I can.

>>307
Nah, you're supposed to write about someone a 14 year old.

>>307
I think it just accidentally a plot device.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Captain America and Spiderman. The story should use unclogging a toilet as a plot device!

"No, you move" demanded the invader as he stared down the bowl of the clogged monster. "thank you for coming by, Steve" said peter with a relaxed tone "but aren't being just a bit too forceful?", "you're talking nonsense" answered the war hero with a plunger taped to his shield "back in the war I had experience one of these in a captured German base, 3 dead and 5 wounded but after those 6 hours we got it to flush"

>>356
looool

>>356
"well that's a fascinating war story, but you have t leave before my aunt get's back", "don't worry camera boy just one final thrust" said Cap throwing his mighty shield as the plunger hit it's target, the blockage could do nothing but yield. captain america never knew much about plumbing but no one could expect what followed.

in another part of town the thing was trying to read the daily bugle on the seat as usual only to be launched high into the air by a volcano of shit erupting from below him " OHHH SHIII... " he appropriately shouted as he flew up.

meanwhile Tony stark was enjoying a rare moment of sobriety and was planning on taking advantage of it and the clear weather to patrol the city, he was just about to lift up when he noticed the missile of rock and things that we're never meant to be seen by man heading right towards him.

now this all happened in the morning. which should give you a rough Idea of Doctor Strange's expression when he discovers the stinking heap of metal, rock and stuff even he has a hard time describing that just crashed into his house while he was still trying to enjoy his daily bowl of lucky charms.

"Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Atlas Shrugged and Chowder. The story should use alcoholism as a plot device!"

Sure, they’d covered another another quarter-million dollar sports car with bullet holes in the process, but Crockett and Tubbs had finally busted the antiques-smuggling ring wide open. The mansion in which they stood was full of SWAT operatives and suspects being cuffed, not to mention the odd corpse lying on the ground. Rico Tubbs had to step over one to approach the desk.

There were plenty of old and interesting items on it, not the least of which was a briefcase full of large bills. A well-worn cutlass caught his eye, as well as a compass that looked like it must have been recovered from a shipwreck. He reached out and lifted one of the relics – a nondescript book that at least seemed very old. Perhaps there was evidence inside.

“I don’t know that you want to touch that,” Crockett advised, approaching while careful not to get blood on the cuffs of his pinstriped Armani pants. He exchanged nods with an entry man whose gear had been shredded in places by buckshot. “If it’s what I think it is, then the cover’s human skin.”

Tubbs was too cool a customer to overreact, but he did put it down fairly fast. “Well, that’s nothing I’d want to own.”

“Should be. It’s one of the Caribbean’s most valuable treasures. The diary of one of the most famous privateers ever to stalk the shipping lanes.”

“He bound a book in skin? Sounds like a real lunatic.”

“Lunatic yes – but the book was only covered in that stuff after he died. Unless you believe the stories that he faked his own death, which is possible too. It’s his own hide, see.”

“Who’d do that?”

“His enemies. You get a lot of those when you declare yourself a King of Pirates.”

Tubbs scratched his chin. “I’d imagine. So it’s a book wrapped in the skin of a dead King of Pirates. Who was this guy?”

Crockett, apparently unconcerned with the grotesque nature of what he was touching, turned the book over. Though thin and faded, there was a symbol inked into the back cover, barely discernable as a small bird spreading its wings over the sea, a sun setting in the background – or perhaps rising. There was no way to tell. The tattooist had long since died, and couldn’t tell the tale.

“Jack Sparrow.” Crockett smiled to himself. “I mean, *Captain* Jack Sparrow.”

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Family Guy and Chronicles of Narnia. The story should use a journey to outer space as a plot device!


This is worse than that time I met Aslan in space.

>>184

>>184
Also relevant.

>>1004

Chikorita is damned hard to identify without the leaf. If it hadn't been for the numeric progression he was following I don't know if I'd have gotten that one.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Totally Spies and Sonic the Hedgehog. The story should use Rape as a plot device!

Well this'll be a fairly fun romp. Though I think I'll post it another time...

