Location: ‘Universe 0’

Universe: 1410.19

Time: 12:09 PM

Status: About to have a huge tone shift.

The Warthog came out of the portal into a literal battlefield going on in a stadium of some sorts, with multiple versions of certain people, ramming right into a purple masked alien, sending him slamming into another white masked alien.

“20 Points!” Juan shouted aiming his shotgun and firing managing to hit someone.

Alfreda and Jack got out of the car and looked around fighting multiple people fighting using energy blasts and various techniques.

“Well we are awfully underprepared for this aren’t we?” Alfreda asked.

“Took the words right out of my mouth.” Jack replied.

“Alfreda?” Someone behind him asked and Alfreda turned to see a human looking guy on the ground looking very injured.

“Oh hey Goten. Someone kicked you ass?” Alfreda asked happily.

“Wait how do you know him?” Jack asked.

“Easy I…” Alfreda stoped as his head started to smoke as he really thought deep about the sudden familiarity, but found no answer to explain it. “Don’t know. I actually have no clue where the hell I know him, or Gohan, or Vegeta, or that guy they were fused as, Veg-Toe or whatever his name was.”

“Hey guys enough guess who something’s going on in the sky!” Juan shouted driving by.

Up in the air purple blasts of energy and black blasts of energy rained from the sky impacting the stadium, killing many in the stand as a few of the instigators were getting caught in the crossfire as well.

“Oh that’s not good.” Alfreda made note as he managed to make out a figure in the smoke using his vision. “Oh one of you guys finally snapped I was wondering when that would happen.”

‘Yeah, that’s not Goku.’ Juan said.

“Neither is the guy choking the shit outta Goten.” Jack made note before spotting someone in a tank top gunning past a big bald due with an M on his forehead saving the purple haired girl he had hostage, slicing the arm around her off, before rushing for the guy that was choking out Goten and striking him so hard literal chunks were destroyed leaving a head. “Holy shit that dude just got his arm ripped off and that other guys a head now!”

“Okay Bra wasn’t that old last time I was here I knew that much, but the violence was at least… 3 levels below that.”

“Oh? What have we here?” A sophisticated voice asked. Alfreda looked up to see it looked like Goku, but he was in a grey weird guy compared to his classic attire, with a ring on his left ear and a silver ring on his right hand.

“Goku? Jesus you’ve taken a… left turn haven’t you? When did you realize you were gay?”

“Excuse you?”

“Not saying I don’t blame you after Chi-Chi was kind of a bitch but don’t you think the earrings a bit too much.”

“Okay no.” Not Goku then proceed to close the distance and smacked Alfreda to the side.

“Ow!”

“Get back…Black’s too much.” Goten groaned.

“I don’t which one of these universes you came from, but you’ll be disposed of as quickly as the rest of these-” Black didn’t finish as Juan ran him over driving right on through.

“How’s my bumper taste ya black asshole!?” Juan asked before a ki blast forced him to swerve out of the way looking up to see a green humanoid in a gi resembling Black’s descending down firing again. Juan swerved out of the way running over a solider that was facing down a massive alien with four arms who looked utterly surprised at Juan’s sudden intervention.

“Oh my bad, ah shit he’s caught in the wheel.” Juan groaned getting out to unjam him to which the solider looked up with a crazed smile.

“Change!” A ball of light flew out of his mouth, which Juan caught inches from his mouth.

“Oh a body surfer. Yeah screw that and screw you.” Juan clenched his fist as hard as he could and the ball exploded into nothing in his claws, causing a ghostly scream to ring out into the air nobody paused to care for. “Ok I don’t know if that was you or you were him so I’m just gonna leave you to figuring out the maneuvering of having another pair of arms.”

Before Juan could do anything else, a purple ki blast blasted into the warthog blowing it up.

“Oh for f*ck’s sake!” Juan shouted before he was sent crashing to the ground as Black held him up in the air. “Dam. Alfreda’s right. You look exactly like Goku if he came out of the closet.”

“And your name is very confusing, what was your thought process in choosing Goku Black as a name?” Alfreda asked.

“I have not seen any mortal that have developed machinery like this.” The green humanoid asked. “Where exactly do you come from?”

“Blow me.” Juan replied.

“E-Excuse you?”

“You heard me right I ain’t telling you shit, what’re you gonna do about it?”

“We’re…going to kill the other yellow one for your insolence.”

“Oh go right ahead join the club, members joining everyday.” Juan replied before Black gut punched him.

“Another word out of you and I will cut out your tongue.”

A red skin solider with long white hair covered in some burnt marks came at Alfreda from behind and slashed his left arm.

“Jeice! You red skinned asshole!” Alfreda yelled recognizing the alien.

‘Ok that context is evidently not racist compared to last time you said that.’ Juan said over their mental link.

“Met the bugger, no matter how many times the lot of us and Lord Freeza corked him he just kept getting back up, go on give it a burl, you’ll see.” Jeice said picking up Alfreda’s limp arm.

“We get it, you’re from Space Australia nobody cares.” Alfreda groaned getting up clutching his arm struggling to regenerate it. He then noticed the portal gun a couple feet from where his arm landed, to which he then saw Black pick it up curious.

“Put it down. I need that.” Alfreda tried commanding growing very pissed at how Black was examining the Portal gun before looking back at him.

“So this is how you got here. You’re from somewhere else entirely, leaving your trail of mortal sin wherever you go, and even defying death itself to insult the gods.”

“I don’t give a shit about your seminar on morality give me back my Portal Gun, I just want to go home and I’m not getting involved with your whole shit you got going on with gods and whatever, that’s my only way home.”

“To traverse worlds in a sin in itself. I will find you world when I’m done with you, and deliver onto that universe my divine justice as I will with this tournament.”

Black crushed the portal gun in his hands with a smug smile on his face.

Alfreda’s left eye seemed to shut off entirely his face was stuck in a permanent sneer of rage, his body shaking slightly.

“I’ve had my fun, end him.” Black said turning around.

Jeice dove in to strike, and was met with Alfreda’s arm gripped him before Jeice even had a chance to react, then started to slam his face into the stone ground before it smashed open like a pumpkin, Alfreda’s body beginning to glow a blood red, his eyes disappearing into his head.

His back spikes shifted to face parallel of each other, raising upward revealing a pair of some kind of pylons beneath them. His boots seemed to fold inward looking more uniform and robotic. His right arm seemed to get thinner, his claws becoming sharper, stilling dripping with blood from his recent kill. Alfreda’s left arm finally grew back in its blaster mode, but then in grew larger, becoming a large cannon with some kind of cable forming under the elbow connecting behind his back. His mouth finally opened, revealing his eyes having connected to form one, turning on to a blood red with a single piercing white slit that seemed to make Black’s blood run cold as its gaze fell unto him before focusing on Babidi’s apartment, his eyebrows now shifted to look like a pair of antenna on the sides of his head.

“Warning: Your coming death’s will be the greatest pain you’ve ever known, for what you’ve just done.”

Recoome and Burter charged at Alfreda together,, to which he fired a blast from his cannon arm, which completely engulfed them both, vaporizing the former completely while Burter was fast enough to move but was still caught in the blast, taking out half his torso. Burter was left on the floor writhing in his last moments of life, Alfreda walking towards the entrance of Babidi’s apartment, stomping Burter’s head in along the path without pausing.

“Oh.” Black said actually taken aback at Alfreda’s sudden speed with his drastic change in appearance.

“Okay am I alone when I ask for anyone to care to explain, THE F*CK?!” Piccolo shouted while everyone else looked stunned.

“I think…Alfreda just got so pissed off, he just shut everything…off. Like all of his emotions, feelings, anything that would make him hesitate, and is just acting on… pure unadulterated logic.” Juan made a guess.

“I feel more comfortable calling him that now.” Jack replied.

“So do I.”

“I’m still kind of confused!” Goten shouted out.

“We all are!” Juan replied.

Logic continued to walk on as some of the Main Warriors watching began to realize they need to stop him before he got to Babidi, when Cell landed between Logic and his goal, the hand of another Piccolo still on around his neck, holding Videl from U18 by the neck, beaten and broken looking near death, charging a ki with blast his his free hand.

“A hostage? There are multiple sets of Dragon Balls around here, her death just gets her a step closer to an ice cream sundae when she gets there, be my guest.”

Cell looked angered at him calling his bluff, but his instincts screaming to run arose when he began to walk again at the same pace, to which Cell directed the ki blast towards him followed by multiple others, throwing Videl at him as well as he charged. Logic reacted to the approaching blasts first, his cannon hitting them all with expert precision canceling them out, then brushed Videl out of the way to the ground as Cell extended his tail to stab him, but Logic caught it before he could react, pulling him closer, and stabbing Cell in the chest with his cannon, causing Cell to cough up blood as Logic aiming up inside him, Cell feeling the barrel inside him moving up aiming right at his head.

