Our minds are staren', only one knows the outcome...unless of course you cheat and read the last line of this bio.

"Not a sound entered the poorly lit lab. It wasn't like it mattered though, the only two ponies...uh, I mean to say, pony and her son/ex-coworker...had nothing much to look at. The walls were mostly bare, a few sported a few blueprints, but nothin' more. I reckon that even some good ol' fashion...hold yer horses fer just a sec..." taping on a certain type of head-wear that had been leaning to one side of this unknown figure...

"Unknown figure my caboose! That there be a no good lie! Why I'm-"

'Your hat, flick it. NOW! Before it's too late!' not wanting to anger his boss any-longer-

"Why thanks backseat narrator!!! You practically gave away who the reader of this bio is. It's a good thing that the poor chap can fly, because I have a very strong erge to throw this "thing" out of this thirty story window." points to the area

"Oh, now I'm just a thing. This is absurd, you will be hearing from my lawyer." Sachie the pirate griffon got up from the main computer of the EoJ HQ war room. Exiting to the front door *wink* where he was met with a tiger's paw and a phoenix claw to the back, swiftly dragging the poor humus eating defender of hospitality, across the marble floor and finally being flung through the window, shards of glass penetrating his light brown fur.

As the creature of darkness leaned out the window, he could see his victim soar out of range and into the night air.

"Creature of darkness?"

Thought it made sense, you being one of the head crime-lords in this story.

"What was that spineless excuse for a accomplice running away from? Do I have a some kind of mini party cannon in my jacket pocket?" reaching into said idem, he found a small pie with five layers of icing.

"OOOH, pie! You shouldn't have. What flavor is it?"

Pie flavor!

"I hate you."

Ya I get that sometimes. Well, bye! As soon as the true narrator of this fic had said those words, the pie enveloped the spirit of chaos and sent him back from whence he came! Score one for the underdogs, now back to the real story:

* * *

"Hey Mama?"

"Yes, my little Sprinkle?"

"...nothing, I guess." Celestia's kind smile turned to a concerned frown as she saw Sarg. move from the controls of his machine and curl up in a ball on the floor with a sad sigh. Not knowing why your child is sad even though they might of done something great was gut wrenching for Tia. She used to be so good at figuring out what he needed that when this moment came, she was at a lose of words. Funny, a goddess that didn't know everything. She would try to find Twilight to work out this problem in her head, but right now, all she wanted to do was lay by her "colt". He needed it, but so did she. For she knew what lurked out of the shadows.

* * * Meanwhile, not in Equestria * * *
A new narrator, who probably got himself a better job, can be heard narratoring a certain insane superhero hero's life.

"Nope, not doing it, not worth it. You do it."

Really?

...

Hmm, I guess that's a yes. Sweet, get to talk about how cool Deadpool is.

"Oops, sorry new guy but the name isn't Deadpool. He lives in the universe across the street." I knew this guy from somewhere. I just know it. Let's see, red jumpsuit, blue skin, jet black spiky hair and a "F!" symbol on his chest. Oh no.

"OOH YES!" As hard as it was to see him, there he was, Freakazoid. The crazy tight wearing super from the interweb, siting on his lounge chair, eating a burrito and flipping through the channels on his flat screen. Though, something was off.

Why are you so fat?

"I'm not fat. This is just the girth from having way too much money. With my show gone and no crime to out do, I just sit here, watching others fight the battles that I can't."

Well, listen Dexter.

"Dexter isn't here right now, please leave a message at the sound of the beep. beep." his eyes went a little wonky, if I remember correctly.

Ok, Freakazoid, do you want to be useful again?

"I do, I do, I really, really do!!"

Alright, a dog and a pony from a different world full of despair have created a device to enlist the help of the best heros any universe can offer. So I guess you will have to do, for know.

"Yippee!!"

Oh dear Celestia, what have I done?

Author's Note

So, this is taking longer than expected, but part three should be here...soon. lots of random craziness, action, sappiness and more to come in: EoJ: enter the Freakamerc part c. as always, references go to the various dimensions.