"Winning the Lottery"

"When you're a jet, you're a jet..."
The Jet's song and dance was suddenly stopped. Into the otherwise empty New York City street a poorly dressed black man with a time piece necklace rushed out-
"YEEEEEEAAAAA BOOOOOY!" He shouted; to whom it wasn't known.
"Hey, are you callin' us boys? We're the Jets!" yelled Riff. A cacophony of cheers and shouts of 'yea, that's right' followed from the others.
"Jets? Dawg, you be BITCHES! YEEEEEEEEAAAAA" Yelled the man as he gyrated both rudely and awkwardly.
The Sharks filed into the street, angry and confused "Hey Jets! When your song was over you were supposed to rumble with us! What's keeping you? Wait, who in the name of Ricky Ricardo is this?'
"FLAAAAVA FLAAAAAAV MOTHA FUCKAS!" Returned the possibly brain damaged individual.
"You're guess is as good as mine, Bernardo." replied Riff.
"He's too dark to be one of ours... he's even too loud." contemplated Bernardo.
"What the hell language is he speaking Bernardo?" Chimed his 'lieutenant' Chino.
"Got me... but I wish he stopped speaking it."
The mysterious black man continued to jabber about who knows what. That is when the shot rang out. The black man's... 'brains' as well as shards of skull flew and landed in front of him, just before he landed on top of the mess. Behind where he stood was Maria, the smoke still wafting from the gun.
"I knew! I knew, once I could hate... I could kill. It is hatred that kills!" She screamed before the crowd.
Elsewhere, in the pharmacy, moments before the shot, Tony talked with Doc "Man, I hope this ticket is lucky. If I win the lotto, I can run away from here with Maria to a place free of racial bigotry. Perhaps somewhere in the south..."
Before Doc could take his money and dispute his uneducated point, they heard a shot ring out. They both ran out and saw the bloody scene.
"What happened here?!" Demanded Doc of the crowd. They all thought the same: Maria was a hero... but how could she get away with it?

"He... uh, was attacking her." Desperately chimed Bernardo, worried his story wouldn't fly. To his shock, Riff supported the claim.
"Yea, we all saw it. Self defense. Right guys?' The Jets all voiced and nodded their agreement.
"We think he may have been trying to rape her" continued Bernardo.
"Yea, or steal money for malt liquer... or chicken' said the large voice of Ice.
Officer Krupke appeared and evaluated the scene.'Wait!' said Riff 'It's... it's not what it looks like!'. Krupke looked over everyone 'I'll say! Strangest suicide I've ever seen,' he took the gun from Maria and placed it in the dead man's hand. He gave a big wink to everyone 'am I right, guys?'. To this everyone nodded. 'Besides- this is the 1950's. Killing a black man isn't a crime!' and everyone there burst into laughter, exchanging hugs, hand shakes and respect knuckles.
"Riff" said Bernardo "this has shown me much. We all make a good team, yeah? Why don't we make one gang!"
"That sounds great! Who knew our hatred of black people could bring us together in such peace." Everyone in the new gang cheered.
"Doc, I don't need that ticket' said Tony, a single tear running down his cheek 'because I can live here. This is better than winning the lottery!' He took Maria in his arms and kissed her.
Little Anybody came out and merrily announced "God Bless Us, every one!'... responded by random gang member "'Cept the blacks!" followed by another jolly laugh for all.

Epilogue: Riff and Bernardo decided that they needed to change the name to something that was both 'Jet' and 'Shark'. They eventually decided on 'Flying Squirrel'.

[Disclaimer: Don't be stupid; I don't necessarily condone anything that was in my story. I mean seriously... dancing in the street? That's dangerous!]
[Caution: I forgot to spell check the first post of the story. If there is something terrible, I'll repost with it fixed.]
[Notice: I know that I mutilated a wonderful play, as well as committed many sins against literature. I hope you enjoyed it.]

Also- someone should do this. I mean... it's like this thing was programed to do this one.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining The Matrix and Harvey Birdman. The story should use a secret government plot as a plot device!

This has potential.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Darkwing Duck and Animal Crossing. The story should use legalizing gay marriage as a plot device!

I'd do it if I had the time.

>>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining The Magic School Bus and Metal Gear Solid. The story should use sex as a plot device!

The disaster aboard the Discovery had taught Philanthropy a valuable lesson with taking care not to put so much stock into anonymous leads (if it sounded too good to be true, it most likely was), but even Snake had to admit that, for all his caution and care and *worry*, they would never be able to be completely 100% safe in this line of work; hell, they’d be lucky if they even hit 15%. It was impractical to believe otherwise, downright foolish.

They had been getting more tipoffs than ever following the Big Shell incident. Sly, vague little clues that often came in the form of blueprints, no doubt leaked by some disgruntled factory worker or scientist on the development team who didn’t believe he was getting his cut of the pay; a sort of “if I can’t have my share, nobody can” type of thing. Rarely did anyone possess a genuine concern for the atrocities such a new model of Metal Gear had the potential to commit; if they weren’t in it for the money or the “artistic integrity” their benefactors were denying them because *God forbid I’m not able to keep my creative input with MY bipedal nuclear tank*, they were working behind their superiors’ backs in the name of corporate sabotage. Seldom was the perseverance of peace ever an issue.

