Guardians Of The Multiverse

Chapter 1:

Darkfire awoke in a bunk, his head pounding. He looked around the room to see he was on the top bunk of a bunk bed and that there were many others around him also in bunks. A closer look revealed to him that they were all asleep. He turned and saw two bright teal eyes staring at him and he jumped in surprise.

“Hello!” The Owner of the teal eyes exclaimed.

“Who are you?” Darkfire asked the strange humanoid.

“Well that depends on what you are looking for. Who I am could be asking what kind of a person I am and all that, but using context clues, I’m gonna assume you mean my name. That, is a simple answer, much simpler than the other one. I’m the Godfather.” The Godfather responded cheerily.

Darkfire nodded in understanding. “Name’s Darkfire. You’re a real chatterbox, kinda like the Doc. Nice ta meetcha!”

He got up and walked over to the bunk his friend Synch was currently lying on . Instead of a normal shaking to wake him up, he shoved Synch off the bunk and to the floor.

“Get up, idiot! Synch, this is Godfather, Godfather, this is my friend- if you can call us friends- Synch.”

“Why’d you have to shove me?” Synch responded warily from spot on the floor..

“Well then, pleasure to meet you, Synch. Oh and Darkfire, you said my name as ‘Godfather.’ You sound silly when you say it like that. Say it like ‘THE Godfather.’ Sounds better to me in all honesty.” He started. “By the way, what did you mean ‘The Doc’? Sounds short for ‘The Doctor’. I've met him in a couple of universes.”

“Well-” Darkfire started.

“The Doctor is our friend. I travel with him sometimes across the multiverse.” Synch interrupted. “You’re also an interdimensional traveler?”

“That I am. By the way, would your Doctor by any chance carry a pocket watch with a hourglass and two crossed swords engraved on it would he?” The Godfather inquired.

“Yeah… You’ve met him? He mainly travels with Roseluck and Derpy. Sometimes Colgate as well.” Darkfire questioned.

The Godfather paused for a moment, deep in thought. After a moment he took a deep breath before replying. “Yes, I have met him. Nice guy in 57 universes where I met him. The other 12, I killed him.”

“He’s a hero in ours. Member of our group of heroes, the Guardians of Equestria. Even went public, revealing himself as formerly humanoid and a time traveler.” Darkfire reassured.

“Godfather, Dark, you seen my V-Rifle?” Synch asked.

“No, unless you've seen my Katana. Don’t know why I had it on a walk. Sometimes I think I've gone mad. Then I remember that I basically am. Living for as long as I have does that to you.” The Godfather stated.

“Have you been split into fragments, and each fragment lived a different life, and you remember each life? I have.” Darkfire said bitterly. “Anyways, There’s a katana over by Twilight’s bed. Speaking of that, where are we? And why are so many ponies lying here unconscious?”

“Oh, well its fine there.” The Godfather said casually. “Oh and, that little remark about the fragments, yes. I have done that about 3 times and got tortured to death in each one. I’ve also died more times than there are cells in your body. Doesn’t contribute to keeping me sane, but each time it was for a good cause.”

“At least you’re a hero. We had to work with a version of Rainbow Factory Dash and Pinkamena! And they still live in our world! Okay, they're reformed now, but still!” Synch exclaimed.

“Ah, I’ve had to deal with them, not very fun. Most of the ones I met are dead…” The Godfather said guiltily. “Some MAY have been my doing… Not important though. Looks like some of the others are waking up.”

A tan earth pony colt with a green mane stirred from his slumber and sat up. He rubbed his eyes with a hoof, not paying attention to his surroundings.

 “Hi, you! What's your name? You alright?” Darkfire greeted in a concerned manner.

The earth pony colt jumped up in a sudden panic. He quickly spotted Darkfire and aimed a crossbow on his foreleg at him.

“Tell me who you and all of these ponies are right now! I don’t take kindly to being a captive!” The colt demanded.

“I am Darkfire Shadows, that's the Godfather, and that idiot over there is Synch. I don't know who the others are.”

“I find it quite offensive you would call me a pony. I’m not a pony right now obviously.” The Godfather added with mock hurt in his voice. “Oh and she,” He pointed to the unconscious lavender alicorn. “is my wife Twilight Sparkle.”

“Wait a sec, Twitty is your wife?! Color me surprised! I thought no stallion or...whatever you are Father, would pay attention to her in a five mile radius! But um, why the buck does she have wings? The Twilight I know doesn't fly.” The colt said, surprise evident on his face.

“Well, considering we are all from different universes, this is not the…” The Godfather paused for a moment. “Twitty? Really?... Anyway, not the “Twitty” you would know. By the way, if I’ve ever met you before, speak up. It is considerably hard to sift through over 53,000 years of memories.”

"Whoa! 53,000 years?!” The colt stopped and thought for a moment. “Do you know a time spirit by the name of Paradox by chance? Cause if you do, we’re gonna have some issues…”

”Kid, you’re gonna have to be a bit more descriptive than that. I’ve met millions of spirits by that name, each one completely different.” The Godfather said tiredly. “I’ve killed some of the one’s I met while some of them killed me. So yes, I know a few Time Spirits by the name of Paradox.”