“Wait.” Cell begged before Logic vaporized his whole torso in one shot. When the smoke cleared and Cell’s legs fell to the ground, Logic’s cannon widened its nozzle and incinerated the rest.

Logic then walked over to Videl and gently picked up up with his right arm by the neck of her gi, a few miniature blue Cells dove in to which Logic fired multiple shots killing 4 while one managed to get close but found himself getting back kicked so hard, he exploded into multiple bloody chunks. Logic approached the Gohan in the torn tank top and extended his arm towards him dropping her.

“Your wife who was a cadaver at this point in time in 3,492,345,677 known universes. Consider this the one gift of kindness I deliver upon this battlefield.”

“Everyone get out of the way, we are getting that man a girlfriend!” Jack shouted.

Logic proceeded to turn back around continued walking towards the house, in his vision, the area of view narrowing more and more on where Babidi would be, then noticed a larger signature next to it but more solid, instantly recognizing it as Gohan, designating him from Universe 14. Gohan turned to look at him cautious.

“Does the name Alfreda mean anything to you?” Logic asked.

“No.”

“No matter, Babidi has Bardock under his control, he can see into the future, but I plan for multiple variables for multiple types of futures, putting us at a 68.3291% advantage, break down the dimensional barrier and I will handle the rest.”

Gohan nodded and raised his power breaking through into where Babidi and Bardock hid, Logic aiming his cannon forward and fired at them, missing Babidi completely due to his height, while Bardock next to him, was reduced to a pair of legs.

“Rest assured wizard, the hell I put your cronies through, is a mercy compared to your fate.”

Before Logic could step further, his sensors went off and he dodged a slash from some kind of energy blade going out the apartment door, turning to see it belonged to Bra, or rather the Bra that was Vegito’s daughter. She was in her Super Saiyan 2 form, but some of her veins across her body were more pronounced as a curved black M right on her forehead was staring back at Logic.

“See that’s what happens when you have asshole Vegeta for a fusion parter then have a kid.” Juan made note.

Logic turned to face her, his sensors labeling her a new primary threat and posed to fight, his nimble claws poised to strike. Bra charged swimming her blade arm to which Logic dodged. His sensors went off again to which he kicked her away grabbing Zamasu’s ki sword hand from behind and proceeded to knee him before throwing him away and firing at Babidi, vaporizing him.

Logic then went back in time to catch a double team from Zamasu and Bra and kicked Bra to the side while Zamasu got his head blasted off before Black charged in. Logic looked up and fired a massive beam from his mouth vaporizing the Saiyan.

“What the f*ck is he doing?” Juan asked watching Logic fighting nothing after blasting large beam from his mouth at the sky. Juan then noticed something where Babidi stood, and noticed the wizard still alive and appearing to cast some kind of spell in Logic’s direction. “Punk ass scrub, he’s hypnotizing Logic.”

“How bad is that?” Goten asked.

“Well since he doesn’t have an impurity to actually be mind controlled, hypnosis is the next best thing to manipulate the somebody with this much intelligence.”

Black looked at Logic from next to Babidi and smiled as he put it together. “Excellent work Babidi, for a minute there I was starting to look worried at the threat he would pose. End him, but don’t stop casting your tricks wizards. I want to know this is how he perishes, fighting an eternal battle he never won to begin with.”

Bra and Zamasu descended on Logic ready to strike, confident in how he was trapped within his own mind.

As Bra’s energy blade came close to his head however, Logic’s left arm rose to block it and aimed his barrel right down Bra’s face. Her instinct’s clicked and she forcibly dodged from the large blast that came out from it, while he countered Zamasu with an off guard jab in the face, before his right arm then found itself embedding its claws into Bra’s liver. She coughed out blood in shock, Logic’s ears twitching hearing the blood hit the ground and appeared behind her, chopping her in the back of the neck, knocking her out cold.

Zamasu, still in deep pain, was completely taken back by the utter speed and sudden reaction, as Babidi almost forgot he was casting the spell, also taken back.

“Do you really think my system’s complexity is still brutish enough that simple mind tricks will get a foot over me? My body is a living motion tracker, while it cannot really see you, I know you’re there with these underhand techniques.” Logic informed before dodging something that wasn’t there, another minion trying to attack from the back where he wasn’t looking, but the moment he let out a sound in confidence, Logic swiveled his cannon to face him and vaporized him without a second thought.

“Buu!” Babidi cried out, causing Logic to aim at the sound of the voice, Babidi finally showing himself on Logic’s view as the Majin rose around him ready to absorb the wirewolf. Logic’s fired at full blast as he spun around quickly incinerating most of him, incapacitating the ancient villain, then charging for Babidi, who was too terrified to keep up the spell giving Logic back the full advantage his sight had.

The Remaining Majin Army dove in to try and catch him off guard coming from everywhere, but while his cannon aimed behind him, his shoulder pylons glowed and blasted straight forward while his inner eye fired it’s own beam he aimed around him turning his head, killing most of them at the sight of them quite literally, taking no stop in his stride towards the wizard while his upper body counterattacked the enemies around him, until both Gohan’s charged through and held them off. Babidi attempted to put up a shield to protect himself as Logic lunged, but Logic began to strike it repeatedly with his small arm, quickly making cracks in it.

“Pappar-” Babidi didn’t finish casting his spell as Logic’s claws smashed through the shield and clung around his throat like a vice grip, pulling the air of of Babidi’s breath as Logic raised him off the ground, his sensors going off again to slap another henchmen, breaking his face as it was with his cannon arm.

“When you arrive at your destination in whatever Circle of Hell you’ve earned, inform any and all individuals who might be able to escape I will no longer tolerate anymore threat’s to Alfreda’s hope to get home again. Your death will be the most merciful compared to any future interlopers.”

Babidi tried to gag out a last command to his remaining Majin’s filled with utter terror, which Logic took at his last recorded words then brought his cannon arm back, and caved his face in before firing the cannon, disintegrating his entire body in one blast. Logic then turned his cannon down at Babidi’s ship and fired another blast, causing a massive blast of flame to spew out the entrance at the top. Logic walked away from the apartment ruins back onto the the ring, then noticed a small amount of dust on his cannon arm shoulder, taking a moment to brush it off.

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Anti-Matter’s jaw nearly fell off its hinges at the sight of Logic, all readings unable to gauge how high ‘Logic’s’ intelligence was, or how much power he was using as he quickly terminated any stragglers left of the villains, even when it seemed they were giving up. Sigil took out a microphone as he noticed Anti-Matter’s wings opening without provocation.

“Suddenly~ life has new meaning, to me~
There's beauty up above, and things we never take notice of
You wake up suddenly you're in love~.”

Anti-Matter didn’t even try to respond as she was still taking Logic in all his terrifying glory and genius.

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Logic watched Raspberry cry to claw away in terror as he had a foot on his head, and gave no indication of positive or negative feelings as he crushed his head and looked back to Goku Black, who looked on with a somewhat confident smirk, powered up with his hair on end and pink.

“Well If I was wearing a hat I’d tip it in gratitude for you for disposing of that wizard, something I originally planned to do, but if I knew destroying that blasphemous toy of yours would do this, I would’ve done it sooner. But that doesn’t change what that identifies you as; the final blockage in completion, to the Zero Mortal’s Pla-”

Black's speech was unceremoniously ended when Logic shoved his fist in the blasphemer's chest, causing him to shout in pain completely losing his train of thought.

"Careful Zamasu, your Saiyan body's ego is showing." Logic whispered into his ear before smacking him to the side with his cannon arm sending him sliding back before he caught himself.

"Y-You know... Y-you're not wrong." Black said struggling to get up before falling to a knee, completely taken back by the level of pain he was in. “Dear Lord and Zeno, nothing like a concussion, to help forget the pain in your ribs-"

Black coughed covering his mouth, and was startled seeing blood on it, something even Vegeta wasn't able to accomplish.

"Zamasu, you fail to understand why the Kai's actually care for mortals, and thus why your reasoning of your philosophy is meaningless and hypocritical. They are potential successors to them. They do show the capacity for destruction, but as it is said, before creation, there must be destruction. Mortals can also show love, compassion, understanding, the things that have allowed redemption in villains such as Piccolo, Vegeta, even Majin Buu himself. In fact, even an android, a cybernetically modified human, was given the chance to use the Super Dragon Balls, and he used them, to bring back all the other universes that were erased. But what you truly don't comprehend in this scenario is how angry you've made me. I hate interacting, it's in my nature. I wish to observe, and learn from an environment untainted by outside interference. The sensation of my claws bruising your thoracic cage, depleting my own power to ensure you suffer, I hate feeling emotions. The only thing I hate that overpowers that of intervening, and what always will now for the rest of eternity, is you, and all scum like you."