Or the education of the next generation they were leaving behind, for that matter.

He could not deny that the intentions of their newest faceless contributor were undoubtedly shady and, once Snake had finally got the chance to see the “base” in question with his own eyes, utterly insane. Taking the fortress in mind, cleverly designed to replicate the appearance of a simple elementary school, it had seemed that housing nuclear weapons was not enough for the twisted minds in charge of this operation.

*A training facility for child soldiers?* Seemed about right. It would explain the bizarre--no, outlandish--form this Metal Gear had been modeled after.

At first he had been surprised that they would leave their WMD out in plain sight with no means of security. The possibility of a trap was fresh in his mind, though the thermal goggles displayed no signs of laser traps. No land mines either.

Hell, not even guards or decoys; virtually *nothing* to camouflage it or distinguish it from any other school bus, though he supposed that was the beauty of choosing such a weird front. It blended in perfectly with its simplistic surroundings. No one would suspect a bus.

Snake got to work immediately.

This sort of thing became a set pattern after a while, and it was a good thing this one had been so…small. It required half the C4 the usual Metal Gear needed, so part of him was thankful that it took very little time to rig the necessary wires and set the charges underneath the bus’ undercarriage. Once that was done and the cursory second check was done, he’d detonate it from a safe distance away, then call Otacon at the extraction point. No mess, no fuss.

Or at least it would have been.

“Oh! It seems like our mechanic friend is still here!”

Snake froze, scarcely daring to make a move underneath the bus. Had he tripped some sort of wire? Wandered into sight of a camera?

Or maybe they knew he’d been here all along. Would’ve explained the suspicious lack of security surrounding the bus.

“Does this mean the trip’s canceled?” Came a hopeful, hesitant young voice from somewhere close by. A chorus of young whines followed, preceded by an adult’s boisterous laugh, bright and sunny as the sky they were under. Snake had a good idea that this was the commander.

“We haven’t heard what he’s said yet!” The adult woman chirped. She knocked lightly on the side of the bus. “What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

From here on, it could’ve went two ways: evasion or engaging. Much as it would have been easier to dispatch them all one by one, he would’ve preferred to do it by separating and eliminating them one by one. They had him at a disadvantage here by their number alone, and who knew how capable they were against even an adult with years of experience on them? Frank Jaeger, as he recalled, had been a child soldier too…

*Stick to the cover…*

He crawled out from under the bus, deliberately slow and making it known that he had drawn no weapon. With any luck they hadn’t noticed the explosives lining the bottom of their “bus”, but they would be stupid not to check sooner or later.

“Ah…” He coughed, straightening up.

A group of ten faces--eight children, one adult, one…lizard--stared back at him, innocently questioning.

*Stick to the cover. You had it for a reason.*

“Engine trouble,” The operative finally spat out, rather dumbly. “With the condition it’s in, you’re looking at a pretty hefty replacement charge. I’d say it’ll take…a week, max, to find a replacement.”

A brunette girl in a red dress spoke up timidly, “Um…aren’t most cars fixed in a day with the right tools?”

“It’s a special model.”

The adult, a red haired woman clad a vibrant purple dress splotched with strange white formations, clapped her hands. “And right he is, Phoebe! We know Bus is special and, like us, he deserves a little sick day every now and then!”

“So I guess we don’t have to go,” The nervous boy who’d spoken previous sighed, barely hiding his visible relief. “Oh well, guess there’s always the good ol’ text book--”

He moved to head back in the direction of the building--to Snake, it looked more like *running*--but the hand of the Asian girl next to him clamped down on his shoulder, holding him in his spot.

“Hey, Arnold! Why ya in sucha hurry to run?” The girl grinned. “You know the Friz always has a backup!”

“B-but how are you supposed to teach s--”

Assorted “oh, Arnold!”’s and “the Friz always has a way!” were heard amongst the motley little group who had, by this point, huddled around the woman. “The Friz” only smiled enigmatically, glancing off at the little green iguana perched on her shoulder and giving it a wry blink. She laughed musically.

“Always come prepared, class! As I always say, why settle for a back row seat when you can watch the show up close and personal in a front row seat?” She clapped her hands again. “The lesson goes on today in class! No deviations, no changes! And I’m sure our new friend would *love* to see how a class at Walkerville goes.” The Friz smiled, apparently enjoying the expense of her class as they stared Snake down, wondering how this scruffy, gruff looking stranger could possibly be considered a friend. The soldier glanced back at them blankly.

He pointed to himself with his thumb, frowning.