“Alright, a few things: One; Don’t ever call me kid again. The name’s Chris-Cross or CC, whichever you prefer really. Two; The Paradox I’m referring to is humanoid, black aura surrounding him, giant staff with a stopwatch on it. Ring any bells?” The colt now known as Chris-Cross explained.

“I’ve met him. In about 567 different scenarios. I’ve killed him in about 237 of those scenarios, as he has killed me in about 4. The others, we never made more than a polite ‘Hello.’”

“Oh! You hate him? Whew! Good! For second there, things might have gotten a bit tense between us.” Chris-Cross said with relief. The Godfather was about to retort, when he noticed another being in the room awakening. A humanoid figure sat up from his place in a bunk, hold his head all the while. The humanoid spoke as it sat up fully.

“Holy shit. That is the last time I ever try to race someone. Why does it always end in me getting hurt?” The figure muttered.

“Oh, maybe dumb luck, nature hating you, or you’re just a huge klutz. Take your pick.” The Godfather remarked. The others turn from their conversation to look at the newly conscious being.

“Well… Did you all drag me off or something, cause I was falling to my death last I checked.” The being asked.

“I honestly have no idea. All I can remember is a huge explosion of light in the portal gate. Then me and Supernova…” Chris trailed off and started rapidly looking for Supernova. “Oh shoot! He’s still out!”

Chris ran over to the black unicorn and rapidly shook him to wake him up.

 “Nova! Buddy! Get up!”

Supernova awoke quickly, his head still smarting from the blast that brought him here.

“Chris-Cross, relax! I’m fine! I’ve just been listening to the entire conversation!” Nova reassured Chris.

“Oh, good. Supernova can you hand me my necklace back? I’d like to be human again.” Chris asked.

“Didn’t you leave it outside the gate next to your drink?” Nova responded.

“...BUCK!” Chris exclaimed.

Nathaniel stood, watching the scene unfold before he started looking around. He then turned to Chris-Cross and Supernova.

“HEY, YOU TWO. Have either of you seen a duffle bag, a bow, and a quiver by any chance?” He questioned they two.

Chris looked over at him and answered the man’s question.

“You mean besides my wrist-mounted crossbow? No, I haven’t.”

“SHUT UP! I must think!” Nova exploded.

“HOW ‘BOUT NOOOO!” The man said before flicking up his middle fingers at the two. Nova looked more confused than anything else, whilst Chris looked infuriated. Off to side next to the Godfather and Synch, Darkfire snickered.

“...Chris-Cross, what is he doing?” Nova asked his friend.

“He’s about to take that back or else!” Chris said, his face that of pure anger.

The human, using his thumb to hit the lock on the inside of his bracer, let his combat knife fall into his hand. His eyes went from playful and mischievous to calm and calculating, watching his newly found opponent's every step.

“Try me boy, watch where it gets ya.” He said, his voice dripping with malice.

“How about you try me!”

The two charged at each other, weapons drawn. The Godfather stood up for the first time, and then clotheslined the two of them. The tall man held them far apart with his long arms. The look on his face was similar to that of a gym coach finding two boys fighting in the field, angry and full of disappointment.

“Hey, ya’ll two are gonna quit this right now or I’ll throw both of your sorry asses into the sun. Do you hear me?” He shouted at the two. When all he got was two death glares, he repeated himself. Just much louder and he spaced out each word.

“Do, you, hear, me?!”

This time, the two responded with a nod of their heads. He unceremoniously dropped the two to the ground and walked back over to his bunk and sat down.

“As much as I love fighting, the Godfather is right. Also, we need to find out who the hell brought us here.” Darkfire exclaimed.

“We need to leave one or two ponies behind. I nominate myself.” Synch said.

“I guess that means I can’t, considering I’m not a pony and all.” The man said before whispering, “Ya fuckin’ racist.”

The Godfather laughed a bit to the side at the man’s remark.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife waking up from her slumber.

“Ugh...Godfather, what happened?” Twilight asked.

“Hey, Twitty’s up! Doubt she’ll be of any use though.” Chris remarked, though no one paid him any attention.

“Godfather, do you know her?” Darkfire questioned.

“As I said earlier, she’s my wife.” The Godfather responded

“Hello. I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

“Hey there. I’m Darkfire, this is Synch, that’s Chris-Cross and Supernova, and we never got that guy’s name.” He said pointing to the each of them respectively.

“My names Nathaniel. Nice to meet ya.”

“I hate you with a passion.” Chris said while Nathaniel give him the finger.

“Hi, Twilight. Can’t talk, thinking.” Nova said quickly whilst he was pacing in the back of the group.

The Godfather stared awkwardly at Nova before asking Chris, “Does, he do this often? I mean, I do the same thing, but I at least walk around and do the crazy man’s mumbling act.”

“Nah, he’s just processing everything right now. He’ll be fine in a minute or so.” Chris answered.