“Such a foolish mistake with the Super Dragon Balls, you simply prove why the Zero Mortal's Plan-" Zamasu was cut off as Logic cut off his right arm, making him scream in pain as it was a clean cut, something that should've been impossible, but his thoughts were interrupted by Logic slamming him into the ground hard.

“THE ALLOCUTION IS NOT OVER, YOU SCOURING FILTH OF AN EGO!!!" Logic roared dripping with contempt, making Juan step back afraid at how loud he got. Logic turned back to Goku Black who generated an aura in defense as Logic slowly walked up to him. "As I was saying Black. I hate you because it's scum like you that are the reason I can never be contempt with observing the multiverse through Alfreda's interactions in traveling, because someone always has to interject into the experiment providing a risk to Alfreda's only hopes of returning home, to try and crush his very will to live to prove some kind of point. The concept of such vile creatures existing makes my processors stop entirely, because my weakness is my lack of emotion, which leads to intervals of actions overpowered by personal motives. But I have to thank you for doing this, because you helped remind me of my motto. Clarity of thought, before the rashness of action."

Goku Black was shaking a little where he stood as Logic stared him down, his single unblinking eye making the former's blood run cold. "W-Well, you're welcome for that-“

Logic stabbed him in the chest and kicked him away where he landed next to Zamasu. "Because you remind me of how much I uncharacteristically enjoyed murdering every version of you I killed with my bare claws."

Zamasu helped Black up, looking at his own stub of an arm trying to regenerate as Black stared back at Logic in utter terror as the reality of the situation hit him.

“With you I will be finally satisfied, with the Zero Zamasu's Plan.“

"Oh f*ck this!" Black shouted flying up, looking like he was running with Zamasu before they stopped up in the air above Logic. Zamasu stood back as Black brought his hands back as black energy began to form in the palms. “Ka…me…”

"Why is every Saiyan a sore loser when they're gonna die?" Jack asked.

"Ha...Me..." The orb grew to the size of meteor.

"Speaking of die, we should split before we do!" Juan shouted.

“Fair point, got another portal gun?”

"We were doing this with every other mortal world we came across, but no I suggested we mix it up here, have fun attacking the tournament, but f*ck you! Suck my godly dick! HA~!!!” Black fired it forth, sending a massive beam forth towards Logic, whose cannon simply glowed with power alongside his arm, the energy arched between them as his fist clenched tightly, bending his arms ready to move them.

"Final...Ka...Me...Ha...Me..." He whispered as the energy building up, and then immediately brought them straight together. "HA~!"

A beam of pure purple energy that utterly dwarfed the size of Black's Kamehameha rocketed forth brighting the sky like it was day, engulfing the beam entirely, and causing Black to freeze in utter shock, forcing Zamasu to step in front to take the blunt. However as it impacted he could do nothing but scream at the sheer agony of the intense power as the beam continued off into space.

Everyone got out from behind the rubble and and off the ground from the force of the blast.

"Anyone see Alfreda? Or Logic, or whatever we call him, I don't know." Jack asked shrugging.

“That was close, I was worried we weren’t ..." Gohan began picking up Goten by the shoulder, only to look up in surprise, cueing him to lose his train of thought.

"Oh my Gami Kai." Goten said.

Goku Black's Gi Was ripped in multiple places, one of his eyes was closed, and his Earring was completely shattered. The Time Ring around his finger burned to which he pulled it off quickly to look at the damaged Zamasu sustained.

His body looked withered as though he was a grape left in the sun, his regrown arm withering by the second into dust as he struggled to form words falling to the ground with a hard thud. Logic walked up to him, but stopped by his feet, forcing the former Kai in training to go through the suffering of sitting up to stare at him.

"What...did..." He tried to say began vomiting up blood that evaporated into a cloud that moved around Logic.

"I told you the lecture wasn't over, when I removed your arm, I infected you with a nanobot virus of my own specialty. A single one, requiring not even a milligram of your flesh specifically to reproduce, and able to adapt quickly to how fast your immortality heals you, eating at the infinite storage of food your body is, and the more damage you receive, the faster they eat you, in a sense reducing it from infinite to quite finite.”

Zamasu feebly attempted to crawl back only for his remaining arm to break off, horrifying him as it disintegrated into dust that traveled over to Logic who got closer, the nanobots taking on the form of a purple ray gun with a scope. The rest of Zamasu's body started to decay faster, his hair withering away making him look like he could pass off as Old Kai's grandfather.

"I want you to die knowing this, while Goku Black will go to the afterlife, you will not. For making a wish for Immortality on the Super Dragon Balls, you forfeited your immortal soul, because what need is there for a soul for an immortal being; No heaven, but no hell, just a complete cessation of existence. Nothing will be able to bring you back, and you will die alone. Unmourned, and unloved.”

Zamasu's brain was being eaten faster by the minute, but whatever brain function he had left he put to one request. “Kll...mhhh."

“No. On a nanosecond of the thought, this will actually be the only time I don’t do it but will find pleasure in it nonetheless." Logic replied lowering the gun to record this Zamasu's last words , which resembled a mix between a gurgle and sand being poured as he crumbled into dust which like the gun, swirled into a cloud of nanobots that entered Logic through his neck as his eye glowed taking in the data to confirm the kill.

"He just absorbed the nanobots he murdered him with, how many balls did this guy keep from Alfreda?" Juan asked.

Goku Black went back into his base form as his body healed and he gained more power from the experience, staring cautiously at Logic.

'Ok Zamas, he showed you what train wrecks come from acting on emotion. You literally just died, so the protection allowed you to progress is gone along with his earring, and no one else is certainly gonna help you. So grab whatever dignity you might have left and get the heck off his dirt ball-'

"Are you finished watching yourself die? Because in the moments of contemplation I’ve had, I’m almost considering not killing you, not because you’ve lost or another less logical reason, but mostly out of sheer boredom."

Black slammed right into the ground in front of Logic, transforming right back into Super Saiyan Rose, but with more electrical streaks around him.

"What did you just say you heartless metal shit?!"

"I said I'm bored. You're boring me." Logic replied, his utter monotone making Black roaring in rage attempting to punch him, only for Logic to dodge and retaliate with stabbing him in the middle of his chest with his right arm, making him gag in pain as he stumbled back, Logic’s claw tips coated with blood.

"Primus and his twin moons, did anyone else feel that?" Jack asked holding his chest with a wince.

“No, f*ck him, no sympathy.” Juan replied.

Goku Black held the wound groaning, realizing that Logic didn't go as deep as he thought.

"Big mistake." He said using his other hand to create his blade. "I'm not gonna miss this time."

"How could you in the first place? You're already dead."

"What?" Before Black could do anything else, he clutched his chest in pain, the blade vanishing as he nearly collapsed to his knees, coughing up blood.

"Woah, hey Black, not looking so good are you asshole?" Juan asked.

“Chest hurts…can’t breathe. Arm…numb.” Black said aloud, clouded by the sudden and sheer pain, not realizing he was answering the wirewolf.

"So, Black's actually having a heart attack. Go figure.” Juan observed before Logic closed the distance and gripped Black by the gi collar. He then proceeded to beat the everliving shit out of him, switching between using his cannon arm, and moments of releasing Black form the grip to deliver more accurate, more painful punches onto the villain, then shifted into repeatedly kneeing him, then kicked him up into the air then elbowed him into the ground, knocking him straight out of his powered form. "Did he beat the Super Saiyan Rose outta him?"

“Super… Saiyan Rosé-” Black tried to correct before Logic slammed his foot on his chest making him cry out in pain.

“A Grammer Nazi as well. No one is going to miss you either.” Logic replied before aiming his cannon arm right at Black's face. He waited a minute to leave Black writhing in agony from the heart attack before his cannon built with swirling purple energy, dispersing a massive wave of energy that vaporized his upper body to ashes, bringing the end of the Zero Mortal’s Plan with a wave of justice. His arm’s cannon shifted, resembling more like a focused nozzle. He than fired a blast at Black’s left knee then his crotch,

“Gratuitous. Worth it.” He said between shots, then grabbing the remains and tossing it to the Kais. “Tell Beerus to destroy the remains if he exists in your universe, leave no trace of him behind.”

“I’m not sure if it’s a bad time to point out Alfreda just stole that win.” Goten groaning trying to stand on his own. Before he knew it Logic was right behind him stiff as a board.

“This win stealer is the reason you and the rest of your carbon based life forms get to live with only the knowledge that this threat was taken care of by someone with actually fighting competence while the weaker fighters that were still alive such as yourself needed to recover. Be lucky he did not get the chance to fuse, otherwise his defeat would be more humiliating for you, as it would simply be much more amusing for me.” Logic then appeared between Jack and Juan, making the prince jump at how fast the living calculator was.

“Okay can we follow you back home?” Juan asked.