“Yes, of course!” The woman spoke enthusiastically. “Think of it as a repayment for putting our Bus on the fast track to a speedy recovery, Mister…Pliskin, was it?”

He sincerely doubted that most *legitimate* mechanics would find observing a “class” to be suitable payment, but he kept quiet and only nodded once in response. He could always separate the woman from the pack when they got inside, eliminating her first; it would easily rip the squad apart, making them more vulnerable without their leader to command them.

“Sure.” Flat and tuneless. “Why not.”

“It’s settled!” The Friz cried and slapped her knee. “Let’s get back to class, pronto! Remember, we have a guest today. He expects our best behavior, and like my Aunt Lucy always used to say, ‘if’n you can’t learn from yer mistakes as a kid, yer gunna be nothing but a yeller belly when yer an adult!’”

Snake resisted to question the relevance or even *sense* that had, but was interrupted by a Latino boy from the back of the group.

“Heheh…I bet that haircut’s one mistake Mr. Pliskin wishes he wouldn’t have made as a kid. Get it?”

The retort came from all directions.

“CARLOS!”

It’d become mind numbingly apparent just what sort of class this was from the moment they entered the room. Two anatomy charts respectively displaying the male and female reproductive system were taped to the chalkboard, and various…pictures were stapled to nearby bulletin boards that would have once probably displayed calendars or homework reminders. These pictures were historic in context, perhaps even art if you really wanted to be open minded, but Snake couldn’t help but feel shocked that the “administration” of this “school” would allow a teacher to freely decorate her classroom with Roman and Renaissance erotica as if they were holiday decorations.

He supposed that was one such exercise to induce emotional apathy in these children. What better way to desensitize them than by turning something so sacred as sex into a primal urge defined by science alone?

“Let’s pick up from where we left off yesterday,” Ms. Frizzle began with what he presumed to be usual gusto. “Who can tell me how a woman becomes sexually aroused?”

*Wow,* He thought, blanching with repulsion. She wasn’t even trying to sugarcoat it. If this was a normal school, Frizzle would never get away with this nor would parents ever approve of the response the African American girl in the front row gave all too eagerly after raising her hand.

“Arousal can be physical or mental,” She said. “Both men and women may grow aroused by viewing physical traits that they find appealing or desirable, by looking at pornography, or even by a disorder that’s categorized by heightened stimulation or arousal just by doing day-to-day activities.”

Good answer, regardless. The soldier stood by in the corner of the room, never too far away from the door, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

“Excellent, Dorothy Ann! Both men and women may grow sexually aroused by…well, just about anything they find attractive, but they have one key difference in how they react to it. Who can tell me what that is?”

Another hand shot up. “The changes the vagina and penis undergo.”

“Very true, Keesha!” Ms. Frizzle, still smiling, promptly crossed the room to where Snake stood. He could feel the eyes of the children boring into him and was just about to react by taking a cautionary step back when the teacher’s hand shot out to grab his crotch, cupping her entire hand over the bulge visible through the tight fabric of his sneaking suit.

“Now watch what happens to Mr. Pliskin’s penis when the appropriate pressure and movement is applied to it.”

To say he had tensed would’ve been the understatement of the century. Snake went about as rigid as a person could get, feeling his muscles seize up as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over his entire body. Almost comically, his eyes began to wander down--slow, slower, very, very slowly--to the red-head’s well manicured hand, cupping his groin tightly.

When she started to squeeze it, he could practically feel his jaw hit the floor.

“The *hell*--”

“He’s blushing!” A male voice yelled out in the front of the room. “His face is getting all red.”

“It’s a perfectly natural reaction,” The teacher replied in a nonchalant but kind tone. “Depending on the person, significant pressure could be pleasurable--” She squeezed down harder. Snake felt his hand curl into a fist. “--Or gentle massaging motions, like so.”

She moved her hand in a circular motion; the other idly went to one of the straps holding the pants of the suit on, making a move to unbuckle it. The soldier could not recall an instance where he had wanted to break a hand so dearly as he wanted to right here, right now.

“Hmmn…it appears that Mr. Pliskin prefers the former,” Ms. Frizzle hummed as the buckles yielded easily in her practiced (of *course* it was practiced, this probably wasn’t the first time she had used such tactics on captives) grasp. The bottom portion of his suit fell to his feet as he could only helpless and incredulously watch; his cock, mildly hard from the woman’s teasing, poked up, threatening to become fully--

When blood begins to rush downwards, a man’s penis begins to harden,” She explained, repositioning her hand over Snake’s dick. Her grip was like iron and constricted just as much; because he “preferred that”, he supposed. Dull, slack shock flooded his senses as Ms. Frizzle began to move her hand up and down, unceasingly firm. “Sensitivity in this area is increased; the veins become more prominent, the testicles swell and ascend, and a clear liquid begins to secrete from the tip of it. When the penis enlarges and becomes firm, this is known as an erection.”