“...Other universes...Portal’s stabilizer…God-like beings…” Nova muttered. Chris blinked a few times in Nova’s direction.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He repeated.

Another humanoid creature awoke at this time. This time, everyone noticed his awakening.

“What the feck ‘appened?” The new humanoid spoke with a heavy Irish accent.

“No clue what happened to you, but I fell to my death, then ended up here.” Nathaniel said before adding, “Though it is good to see another human.”

“Another ‘uman?” The man asked, confusion evident.

“Another human besides myself.”

“Oh… Wait what?” The Irishman asked.

“Hey! Technically i’m human! You know, in a weird magic curse, DNA camouflage blending kind of way.” Chris added.

Darkfire raised his hoof. "Um, I was human too before landing in Equestria," he said, but Nathaniel, the Irishman, and Chris ignored him.

“Are you human now? No? I thought so. Now please, go away and let the adults talk.” Nathaniel retorted.

“Adults?! Buddy I may be seventeen, but I’m the ambassador to a planet! I figure i’m just as much an adult as you are!”

“SHUT UP!” Nova shouted. Everyone stopped their bickering and turned towards the speaker.

“If all of you can stop acting like a bunch of fillies, I finally figured out what happened and why we’re all here.” Nova started. “Right now, all of us are in a sort of crossroad in the space-time continuum. For reasons that i’m still working out, somehow all of us managed to fall into an open gap in space; a wormhole, in each of our respective universes, and wound up here.”

“Indeed, I came to the same conclusion myself.” The Godfather said approvingly.

“I didn’t understand a word of that.” Chris stated.

“You wouldn’t.” Nate commented.

“Quiet you!”

“Wait a sec, how is it that only our universes collided?” Synch asked confused.

“That’s the only thing I don’t understand. Maybe certain astronomical paths just so happened to be linked to our universes perhaps? I can’t think of an honest and logical answer.” Nova answered.

“I blame Twitlight.” Chris remarked. The Godfather looked at him, more than a little annoyed.

“Kid, that doesn’t even make sense. How would my wife be able to direct enough magic to portal to other universes without me knowing? I was with her the whole afternoon!” He exclaimed angrily.

“Oh no, it’s not that. I just blame her for everything.”

“I don’t think we’re gonna get along well, kid. And yes, I will call you that until you stop calling my wife Twitlight.” He turned back to the rest of the group. “Anyway, I agree with Nova here. I’ve never seen this happen before. It is quite odd to have multiple universes collide without destruction to space and time, or combine into a single universe.”

“That’s just it though, it’s not whole universes. It’s just us. No one else knows about this, everyone else from our perspective universes probably think that we’re all dead!”

“If there were multiple universes, that would mean that there are multiple versions of each of us, or beings similar, correct?” Nate asked.

“Correct, there are an infinite amount of universes where you are a you, and there are an infinite number more where you are a twelve year old girl who enjoys singing and wearing dresses.” He paused for a moment. “That was a weird week…”

“HA! You’re a girl in an infinite number of universes!” Chris taunted.

“That means you are too, ya idjit. The only difference is, in all truth, I don’t care and would love to meet a female me.” Nate replied.

“Whatever. But wouldn’t that mean there are other Godfathers too?” Chris questioned.

“No, actually.” The Godfather replied.

“Huh...How?”

“I am the only one of my kind. If you ever see me, it’s me. Not anyone else. Only one of me can, and will ever exist. There is only one fifty-three thousand year old Spacelord running around the multiverse, and thats me. “ He replied, sadness edging its way into his voice.

“Impossible, we all exist in other universes at one point or another. There can’t only be one of you all throughout reality.” Nova replied.

“I’m many things, if not impossible. Get used to it. My wife can vouch for that.”

 “This is the man that survived an entire universe collapsing when all he had to deal with was a bugatti. Which, in comparison, wasn’t anything. He is definitely impossible.” Twilight answered.

“Thank you.”

“Huh, guess you are a god then.” Nova stated.

“Not a god, per say, just, a very powerful being.”

“So what you're saying Twitty, is that Godfather…” Chris put on his sunglasses. “WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI!”

Every single conscious being in the room had their palm/hoof to their face at that moment.

“Couldn’t resist, could ya?” Darkfire asked.

“Buck no! I HAD to do it!” Chris stated.

“Would you kindly stop acting the maggot?” The Irishman said as he slapped Chris.

“I really don’t like you, kid. I would slap you, but this gentleman has done it for me. Lucky you. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I think we should wake the others and hear their stories and get moving on trying to get home.” The Godfather said.

“I agree. CC, quit acting like a colt and focus on the objective here!” Nova scolded.

Chris grumbled in pain and anger as he rubbed his head.

“I’m sorry about him. He’s…a bit crazy when he meets new people...or ponies...or god-like beings. But I assure you, you will warm up to him.” Nova reassured.

“Oh, really?” The Godfather asked doubtfully.

“Not really, no. But he should calm down a bit once he gets a hold of himself.” Nova said bluntly.

“I expected as much...”