“Yes, and no.” Logic replied as his eye dimmed. His arm changed back from the cannon into a regular arm, his back pylons retracting and the spike on both of them realigning along his back. His eye split into two as it retracted into his mouth, which closed for the eyes to come out from the sockets, the eyebrows going back on top of them as Alfreda fell to the ground unconscious.

“Come on…” Juan whispered as he started to shake Alfreda trying to wake him and Jack looked back to the portal gun remains. “Why couldn’t you let ME KILL THAT PINK F*CK!?”

Jack reached for the crushed pieces of portal gun and did his best to get it to work, and managed to create a small but unstable portal on the ground.

Juan looked at the portal then at Jack.

“F*ck it.” He grabbed Alfreda and looked to everyone. “Sorry about all the shit, you guys look like you’ve got enough on your plates, we’re just gonna be leaving.”

He proceeded to jump through the portal, followed shortly by Jack.

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Anti-Matter’s eyes widened. “After them!”

“We can’t. The portal gun’s Fubar, we don’t have a signal to latch onto to pinpoint their location, they’re going into uncharted waters to us.” Sigil informed getting no signals on the computer.

Anti-Matter growled as she stared at the blank monitors. “You can hide, but you cannot run.”

“Can’t they really do both if we can’t find them?” Sigil asked. Anti-Matter’s eyes narrowed in annoyance as she lifted him in her magic grip and sent him crashing through the window.

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Location: Space

Universe: Primax 1005.19 Gamma

Time: 11:22

Status: Lost

A portal opened in space, creating a vacuum as Alfreda, Juan and Jack were sucked out from where they were into space, the portal closing behind them. Juan made sure his mouth was completely shut then deployed his wings to correct himself and looked over to see Alfreda’s unconscious body, while Jack didn’t look the least bit bothered. He tried to say something to Juan, but due to there being no sound he couldn’t hear anything.

‘Use your thoughts dumbass.’ Juan thought

‘You sure? You might not like what I’m thinking.’ Jack replied.

‘You’re doing it right now, if you try and tell me more than I wanna know and I’m going to hurt you.’

‘So what do we do about Alfreda? And the fact the Portal Gun’s last stop dropped out into the middle of nowhere, space.’ Jack asked before a large ship loomed over them. Before any of them could react, the ship moved closer opening a bay door to which they flew in and landed, the door closing behind them as the room depressurized. The two opened their mouths in relief as they could breathe regular air again.

“Finally, because I didn’t see one planet for miles.” Juan noted before the door opened, bringing them face to face with who was in charge.

In front of the group was a robot with a red and yellow color scheme, with blue eyes and a welcoming smile on his face. On his left was another one, towering over most of them, with large while pylons on his shoulders, a mix of red white and blue with a neutral look on his face. On the left of the middle one was a grey one with a helmet that looked like a bucket, with a more peaceful look on his face.

“Hello there, I’m Rodimus, Co Captain of the Lost Light. Welcome Aboard, by my sides are the second in commands, Ultra Magnus, and Megatron.”

“I’m Juan, the unconscious one on the floor is Alfreda, and this is Jack.” Juan replied gesturing to himself and his friends.

“Have you tried cruising for chicks in this thing?” Jack asked.

“Don’t you start with that.”

“Rodimus, is there nothing odd about the fact these Wirewolves are at our sizes?” Ultra Magnus said behind Rodimus.

“You guys aren’t from around these parts are you?” Rodimus asked.

“Actually we’re from a completely different universe. Just passing on through, popped into the vacuum of space. My friend here went into a murderous rampage then lost consciousness. Can’t die.” Juan explained nonchalantly.

“Magnus keep note to keep Brainstorm away from him, out of fear of what would transpire trying to learn his secrets.” Megatron said.

“Trust me I know just about as much as you or he does.”

“I don’t know anything about why that’s so about you.” Ultra Magnus replied.

“Jesus do you not what a joke is?”

“Don’t even get him started.” Rodimus replied.

“Oh no I can tell, my mom used to have a guy like that in our gang. Wanna know what happened to him?”

“Your mom kicked him out?” Rodimus guessed.

“Like a sane being would? I wish. She hit him with a bus.” The three cybertronians looked shocked at Juan’s casualness of recalling the event. “Oh don’t worry he lived, moved out to… Appelousa if I remember correctly.”

“If only we had a shrink aboard, he’d had a field day with you.” Rodmius made note.

“Oh you don’t wanna do that.”

“C’mon what’s the harm letting out your emotions?”

“Alfreda told me last time he did, the guy was mumbling to himself about if life was worth living. He said this as he opened the window and proceeded to throw himself out. He was not welcomed at the funeral.”

“We have a room full of stuff, maybe something in there might help wake him up.”

“Oh challenge accepted, please show me the way. And I know this sounds weird, but are you guys stopping anywhere in particular right now? I’m actually running a little low on ammo.” Juan asked.

From behind them, a weird looking robot with a cyclops eye poked his head in to speak. “We’re actually about to pass by Elpasos, you’ve been there right Rodimus?”

“Actually yeah, I might know a guy that could help you out.“

“Wait, what about me? I want an adventure with the cyclops guy.” The cybertronians escorted Alfreda and Juan, leaving Jack behind. “I’m serious! I demand you give me attention!”

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Alfreda’s body lied in the room unconscious, when all of a sudden, a spark came out of his head sending some sparks to the open circuitry and a projector sprung to life, and created a hard light construct of Alfreda who was surprised by his surroundings. He poked around the room interested, wondering who the room could belong to, when he spotted a set of glasses on the floor. He reached down for them to look closer and it gave off a spark almost making him drop them.

Another light shown from the projector, and took on the construct form of a small skinny transformer, with an identical pair of glasses on his head, looking around then at himself quite confused before he looked over at Alfreda.

“Hello there, My name is Rung, I’m not sure what I’m doing here but you look like you came in for a reason, would you like to talk?”

Alfreda looked around for a spot to sit and chose a seat, pushing his body aside.

“So is this your first session? I’ll be happy to remind you whatever you tell me here will never leave this room, I take the patient confidentially very seriously.” Rung asked as he had his pad ready to write.

Alfreda let out a deep sigh, his right ear on his body letting out some sparks. “Honestly I have no recollection of my childhood, but the shrinks? Oh Rung, Rung my soon to be horrified ghost friend, I have had a total of 17. About 9 of them committed suicide, 5 straight up left the room, and the rest were submitted to mental institutions, I’m beginning to realize I may have some enemies waiting for revenge back home.”

“Like who?”

“Oh I don’t know; the fractured families of the 12 who didn’t leave the room, possibly Moon Knight, my world’s equivalent of Batman, The superheroes that live in my world that I’ve pissed off, more specifically Saddle Rager.” Alfreda went on, shuddering at the last name mentioned.

“Tell me more about her. You seem to get antsy speaking about her.”

“Well let me clarify. Imagine if Grimlock had a child with Impactor in terms of anger, then give them the ability to transforming into a hulking monster that grows stronger the angrier she gets. Oh, and she’s an organic.”

“Ok…” Rung asked kind of getting it.

“Just imagine I’m at human size, she’d be half the size not angry, and transforming she’d be about the size of Ultra Magnus.”

Rung took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on. “Would you like to discuss her for a little while?”

“Fine. Most times I’ve faced her, I’ve been beaten within an inch of my life. Would you like to see my scars?” Alfreda turned his body onto his stomach to show his back, bearing a couple scars down it. “This was my first meeting, she ripped out my spine with her teeth, did I forget to mention she’s a quadruped?”

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Juan looked around in the bar, filled with all types of different creatures, then he turned his attention to the bartender who looked like a classic skinny silver robot straight out of the 80’s.

“Hey Helper, I was told there would be someone who could help me out with weaponry, know anyone that could be of assistance?”

The barkeep pointed to the other end of the bar to which Juan looked and saw who he was looking for, matching Rodimus’ description.

He was obviously mechanical with his exterior, bearing a red cape with a couple weapons on his back. His torso was yellow, with a big green vest looking armor covering that, with brown gloves on his left hand, currently wrapped around the cup holding his drink. His head was weird, bearing two red horns on his head, and two silver tusks in front of his mouth, which looked stuck in place, his mouth resembling a whale’s baleen hair teeth, stuck in a permanent frown. His head turned to face Juan, his two piercing red eyes meeting Juan’s.

“See something you like, eh?” He asked, his voice sounding like a modulated Russian accent.

“That depends. Death’s Head I presume?”

“You presume correctly.”

“I need some upgrades to my arsenal. Think you could help me…” Juan finally noticed his other hand was a mace and looked in admiration. “You have a mace for a hand?”

“Detachable. Quite convenient for line of work, yes?” Death’s Head replied detaching it to attach a hand identical to his other one.

“What line of work exactly? You don’t look like the kind of guy that likes the word Bounty Hunting.”

“You would be right, eh? I prefer the term, Freelance Peacekeeping Agent, looks better on a résumé, try it out for yourself?”