Was it just him or were those kids leering?

*Torture. This is torture.*

Except normal torture--*merciful* torture--would have been straightforward. Obvious once you had the image of a knife in your mind and had the time, a bare, nanosecond of an instant, to prepare yourself for the inevitable. Ocelot had gloated about his prowess before he started administering electric shocks; Ms. Frizzle had simply smiled with as much innocence as any grade school teacher before reaching out to frisk him.

And now it had come to this. All in all, her intentions had been crystal clear, hadn’t they? If this was a lesson to her young charges, it was one in interrogation and how to employ the proper techniques to break a prisoner’s body and mind. Humiliation tactics at their finest.

“…”

He wouldn’t let her make the best of this. Torture was not anything new for him; if he could survive Ocelot’s table, he could survive this. Notions of a higher power were foggy and debatable, but if one existed, he was sure it didn’t intend for him to survive the threat of nuclear warfare thrice only to fall apart at the hands of a sadistic bitch and her class of child killers.

>>3266

>>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Twilight Zone and Michael Moore. The story should use a zombie attack as a plot device!

Michael was busy on the set of his new movie, “Karl Marx and you” when his assistant came up to him.

“Michael!” she gasped, “there are men trying to break into the studio! We’ve got the doors barred, but they mauled two security guards!”

“Goddamn!” Michael Moore bawled out of his fat, greasy mouth. “It must be the Bush administration! Hide the dope! I’m gonna shit out my fat cunt ass all over Uncle Sam’s face!”

“No,” said the woman. “It’s too dangerous! They’re crazy men-horribly disfigured and terrible! Some of the grad students say they were eating Adolf and Joseph!”

“That’s complete bullshit!” said Michael. “These capitalist pigs eat money, not people.”

Michael Moore picked up his AK-47 and his assault rifle and propped them up on his grotesque, pregnant stomach. “Move outa mah way!” he yelled as he waddled down the hall. “I’ve got a meeting with Sammy!”

“No, you can’t!” cried the college students. “They’ll get in-“

“Let them!” Moore yelled. “We’re protected by the First Amendment-“ he pushed through the crowd-“by the constitution-“ he reached the door-“and by the Goddamn free fucking speech! RARGH!” and he flung open the door.

The zombies got in and tore apart the students, ripping off limbs. They tore clothes off along with flesh and ripped still thriving organs from the bones and cartilage.

Michael Moore was brought to the feet of the Zombie King.

“Well I done tell yah,” said the Zombie King, George Bush “I gots me a fine old oil profit company down there in Texas-good old Texas, where everything’s good and bree-ite. And I done tell yeh, you gone and shat all over America when you blewed up my oil franchise down there in Alabama and I’m gonna get all CIA on your commie ass, son.”

“How are you a zombie and still able to talk?” asked Moore. “Is it because you’re too stupid to die?”

“I am not- I am not gonna play that game you done do with your words that come out from that thing in your face like some kinda talking thing,” said George Bush. “You’re gonna take me to your terrorist friends in the Middle East and get me a new oil makin’ money machine.”

“Never!” said Moore.

Bush frowned. “Then I gots to kill you, son.”

“If you kill me, then you kill America!”

“We all know that I’m the real America here,” said George Bush.

Michael Moore screamed and shot Bush with his assault rifle. George’s arm blew off at the shoulder and black blood spattered out. With his other hand, Bush clawed his fingers into Michael Moore’s eyes and they popped like the reputation of the Chinese guy from Jon and Kate when he told all that bullshit to those damn gossip magazines. Suddenly paparazzis came out of everywhere and started taking pictures and they pulled Bush off Moore because they were at the MTV Video Music awards all sprawled out on the carpet.

“You can’t arrest me!” said Bush. “I am America!”

“No!” Moore yelled. “I am!” and he blasted Bush and a whole bunch of paparazzis with his AK-47. Bush was blown apart except for his undead head. Michael Moore collapsed next to the head, which gnawed his skull open and ate his brain until he was dead.

Then Patrick Stewart, Kanye West, and Jesus came up, and more paparazzis taking pictures, and Beyonce stapled George Bush’s head next to the remains of Moore’s and the new Georgael Mush stood up. “The fusion is complete and America is united now! We can all live in peace!” And then America was fabulous.

>>3296
That wasn't like the Twilight Zone at all!

>>3300
I've never seen it. I thought it was supposed to be weird, or something.

