Fictional Crisis

As Clone and Twilight made their way through the hotel to Clone's stories they passed by many strange sights. For one, a Stormtrooper was interacting with a Teletubby over glasses of scotch discussing politics. Another strange sight was Batman and Iron Man playing chess against one another. Batman was winning. They then came across a large crowd in front of the door to the “Mass Effect” universe. Hundreds of writers were protesting the path the universe was heading in.

“Clone what's going on?” Twilight asked.

He shook his head and said, “Just a little protest about the way the ending to Mass Effect 3 ended.”

“How did it end?”

“Poorly.” Clone pulled Twilight passed the crowd. It was a sight to behold, fans and professionals were protesting how a universe they had each helped shape. The writers of Mass Effect 3 were asking the crowd to disperse but the leader of the crowd kept screaming, “Hold the Line!”, in reference to the game. Clone was with them but he had to respect the way the writers decided to go about it. If he went in there and changed it, he would be no better than, “The Pure.” , the group he was chasing.

“So if it ended that badly and a majority of the crowd hates how something turned out, why don't they appeal to the fans that love the series so much?” Twilight, naturally curious about other cultures, had a very good point.

“It's not that simple, there are many different people to go through and would be a lot of work. Plus they believe that they have delivered a piece of art.” Clone and Twilight turned the corner to where his stories were located. They were all in a row, from “A New Life” to “Rise of Batmane.”

“We're going into the Batmane story, Dark Star (Batmane) will have the equipment we'll need.” Clone was about to put the key into the door when Twilight tapped his shoulder. “Something wrong?”

Twilight turned her head to a door that was about half completed, different from all the other doors. “Why is this door half complete?” Clone went to the door and opened it up.

“It's a story I'm thinking about writing, an alternate ending to Mass Effect 3.” He opened his arms and motioned for her to enter. Twilight looked into the door and saw a spectacular sight.

(A/N: This is just an idea I'm playing around with, let me know what you guys think.)

Shepard stood before the A.I. known as the Catalyst on its body. Shepard's battles have led him to this point. From landing on Eden Prime to crawling to the Conduit, Shepard had given his 110%. In every battle he had faced, he always managed to find a way to win. But now, for him it seemed, he had been given a situation he could not win in. He could destroy the Reapers, he could control them, he could merge all life in the galaxy to make them Synthetic. But the planet he had fought so hard to protect, Earth, would ultimately be ravaged. Shepard's vision of Galactic Peace would be shattered before him. All the Mass Relays, which had created a unified galaxy, would be destroyed no matter what the outcome. All the millions of allies that he had gathered across the galaxy would be stranded on Earth. Some may enjoy it, others will hate it for many reasons. The planet he wanted to save, would suffer.

“Make your choice Shepard.” The Catalyst spoke. It was the moment of truth. Time to make a choice. Shepard had three choices to save the galaxy. He could control the Reapers, or he could destroy all synthetic life in the galaxy, or merge all synthetic life in the galaxy with organic life. Since he himself was partly synthetic, it would be possible for him to make everyone in the galaxy like him. But in every scenario he would destroy himself. He stepped forward to make his choice. He would merge all synthetic life. He hated that any life would have to be destroyed, so he might as well merge it.

“When you enter the beam, a green light will shine indicating the process was a success.” Shepard ran forward to the beam. Everything he had wanted to do had culminated to this point. He jumped in. The beam engulfed him. He looked around too see what would become of him. “Error. No human DNA found.” The Catalyst was in a state of confusion. Shepard floated within the beam feeling intense pain, he knew he was going to be killed. But something happened within him. He looked at his hand, it was glowing gold. Pretty soon his whole body started to glow. The beam itself was changing too. With his whole body in pain, beams of light shot from all of his limbs. Crucible lit up with a great yellow glow and fired all across the galaxy. When the light reached one of the Reapers minions, something extraordinary happened. They weren't annihilated, they weren't under control, they just stopped. The Reapers disintegrated into nothing, leaving the soldiers on and off the planet to cheer in victory. When the light continued on throughout the Galaxy, encompassing everything. The would be god child spoke again. “Analyzing.... you are more ancient than I am... Time Lord.” Shepard's vision started to fade as the gold light fully engulfed him.

Twilight pulled her head out of the door and looked to Clone who asked:

“So? What did you think.” Twilight still had her mouth open. She looked to the ground, and then she looked up and said,

“Clone that was pretty awful.” Clone's head hung low as he made his way to his Batmane story.

“Well screw you too Twilight.” Clone opened the door for Twilight who was laughing at the ridiculousness that was “Clone's Story.” Clone followed along and closed the door behind him.