“To a degree, I did murder a kid, probably like 10, but the bitch had it comin. She was trying to overthrow the monarchy, pen pals with a centaur in hell, they were letting her get away. I took the shot as she was flying. Right through the side of her head. Shot her a good 11 more times to be sure. Sure everyone present was horrified but it kept the peace am I right?”

“As long as you were paid.”

Juan seemed to space out for a second before it clicked in his head. “Wait you still get paid to kill people?”

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Jack peeked out the corner to look at Whirl, who finished drinking in Swerve’s Bar and was walking out, Jack followed behind him.

“Hey there Whirly, can I call ya Whirly? I was wondering if you and me could buddy up, one sociopath to another.”

“Do you even know what that word means?” Swerve asked right behind him.

“Ah~! Who’re you?”

“I’m Swerve. You know, the guy that owns the bar you were just in.”

“Really, your voice really makes you come off as more of a Charlie to me than a Swerve.”

“What’re you doing?”

“That guy has no face, I have an automatic interest in things that look weird like him. Could you help me get him to notice me?”

“Ok.”

“Really? Usually when I ask people to help me they usually either ignore me, say they want nothing to do with me, or verbally threaten me with physical violence. Sometimes it’s a weird mix.”

“Nah man I’ve always wanted to hang with a wirewolf. You guys are so cool, you’re like us but you don’t transform.”

“Doesn’t that statement kinda defeat the-”

“And your war was over sooner than ours.”

“…There was a war?”

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“And that’s when it dawned on me that mom set off that chain of events because she didn’t want me to pursue my dream as a matador!” Alfreda shouted pacing as more revelations began to dawn on him.

“Alfreda, please relax, you’ll create a groove in the floor eventually.”

“You know I know you’re right and should stop, but I also don’t wanna listen to you because the only people I’ve cared about that tell me what to do have all been girls.”

“Was your male parental figure ever around? Maybe should have lead with that one at the start.” Rung mumbled the second half to himself.

“Yeah, if you count a set of power tools and a computer from around like, the 1990’s as a dad. My mom built me from scratch. Well scratch and pieces of wirewolf cadavers, but the point being I never had a father figure to help me. The only guys in my life were the few guys superheroes that beat me up, and my own coworkers, but they were about as much pricks as I hear Prowl is, and they weren’t officers of the law.”

“So what I’m understanding is that you mainly had a female influence in your upbringing, thus a seeded mistrust for any males that showed signs of Aggression?”

“What? No, I actually made friends with this guy named Crescent Blade, angry as Impactor but we became friends during a war, we’re bonded like brothers. Well there was this dude, Flash something, he was kind of a tool, pretty sure he blew up through. No what I’m realizing is that I don’t like guys that think they’re better than me and act all pompous about it. Barely a quarter of the guys on this ship I already know that’s true, especially this Getaway guy I heard about, he sounded like such a douche. Like just, the worst.”

“Yes I myself recall the consequences of his actions…”

“Looking through the ships records, I can see exactly, everyone hates him, I hope he’s burning in whatever’s the Transformers equivalent of Hell. By the way you have no idea how much I just want to talk right now and I’m so happy you’re the first one that wants to listen who didn’t kill himself some time after.”

“I worked with Fortress Maximus after he had been severely tortured by Overlord. Brain Modules was hurt badly, not quite sure what he transforms into anymore myself.”

“Oh hey that reminds me, what do you transform into? Come on I really want to see it your species is awesome.”

Rung sighed as he got up with a warm smile. His body converted until it resembled some kind of large telescope… staff thing.

“I have no idea what that is.”

“I’m classified as a ‘Ornament’.” Rung replied changing back. “For the longest time I believed myself to be the 1,000,000 Transformer naturally forged.”

“Cool. You got that in a serial number? Wait believed? So it’s backwards. Like 0000001?”

“Yes, believe it or not, I actually turned out to be Primus.”

“Who’s he?”

“Basically God.”

Alfreda thought about it long before laughing. “You as God. Sounds like you had one of Juan’s edibles. Ridiculous.”

Alfreda leaned out the window and spotted Swerve about to round a corner.

“Hey Swerve.” Alfreda asked earning his attention. “I got a joke for ya; the guy that owned this room was Primus, his serial number was upside down.”

Swerve thought about it for a minute and laughed. “That’s hilarious, I would never think of a joke like that, you do stand up comedy?”

“That’s an issue I’m keeping hidden behind this dark door.” Alfreda closed the door and turned around. “I’m nervous facing crowds, feels like too much pressure.”

“Not that I advise it but that sounds like an honest answer you can tell others.”

“And speaking of not advise, let me tell you the words of advice my mother told me when I went in disguise to elementary school: ‘Alfreda, you have no fully developed skills either social or helpful and are only good as a meatshield, if a strange man offers you a ride in the van for goodies it’s a 50/50 he’s legit so you gotta risk it.’ Lousy 80’s childhood…”

‘If I was God why would I punish myself like this?’ Rung thought to himself.

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Universe: Equis 618.18

Tirek metallic form stumbled in pain as Juan pimp slapped him across the face with his mace hand, using his shotgun in his other hand to blast him in the chest, tearing apart more of his armor.

“No… No Mo-” Tirek begged before his throat was shredded by Juan’s drill fist, making his last words a wimpy gurgle as Juan had a disturbing smile on his face. Juan’s drill stopped before he kicked the body off of it.

“Oh I’m sorry you said something?” Juan asked firing his shotgun into his chest one more time before his drill hand converted back into hand mode to unload the shotgun. “You didn’t finish.”

He opened his chest hatch to switch it out for his portal gun, firing to his side leading to Death’s Head popping out. “How was killing Unicron?”

“Had history with him, right? So let’s just say it was very cathartic, yes?”

“Same, just displacing this guy who got us stuck here to begin with. Really diggingthis Swiss army hand, making the job so much easier, thanks for taking me here, didn’t know you could cross travel like this but I really don’t care. You’ll spread the word, right?”

“Of course, eh? Do you always finish with a question?”

“No.” Juan said looking a little confused at the question.

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Whirl walked towards his room and closed the door behind him. Jack snuck out and placed a medium sized metal cube wrapped in some kind of cloth in front of it.

Jack snickered as he hid behind the corner holding his own cube while Swerve held another.

“So what exactly is that supposed to be?"

“A Jack in the Box. But instead of a Jack, there’s a glove in it. When he gets hit, you walk up to him and tell him I got one for you too but you decided to give it to him. That one will have a bomb, so he’ll retaliate by getting me with that trick, and in the mutual amusement of the prank we’ll become friends.”

“That plan sounds like it could backfire so badly.”

“Shh, here he comes.” Jack said as Whirl picked up the box, he found the crank on the side and began to turn it slowly before a miniature Jack in a jester costume popped out. Whirl yelped dropping it before blasting it to pieces.

“Was it a delayed timer?” Swerve asked.

“No. That was the regular one. Wait a minute, which one do I have then?” Jack asked realizing he was already turning the crank. He promptly ran around the corner, not realizing he was still holding it, where a boom was heard around the corner.

Swerve looked at his and slowly put it down and backed away facing it, deciding the payoff was ok where it had stopped.

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Juan walked through the doors back into the ship when Swerve walked by.

“Oh hey your friend Alfreda’s up apparently, saw him poke out his head out of that old room.”

Juan ran for the room as fast as he could and entered the room looking left and right, only finding Alfreda still unconscious on the couch, and walked out of the room disappointed, not noticing the projector above him deactivating.

Before Juan could turn the corner, the ship rumbled as something impacted it. He looked out a nearby window and found a skull shaped ship roughly on par with the Lost Light in terms of size biting into it keeping it from escaping. He ran for the bridge, and found it filling with several copies of the same Decepticon he had heard of named Blot, bearing green eyes rather than red, some were completely dark blue, and all of them were in their alternate mode. In the center of the room as the only Blot with red eyes, and a Decepticon that was green, white, and black resembling a samurai with silver wings.

“Oh joy. So I’m gonna guess you two are working for Anti-Matter? Can’t really be a blotling with these resources without working for Anti-Matter.”

“None of your concern who we work for, such information doesn’t mean anything to a dead wolf.” The large Deception replied.

“Don’t be rude Hexatron.” Blot said. “We’re here for Alfreda alone, any of your friends you made on board, are fair game however.”

“You know I have a lot of shit on my plate so fuck it, I’ll kick both your asses.” Juan replied, his hand retracted for a saw hand as he twirled his shotgun.

Hexatron and Blot ran for Juan who charged forth firing a shot right into Blot’s face then kicking him over the railing. Hexatron swung his twin swords, only for Juan to deflected them using his saw hand and firing another shot at Hexatron, who blocked the shot with his arm, scratching it deeply. Juan opened his chest hatch to pull something out revealing it to be a dual bladed energy sword. The rest of the Blot hordes around him ran in to join their leader to which Juan began swinging both his arms around slicing at many of them as Hexatron jumped back in.