>>3306

Moar like Dead Rising meets Michael Moore, amirite?

>>3266
>>817
GENIUS.
>>184
;_;

>Your challenge is to write a crossover fanfiction between G.I. Joe and Captain America. The story should use mystical creatures as a plot device!

HELL YES.
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"Joes, we've got one hell of a hard mission ahead of us," the General said as he paced

before his men. "Cobra stole a very powerful creature from the research lab of Dr. Richards,

from the Fantastic Four, a creature that could be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands. Our

mission is to take it back, and make sure that we do it before they can let it loose." He

stopped pacing, looking gravely at all of them. "We've called in a 'specialist', if you will."

He raised his hand and waved forward an enormous figure that had remained in the

shadows up to that point. His distinctive red, white, and blue scaled armor, and round

vibranium shield shone brightly.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Captain America himself!" the General proclaimed. "He's

going to be helpin' you get the thing back."

All of the Joes rose and saluted the Captain.

"At ease, Joes," Steve Rogers said in his deep, reverberating voice.

"Sir, if I may ask, what exactly is this 'dangerous creature' that we're supposed to

retrieve?" a young Private asked, as he took his seat.

Steve smiled slightly. "Why, its a dragon, son."

"A dragon?" a Sergeant said disbelievingly. "All due respect, but you can't be

serious, Cap."

"No, I'm afraid I'm deadly serious. Dragons are real, but they reside in a plane

separate from our own, a dimension known as the Negative Zone," Captain America said. "And

they're even more dangerous than they're made out to be in the old legends, they're fast,

powerful, and of course they breathe fire. They've also got several other, less well-defined

abilities that the myths don't mention," the Captain said.

"Whatever you say, Cap. All I know is, we can't let Cobra have it, whatever it is,"

the same Sergeant said. "Everybody with me?" he asked, raising his right hand into the air.

"Go Joe!!" he said loudly.

Everyone, even Captain America, raised their right hands.

"GGOOOOOO JOE!!!!"

>>3504
Now do a crossover of Zemo and Cobra commander shrieking at each other in irritating voices.

>>3505
I'm tempted, believe me, but we'll see. I don't know much about Zemo beyond that he's the leader of the Thunderbolts. (Not much of a Marvel fan.) Then again... I don't need to know much to write a humorous argument, hmm.

>>3506
He's the son of a Nazi Warcriminal who got a bag glued to his head.

And rivalled Cobra Commander's yelling in it's shrillness.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Frankenstein and the Diary of Anne Frank. The story should use a long lost sibling as a plot device!

How about this for a movie tagline:

The Nazi's weren't the only monsters in WWII

The Diary of Anne Frankenstein

>>3518
I...

...damn, I think I'd watch that.

>>3518

Sounds better than Pride And Prejudice And Zombies.

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Barack Obama and Iron Man. The story should use a long lost sibling as a plot device!

Yes.

>>3537
Too bad it wasn't spiderman.

James Bond was having a bad night. First, the young lady he'd been using his charm on

all evening was stolen away by her husband, then his mission target was stolen by some freak

with three eyes that protruded from his face on short stalks. Not to mention that he was

green. The little piece of machinery that Q steadfastly refused to explain the use of was

still visible, its shiny metal surface reflecting the light of the full moon as the... thing

ran.
"Bloody hell," he gasped as he stumbled and fell. He looked up, fully expecting the

creature to be gone, but instead a strange sight greeted him, and it wasn't the thief's face.

A tall, muscular blond man with a crew cut- and were those sunglasses? At night?- stood before

the creature, holding it at gunpoint. No, "gun" wasn't word enough to describe the man's

weapon. "Hand cannon" would be more appropriate for that ruddy Desert Eagle, Bond thought.

"I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum," said crew cut. " And I'm all outta gum,"

he finished, as he pulled the trigger of his massive pistol, blowing greenish-black goo out of

the creatures head.

"Bugger," Bond said. "I have a feeling that this night's just beginning."

>>3518
FUND IT

>>3537
Tony: Jarvis, I need you to find me Rhody ASAP.

Jarvis: he's having a dinner at he's brother's.

Tony: just download the address to my memory I'll just go pick him up.

Jarvis: the white house, sir.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Final Fantasy V and 4chan. The story should use the apocalypse as a plot device!

The threat of the Void was sealed away for all eternity. Exdeath was gone, as nonexistent as his nihilistic dreams. Bartz Klauser roamed the world with Faris, occasionally meeting up with Lenna and Krile. He had been growing very close to the two Tycoon sisters, and his mind was full of doubt over who he should spend the rest of his life with.

One day, Bartz began to fiddle with Mid's tech. Cid and Mid had found a way to use the energy of the dimensional nexus to pick up signals from other worlds. One signal that was especially strong was known as "the internet." Apparently created out of the ether from a series of tubes, the internet contained a wealth of information and "websites." One of these sites had a peculiar name;

4chan.

>>3849
As Bartz browsed the site, he came across a board know as /b/
"/b/? Ha! Must be a sign, B for Bartz!"
The lighthearted hero clicked on the link. He saw so many things. Wonderful things. Awful things. Horrendous things. Bizarre things. After five minutes of vomiting induced by images of a girl's decapitated, eviscerated body being penetrated by tentacles in every hole, Bartz decided he may try his luck at asking which of the Tycoon sisters he should date. He posted a picture of himself with them, and was bombarded with responses, ranging from "You look like a fag" to "tits or gtfo" to the word "DESU" being repeated 50+ times per post.

But then something else was posted. Pictures of young girls, none could have been older than Krile, spammed all over his thread. Each girl was in the nude, often posing in a sexual manner or being molested by an older man. It unnerved Bartz considerably, and he decided to get away from the damned site.

But nothing happened when he clicked the exit button. The red X had failed him. The screen began to glow red. The images on the screen became skeletal and demonic. Horrible winds could be heard outside. As Bartz stepped out, he saw the clouds blacken against a crimson sky. The waters were boiling and the life within them rose to the surface cooked and smelling of sulfur. A horrific creature emerged out of the dead ocean. A large, alabaster feline, fangs as jagged as a brutal cliff, gnashing like a hurricane on the rag. It wore a pale pink shirt, and a single red bow on it's head.

The air trembled with an unearthly voice; "THE POSTING OF CP IN THE UNIVERSE HATH CONDEMNED IT. COUNTLESS EONS I HAVE SOUGHT TO ERADICATE THOSE WHO GAVE UPONETH THE PORNOGRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF CHILDREN. YOU HAVE CONDEMNED YOUR WORLD TO A TRUE PERMABAN, AS TO PREVENT IT FROM BEING CORRUPTED, MAKE PEACE WITH WHATEVER FALSE DEITIES YOU WORSHIP, FOR THE END IS NIGH. SO SPEAKETH THE MOOT."
Bartz looked in terror at the hellish being. Just then a bright light tore through the sky. Upon a rainbow bridge, was a large legion of humanoids. Faceless, green-skinned, impeccably dressed, and each sporting a proud, ebony afro. Leading them, was none other than Gilgamesh, a comrade Bartz thought lost in the Rift, who now wielded a plethora of fantastic weapons. He looked at Bartz and smiled. "I promised we'd fight together, didn't I?" The anonymous legion reigned down on the Moot. Bartz looked back at Gilgamesh, and responded with a delighted grin. If this was the end, than he couldn't ask for better company to share it with....

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Slaughterhouse 5 and Kingdom Hearts. The story should use a sex-change operation as a plot device!

....What is this, I don't even....

>I'm to lazy to write any of this, but they're so weird I can't NOT post them;

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Doug and Kingdom Hearts. The story should use an orgy as a plot device!

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>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Most Extreme Elimination Challenge and Dungeons & Dragons. The story should use rape as a plot device!

IT WON'T SHOW ME A NEW IDEA.
i'm not fucking doing it.

>>3859
That...that is WONDERFUL.

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Dance Dance Revolution and Neon Genesis Evangelion. The story should use tentacle rape as a plot device! PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Army of Darkness and Doom. The story should use murder as a plot device!

too easy.

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Iron Man and Goof Troop. The story should use unclogging a toilet as a plot device!

Being a superhero is never as fun as they make it to be. Sure, there's the glory, the fame, the chicks who dig superheroes and... oh yeah, and that saving the world stuff too. And who doesn't like punching some aliens or supervillains in the face? All cool, all cool.

But then you have these missions, these.. not so heroic missions where you oughta help poor kittens down trees or lecture kids on their parents behalf -they think kids will pay more attention to you than them- and that's cool too, because good PR is key to a superhero's true professional success unless you want to end up like Spiderman or god help you, The Punisher.

And yet then, there are these other missions, you know? The humiliating ones. The ones you want no living being to know you've been at.

"Oh for the love of..."

"Gawrsh! Mister Man, ya' think it..."

"No, no, it's Okay... it's okay. I can do this. I can do this... oh my god. Just hand me the Plunger. And, it's Iron Man, okay? Call me Iron Man."

"Will do Mister Man, Hu-yuck! I mean, Iron Man."

"That's why you don't go and eat all the burritos Dad. Geez, must you always embarrass me so?"