As Juan and Hexatron battled across the bridge, the hull outside seemed to warp as something began to open up in space, a hole in the fabric of the universe, sucking both ships in. On the other side, The Lost Light found itself looking at Earth, very close to the surface allowing some of the crew near the windows to see a battle going on below. Juan looked closer and found the battle much like their own, against a legion of Blot’s.

“Well, this is bad.” Juan said before Hexatron kicked him out the window before being tackled to the side by Rodimus.

Juan deployed his wings and flew up and around finding many fighters being covered in piles of sludge that seemed to be made of Blot’s themselves, the sky above having both a black spot and a sun. Juan felt down finding a small yellow autobot and a female autobot with a samurai sword fighting against the armies.

“Hey this is a new one!” The yellow one shouted pointing at Juan.

“Hey I got the same problem, I came from the Lost Light.”

“The Lost Light?” The Female asked. “But it was dismantled.”

“Okay don’t ask me I’m as lost as you are. No out intended.”

“BLOT HORDES, ATTACK~!” A voice screeched above to which they looked and saw an F-15 soaring down then transforming into a Decepticon with red and blue features.

“Starscream?” The yellow Autobot asked. “What the heck are you doing? We’re your friends!”

“Perish for such slander Autobot!” Starscream shouted firing a blast at the autobot, causing him to seize up from shocks paralyzing his body.

“Bumblebee!”

“Okay this is worse.” Juan made note as he pulled out his shotgun to reload it but an explosion caught his attention, and he saw a horde of Blot’s part a way through the flames allowing a figure to step through.

He looked just like Megatron, but his armor and very form looked more bare bone and simplistic, with a purple Decepticon emblem blazing on his chest.

“Megatron!” The female shouted in shock.

“This Earth was even easier to conquer than I would imagine Starscream.” This Megatron said firing a blast towards the female and Juan, his voice more modulated, but far more sinister in tone as he chuckled at the way Juan and the cybertronian were sent tumbling by his attack.

“Much easier than finding that traitor Shockwave.” Starscream snarked.

“Rest assured, the Blots have found where he is being held. Believe me when I say I will send him into oblivion for dwindling the Decepticons into these weal mockeries of our might.”

“I told you he could not be trusted, and yet you still gave him full charge of Cybertron.”

“Our Shockwave was loyal, and thought nothing close to what this world’s Shockwave unleashed, an err I will rectify now. Continue your assault across the city, deliver judgement to all defectors of the Decepticons, leave no mercy for these failures to the cause.”

“As you command Lord Megatron.” Starscream replied transforming and flying off, quickly raining fire down in his wake.

“I guess this one was a talker.” Juan said trying to follow Megatron as something landed behind him. He looked to see Hexatron standing there as the Lost Light still flew around in the sky.

“We ain’t finished.” Hexatron chuckled.

Juan groaned as his Swiss Army Claw converted into its harpoon mode and fired. Hexatron blocked it, but the harpoon ended up embedding in his arm, as Juan retracted the rope pulling him forward. He climbed around the arm, retracting his to deploy his mace head to beat Hexatron across the head. Hexatron managed to through him off then pulled out his guns firing down on Juan, who rolled out of the way that launched his mace forward, knocking the blaster in his left hand out, and denting into his chest. Juan pulled back, sending Hexatron face first into the ground before Juan climbed onto him and deployed his chainsaw hand. Hexatron rose up and found a wall to slam his back against, trying to get Juan off of him.
Juan struggled to hold on until he stabbed his claws into Hexatron’s shoulder to stay in place, then managed to stab his chainsaw into Hexatron’s cranium, making him gurgle in pain to try and grab him and managed to get an elbow to the gut in before Juan revved the chainsaw, causing Hexatron to be begin to stagger from the severely escalated level of pain destroying his brain, and eventually collapsed on the floor.

“Yeah we’re finished freshman.” Juan quipped as he took a gun out and fired it at Hexatron’s body, shrinking it to which he put it in his chest hatch. He looked off in the direction Megatron was and followed the trail of destruction he left towards the crashed ship in the distance.

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“You fail to understand just how angry how to wove the history of our race into one massive lie, to paint yourself as the hero of us all.” Megatron ranted as he approached the limbless and restrained Shockwave, a trail of smoke and bodies behind the former.

“Everything I did was to better the Cybertronian race. The way they stand together against threats from beyond the multiverse, while I am still imprisoned, I achieved my end goals.” Shockwave replied.

“At the cost of the credibility and ruthlessness of the Decepticons, and the birth of the bane of my sanity as Galvatron, and deriving me of a Prime to crush with my bare hands. But considering the lie you persisted.” Megatron aimed his cannon toward Shockwave’s chest. ”I can make an exception for today.”

As Megatron prepared to fire, he was blasted in the back throwing off his focus, he looked behind him and saw a white and black Autobot resembling a police car standing in the doorway with a blaster ready. He looked him over and laughed as he turned around.

“I remember you Prowl, I killed you once before on my world, this time will be no different.” Megatron boasted firing his cannon hitting Prowl in his side, making his mouth smoke as he tried his best to keep consciousness as the fell to the ground. Megatron turned around with a smirk. “Now where was I?”

A flail smacked him across the face as he fell, Juan landing between him and Shockwave retracting the flail. “Yeah I got stranded in this hellhole because of some other shit and I don’t need you making my new quest to fix this junk and fix my friend because that Bitch Anti-Matter made a guess and found us.”

Megatron cackled as he stood up. “A poor decision, Mufungo, for you battle a true warrior of cybertron.” Megatron boasted before his hand turned into an energy flail.

“Yeah yeah ‘Mightiest Warrior of my race’ I really do not care.” Juan replied running and engaging up close with Megatron, the Nth metal of the mace clashing with the energon flail creating sparks between them as the two powerful substances made contact. Juan was forcing to keep his distance as he was forced to avoid not just the flail, but the chaining connecting it as well. Megatron swung it forward aiming for Juan’s face, Juan dodging then wrapping the flail around his mace, allowing him to pull Megatron close enough to deck him across his face, sending a tooth flying from his mouth. Megatron staggered a little, from the hit discharging his mace to get away from Juan as felt his face and brought his hand back to see a small speck of a glowing purple liquid on it, earning a smile from him.

“All that for a drop of energon.”

“In that case I’ll beat it out of you one drop at a time.”

“I have far too much on my plate if this is all you can provide.” Megatron replied aiming his fusion cannon, blasting Juan across the room. “Blot Hordes! Merge and let the slaughter…begin.”

Outside, many of the blots started to run towards the crater where the Original Blot stood, surrounding him and most of them melting into him, becoming larger by the moment.

Before Megatron could act against Shockwave, a red car ran into him, crashing him through the wall out into the streets.

“Rodmius sure took his sweet time.” Juan pulled himself up to see and then turned to the disabled cyclops. “Ok Shockwave, what the hell did you do to the Blotlings?”

“It was an old experiment I was tinkering with during the war. I found the canister of Blot Matter experimented with the Blotlings that formed from it. The way their biology deprives the need to sustain themselves for short periods and adaptability in the harshest of environments, I soon sought a way to merge Cybertronians with the Blotlings, starting with Blot. As the leader of the ones that formed, designating himself as the Phantom Blot, he would bridge the gap allowing his army to be converted proper. But while rewiring his shell to integrate his abilities, an error occurred allowing him to escape captivity and joined the Terrorcons with no recollection of me. I pursued but when I located him, he was already deep in their folds and even later, killed by Arcee during her and Prowl’s attack back on Cybertron. Earlier today they claimed that I was up to something as Blot was spotted on multiple continents across the planet and information began to reveal my involvement with him, then these hordes came from holes in the fabric of space-time taking Earth by surprise.”

“Hear me Shockwave!” A voice roared out. Juan looked out the whole and saw a massive cybernetic Phantom Blot towering over the area. “Your violation of my very being will not go unpunished, this world will drown in my being with you, all it’s knowledge, shall be made part of me! A new Planet Blot will be born from this world, and it will go out to spread us across the stars to come, The blot Race shall rise again! And Anti-Matter will tremble at the mere sight of… The Phantom Bot!”

“Oh nice he’s gotten his head around the evil monologue. So do you have any idea how to stop him.”

“Their body composition is a polymorphic semi-solid that can shape shift into multiple forms across. My experiments revealed their original forms were vulnerable to fire and extremely high temperatures against their Blot Matter, but their current forms still retain their weaknesses to most high frequency sounds and their blood being used against them, a type of special acid. Anything else I have was lost on Cybertron to Unicron.”

“Perhaps I can refresh your memory.” A voice behind them said. Juan trend around to find Logic walking up, Blot Matter stained on him.

“What kept you? And where’s Alfreda?”

“I was occupied saving the Lost Light. Alfreda is not one to be angered as bad as Black had done so, he literally passed out from rage, but something is wrong with his systems preventing a proper reboot, most of these systems are down so I can’t connect to this Earth’s network, bring me up to speed.”

“Well apparently there’s another more evil Megatron leading these Blotlings, all of them are working for Anti-Matter, and they all just combined into a giant Phantom Blot. So yeah options.”

Logic approached the disabled cyclops and place his claws on Shockwave’s eye, his own glowing blue with information before he stepped back.

“Turn the attention of the Combiners over to him. Assemble me the following Autobots: Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Windblade, Arcee, and Bumblebee. This Megatron is from a more primordial universe, quite likely the original, designated Primax 984.17 Alpha, it’s dating pinpoints it as one of the very first of this cluster, one that predates this one’s creation, thus while he arrived through a hole in dimension, he is not bound by all the laws of this universe as these cybertronians are, if any. There’s only one being that can counter him blow for blow in that case.”

“Good because I was gonna let you know that I’m positive this world’s Megatron would get wrecked. I hit him across the face and only got out a drop of his blood.” Juan replied running out the hole and landing finding a comm. “Attention anyone listening to this on the channels. This is Juan Mufongo, I’m going in to face Phantom Blt, I need combiner teams to hold him off, I repeat combiner teams, along with the following Autobots: Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Windblade, Arcee, and Bumblebee, I need you to meet outside the Lemuria.”

Juan made his way across the battlefield, Blots not battling running to the massive Phantom Blot to merge with him and make him more powerful. As Juan came closer to the titan, he noticed at least 4 groups of vehicles that got closer to each other and began to change, merging and becoming bigger.

“Superion online!” A large jet based combiner shouted.

“We will fight to the end with you Mufongo.” The green and red combiner said earning a nod from Juan.

“We will tear him apart!” The animal based combiner shouted.

“Bruticus make Starscream pay for lies!” The more military looking combiner shouted lumbering for Starscream as he took evasive maneuvers from attacking Juan as Bruticus swung.

“Okay never thought this would happen today.” Juan made note to himself as he pulled out his rocket launcher and fired at Phantom Blot’s earning his attention to attack, and was smothered in the combined firepower of the combiners burning his form.

“We finally meet Juan Mufongo, know that I will not have the same depth of failure as the ones I’m embarrassed to call my brothers. Do you think their failures to destroy you speaks for the Blot Race as a whole. We amassed our current power because of countless millenniums of success, allow me to give you personal demonstration.” Phantom Bot boasted as he started to change his shape, his horns curving upwards through the helmet forming around his head. He developed skeletal wings, his form becoming more Cybertronian, but also malformed as his limbs took on features like different types of beasts, with a small pair of arms forming on the sides of his head and under his arms as he bared his green fangs in his new form.

“Okay refresher, Robot Satan?”

“The Combiner Monstructor with mixes of an abomination of a combiner from Primax 504.0 Gamma.”

“Thanks I needed that.” Juan replied before Phantom Blot unleashed a blast of green energy that burned the land behind them, erasing most things that made immediate contact wiping up a dirty stain. “Another one, just how acidic is that?”

“Recall when Alfreda took that face full of lava and it went down to his skull? Blot Thinner is harshly much more acidic than that.”

“Oh joy.” Juan replied using his chainsaw to cut through a leg, spraying Blot Matter everywhere.

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Rodimus looked to Ultra Magnus as they were reunited with their old friends, still feeling his face sting a little from Megatron’s retaliation for getting run over. “Juan said nothing about why we’re needed here?”

“Because you are share a connection with someone that can take of Megatron. Only a Prime, a True Autobot Commander can.”

“The last one… was Optimus.” Arcee replied.

“Yes, but not yours, a leader aligned only to aspire to peace where all are one. Think of that quality about him, how it managed to persist even when he had to change.”

“He had that about him in the end, he always saw the best in us, he reminded me how I made amends with what I had done.” Arcee said, her chest glowing with a blue aura.

“He saw how I earned my own right to call myself Rodimus from trying to be like him, because the name Prime still meant something.” Rodimus Added, glowing blue as well.

“Reminisce on him, I can fuse it together to pull something through.” Logic ordered as he used his cannon to harness the temporal energy fluctuating in the air to create a line. “Think of what he always thought; that there would be one to light the darkest hour.”

As Juan kept the Blot Hordes off against the Combiners keeping Phantom Bot at bay as blue cracks streaked across the sky towards The Lemuria.

“You better not be making this shit worse Logic.”

“I’m not. I’m simply using the damage they’ve lain to reach out into the multiverse.” Logic replied as the five bots glowed brightly, glows eventually pooling into the small pillar of temporal energy that formed in the middle.

“To do what?”

“Even the odds. But we’re missing something, someone close to Optimus Prime, someone who remembered him for who he was.”

“For all that we battled.” A raspy voice said. Logic turned to see it was the Megatron of the Lost Light. “He knew part of me was right when he discovered the sully Sentinel and his predecessors brought to the name Prime, even when it was revealed to be Shockwave’s elaborate lie, he still remembered what the name Prime meant, not only to lead, but to inspire, he inspired Autobots like Bumblebee to become leaders, heroes, but I will admit that he was the only one that earned the title of Prime.”

Megatron’s Autobot symbol glowed releasing a small ball of energy that merged with the pillar, creating a swirl of energy around it as it turned into some kind of portal. A purple blast mace smacked him across the face sending him crashing into Arcee.

“Megatron!” Rodimus shouted.

“You have besmirched the fear behind the name of Megatron! Conquering this world may be our goal, but ending you will be the pinnacle of my victory.” The Original Megatron shouted, showing great disdain for his counterpart as he redeployed his energon flail.

G1 Megatron spun it, building up momentum, then swung it forward, rocketing for the two Autobots, when a blue metal hand gripped the chain inches from the two, then pulled it forward, sending Megatron towards the portal before another fist punched him back, chipping out a few pieces of metal as he was sent rolling back before he caught himself. Megatron was stunned at the actual pain he felt as he followed the red arm that had reached through the portal Logic made and glared.

“You…”

Stepping out from the rest of the portal, was a autobot that was fully red, his torso resembling a truck front, two smokestacks on his shoulders, his head bearing a large mouthguard as his blue eyes took in his surroundings and looked to the downed Autobots.

“Rodimus Prime, are you okay?” He asked holding a hand out, his voice strong yet gentle, a tone that Rodimus recognized, thus was hesitant when he reached for the hand to be pulled up with Megatron.

“Optimus?”

“Yes and no. I am not the Optimus Prime that you know in your time, but from what I can tell, some trouble from my world has found its way here. Allow me to help, the only to defeat this restless army, is by removing its head.” Optimus said facing down his ancient enemy.

“So even across dimension even your weakling scientists couldn’t find, you still find a way to make me your priority Optimus.” The Original Megatron said with venom in his voice.

“Today you pay for the damage you did to the planet Cybertron, and the rest of the galaxy you terrorized.”

“Do you really think killing me will stop this? While this world is easy pickings Prime, I’m sincerely a chess piece in a larger game for someone more interested in the Wirewolf that brought you here.”

“A threat he proves he can stop when the time comes. While you will return with me to finally answer for all your crimes.”

“Never. NEVER!” Megatron replied firing his Fusion Cannon aiming straight for Prime’s chest, however Optimus was quick and dodged the shot, impacting a wall detonating it, while Optimus drew his own gun and fired, managed to clip Megatron’s Fusion Cannon off his arm. Megatron growled as he deployed his flail and rushed for Optimus, who deployed an orange axe in response and swung blow for blow against him.

Arcee stepped forward when both Rodimus and Logic stopped her.

“We have to help him. I watched Optimus jump to his death to save us, I won’t let this one die to do that again.” Arcee argued.

“You only sport a 13.46% chance of beating him. I myself sport a 49.4334% chance.”

“He’s right Arcee, I can feel it, this is his fight, all we can do is keep the Blot Hordes off of him.” Rodimus agreed.

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Bruticus’ cannons lowered and fired straight at Phantom Bot’s chest, making Blot Matter explode out from the wound as he fell back screeching in pain.

“Victorion!” Juan shouted firing shots from his grenade launcher to keep the Blots busy.

Victorion’s hands glowed as he got ahold of most of Phantom Codes form, then used her power to rip apart most of him and ripping apart the Blot matter into small stringy chunks.

Phantom Bot roared in pain trying to get up only for Superion to slam him down again.

“And that, is that.” Victorion noted.

“Yeah if you wanted to piss him off. Blot Matter reforms.” Juan replied as the chunks began to reform and converge. Most of the matter returned to his owner, while a few large pieces reformed into blotling forms Juan was more familiar with, but looking more cybernetic and mechanical than before. “And it learns.”