"Gawrsh! I'm sorry Max."

Sometimes you wonder if the good outweighs the bad in this line of work. Sometimes you wonder if one shouldn't just strangle Reed Richards to death so he doesn't keep on fucking with universes -yes, UNIVERSES- time and time again with that goddamned portal of his and you end up in a weird mock up of Earth where everyone is a dog of some sorts, unclogging a toilet for the sake of both worlds' future.

"So, word says you a CEO of some big company, uh? 'Cause I've got some good ideas that might interest ya' alright."

"Let the superhero do his work Peter, you can talk to him later. Know that you are welcome to dinner, Mister Iron Man."

"Thanks... argh.. Thanks Miss Pete but I--oomph!-- I gotta leave after this. Can't stay.--HMPF!---"

"It's Peg for you, handsome. Shame you can't stay."

Because, you know? you could be doing something else, could be attending today's board meeting -you have yet to decide if that would be slightly better than this mission-, you could be balancing the Avengers budget, could be doing something where you could actually use your real skills or suit to its full potential. But no, here you are, plunger in both hands, pumping for.. god.. no... just don't think about it.

"You know, it's real cool how he keeps the smell inside that force shield or something."

"No kidding PJ! You should've seen him earlier when he shot something from his hands into the toilet and everything went ... well it was cool just until then though."

Thing is, once you tried approaching this the usual way -blasting your repulsors to unclog or just destroy the damn toilet- and find out that what's there is not just the usual -sigh- shit, but Reed's new portal's dimensional binding core which is causing both worlds to collapse, and that damaging it translates into damage to your world, what's left is pretty much to just get your hands dirty extracting it the old way.

"How come you are a robot but not a robot? Why yellow and red? You like Yellow and Red? I like Yellow better than red. Are your clothes yellow and red too? Are your pets robots but not robots too? Are they Yellow and Red? Do you really watch TV in your mind? I wanna watch TV in my mind too! Bet you can build a TV in my mind. Can you? Will you? C'mon Mister Roboman, c'mon say something!"

"Pistol! Leave the man alone!"

"But mom!"

Being a superhero is never as fun as they make it to be.

--END--

First time I've written fanfiction. I hope it wasn't too bad.
Also, I apologize for any mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker.

>>3884
b-beautiful.

A bit stricter, I think you rely on dialogue a bit too much and miss a world of funny prose tricks in doing so, but then again so did Hemmingway and it worked for him.

>>3889
Thanks! :D

>>3852
>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Superman and Star Wars. The story should use an ancient prophecy as a plot device!
Someone needs to write this, ASAP. "Oh, you've got a battle station that can destroy a planet, huh Emperor? Well I'VE got a KRYPTONIAN!"

>Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Naruto and Ninja Turtles. The story should use a haunted house as a plot device!

Splendid, I will start as soon as possible!

"Hey, Nick!" Chirped the suspiciously perky voice of Maya Fey, amateur legal assistant and spirit medium in training. Phoenix scratched his head, wary of the fact that Maya was only this chipper in the morning when she was hiding something, or..., "I found us a GREAT client, Nick! This one even says he'll pay! I checked, like you said!"

Or she's found a client. Suppressing a sigh and a fond smile, Phoenix rushed around looking for something resembling his suit. He couldn't see a client, even one of Maya's charity cases, in his housecoat!

"NICK!" The door shuddered against the not inconsiderable force of Maya Fey's boot as she tried to make herself an entrance, "Oh my God Nick, its COLD out! Screw it, one second sir..."

"No wait!" Phoenix cried out, but was a touch too slow; and once he saw Maya's client, well, proper dress became a secondary concern. Tall, thin, with an angular head, distinctively bushy eyebrows, mustache, and a skull shaped twist tie. "...oh my God, Maya..."

"Isn't he the nicest old man?!" Maya chirped again, just a hint of mania in her demeanor. Phoenix rubbed his eyes, confirmed that, yes, one of the most infamous terrorists in the world was in his living room, and tried to speak.

"Please, Mister Wright..." Doctor Albert W. Wily pleaded, stepping forward with his hands clenched as if praying to some fickle god of justice. "I have nowhere else to turn! I know I am an...ex convict, but I swear, this time, I did not do it! I have no idea who kidnapped Doctor Light!"

This, Phoenix decided, was going to be one of those /long/ cases...

>>4136

I haven't the slightest idea whether this is awesome or if I'm going to need that bag of weed laying around to get this.

>>4137
I'll take that as a compliment!

But, really, I don't think there's much to get. Maya finds weird clients, Phoenix takes them anyway, Dr. Wily gets in trouble with the law a lot.