Victorion attempted to use her powers again, but the Botlings slithered out of the aura and started to wrap around her legs, only for her to kick them off, distracting her long enough for the reconstructed Phantom Bot to smack her away, then pinned Superion down with one arm, and forming a large spike for a hand with his other.

“Predaking, torch him!” Juan shouted to the animal based combiner as he kept the Horde off of Victorion trying to submerge her with their Blot Matter.

Predaking sprayed a stream of fire from his chest onto Phantom Bot, making him roar in pain from the heat.

As Juan blasted another Spatter into pieces, a stream of plasma blasts barely missed him as he looked above to find Starscream descending, transforming to land on his feet.

“Hexatron was a pale knockoff of the pinnacle of Deception might, allow me to show you what he lacked, and why I will succeed where Anti-Matter fails.” Starscream boasted, the turbines on the sides of his cockpit chest opening to reveal missile racks.

“Bullshit compartments? Because I’m gonna guess bullshit compartments.” Juan replied as Starscream began firing them at Juan and across the battlefield, Juan ducking from the shots, earning the attention of Bruticus as he crushed another group of Blot’s beneath him.

“Starscream! Starscream trick Bruticus, think Starscream created Bruticus, Bruticus smash Starscream!” Bruticus charged for the Deception who looked with an agape mouth before focusing his payload on the gestalt.

Juan dove for Starscream’s legs, toppling the Deception before proceeding to wail on him, breaking off one of his arm guns. Starscream was completely vulnerable until his body shifted as he transformed again, and proceeded to fly off and out of the sky. Juan’s sensors indicated that Starscream was beginning to escape Earth’s Atmosphere.

“Better f*cking run.” Juan made note as he saw the Combiners back on their feet keeping Phantom Bot on the ropes. He noticed something a couple feet away and got closer to it. He picked it up finding it was Megatron’s fusion cannon, he looked it over before trying to attach it to his own arm, finding it would fit and took an aim at Phantom Bot, managing to fire a blast at him, landing a shot on his shoulder, destroying the arm on the side of his head and half of the helmet he wore.

Phantom Bot roared in pain before Victorion tried to use her powers on him again, which only angered him as he slithered out of it and started submerging her in his own Blot Matter.

“You fool. You think I am bound by the laws of gravity? The Blot race is bound by no laws! All you do is anger me, and make me want to learn…”

“Okay Logic, I might need your help on this.” Juan made his way back to the crashed Lemuria finding the gathered Autobots engaged in an all out brawl again the Blot Hordes, while the main event stood as a centerpiece of sorts to it all.

Optimus Prime and Megatron stood in the middle of the onslaught, trading blow for blow, unlike Juan’s battle with the tyrant, the blows they traded did actual damage, dents, cracks, and slashes present across their bodies as the battle for Earth raged around them.

“It’s over Megatron, Starscream’s has abandoned you once more, you have no one to take this Horde over once you’ve lost. There’s still a chance for you to leave with me peacefully.”

“Never! The Blots will consume this world before you win again Optimus!” Megatron shouted trying to punch Optimus in the face, only for Optimus to dodge and land a gut punch than an elbow, bits of energon flying through the air as Megatron was sent stumbling hard from the hits.

“Finish him off Prime!” Rodimus shouted.

“Do it now!” Bumblebee shouted.

“Exit Earth out of the darkest hour.” Logic added firing shots from left to right.

Optimus looked back to Megatron as he ran for him with arms out and flail deployed with a howl of fury.

“Megatron… be gone!” Optimus shouted finishing Megatron off with a two handed uppercut to the face, sending him flying backwards into the ground, stopping in front of the pile of rubble. Megatron tried to get back up, but barely found the strength to lift himself up, and collapsed back onto the pile, while Optimus fell to a knee to catch his breath.

As Phantom Bot spat out Victorion from his Blot Matter, ready for a round two against the combiners, he felt something given to him, a new power, a new authority, confused, he looked to see the defeated body of Megatron, and the confusion gave way for a sense of victory, changing back from his large malformed from into his original one.

“Blot Horde! Megatron has fallen! The Phantom Blot is your leader once again, let us leave this backwater rock, we are bound by Anti-Matter NO MORE! The rest of the multiverse is ours now, to conquer! We’ll be back for this world later.” The Phantom Bot then flew up into the sky, towards one of the holes in Space-Time, followed by the rest of the Blot Hordes together, many of them taking on different forms to fly up after him as well, some through other holes.

Arcee aimed upward before Logic lowered her weapon for her.

“They’re leaving. The time they give you before returning give you enough time to prepare, do not provoke them any more that they change their minds.” Logic informed her.

“Hey Rodimus.” Juan asked walking up holding Megatron’s fusion cannon. “You think Brainstorm could graft this onto me?”

“Mmm…Maybe. Give him a sketch and he might be able to cook something up.”

Optimus pulled Megatron up and put his hands behind his back, using a stray girder to bind his hands.

“I will take him back to Cybertron to face punishment for what he has done in our universe, but I will let the New Council know of his malice here as well.” Optimus explained.

“What about that Anti-Matter they kept mentioning?”

“We got him Roddy.” Juan replied pointing at himself and Logic, who used his cannon to expand the portal open. “You don’t mind if I keep this right?”

“Megatron won’t be needing it where he’s going.” Optimus said with a chuckle.

“Safe travels Optimus.” Ultra Magnus said with a smile.

“And to you as well old friend, to all of you, seeing you all together, how you’re all grown, Earth united for all races to come, I would say your Optimus Prime would be proud of the peace you achieved.” With that, Optimus continued through the portal, which then closed behind him as the portals above all started to close.

“All the tears are appearing to heal now, save for the one the Lost Light came through, it must be waiting for the last anomaly to return. Consider my services no longer required.” Logic said as his body began to revert.

“Logic do not pull that shit again.” Juan shouted.

“I came out only to ensure Alfreda’s safety, and you did fine before meeting Black, I’m returning to observation as I did beforehand, and intend to stay there.” Logic’s eye dimmed as his eyes separated and his body finished reverting back into Alfreda, falling to the ground limp like a bag of potatoes.

“Of course.” Juan mumbled.

“Yo Juan!” Jack’s voice shouted through the air. Juan turned to find Jack running through the rubble towards him.

“And where the f*ck were you?”

“Over there, recording all this.” Jack replied tapping his eye.

“You know what? I had fun, we won, I really don’t care.” Juan replied approaching Rodimus as the Lost Light started to descending below. “Will I need anesthetic, because I have a lot of weed which could be a good substitute.”

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Juan walked out of The Lemuria’s remains with a smirk as Jack looked him over, Alfreda’s unconscious body propped up in a chair. “Where’d they put it?”

A hole opened on Juan’s left shoulder and Megatron’s fusion cannon came swiveling out on an extension, then shifting around at different angles and even shifting how it held the cannon allowing for more maneuverability.

“So is that thing inside you?”

“Me and Brainstorm tried to figure that out, I’d rather wait on that little more before sitting and focusing on that. The extensions made of a Vibranium and Nth Metal alloy.”

“Where’d he get that?”

“I gave it to him, for this. Just wanted to brag to Shockwave here, tell him how we kicked more Blot ass than Earth, nothing big.” Juan retracted the cannon as he reached for his earpiece. “Alright Whirl we’re coming up now.”

Juan waited for a response but got nothing, so he looked up to find the hole in space time gone, along with the Lost Light, meaning he, Jack, and Alfreda were stranded on Earth.

“God. F*cking. Dammit.”

“Juan take it easy.”

“No! Shut up! Just shut the f*ck up! This is just perfect; That handless assbag decided to leave us here, the world’s strongest nerd’s never coming out again, the meat shield’s unconscious, the portal gun’s FUBAR, we’re stuck in the potluck of Hasbro concepts, none of which will accurately get us home, and if I don’t kill something within the next 5 minutes, I AM GOING TO HAVE AN ALPHA DAMN HEART ATTACK!!!”

At the name Alpha, Jack remembered back when they were in Hell and found some carving’s mentioning someone named Alpha. An idea clicked in his head as he got on his knees, bringing his claws together.

‘Alpha, Juan said your name was Alpha right? If you’re listening right now, if you’re even real, hear me out; we’re just trying to get back to our home, but some douchebag destroyed our only way home. My other friend showed he’s apparently a schizophrenic and beat the everloving crap out of him before falling unconscious. Right now my best friend is freaking out and I don’t want to see him have a heart attack. All I’m going to ask will be all I seek from you, in my only prayer to a god… could you please hang out at your place so we can recover and you can heal my friend?’

Jack got up from his knees and looked around before shrugging. Juan looked at him completely dumbfounded.

“I heard all of that. Did you just ask a god to crash at their place?”

“Like you have a better idea?”

Juan didn’t have a retort as a white portal opened up between them.

“Huh.” Jack said flabbergasted. “How come God didn’t do it like this when Alfreda asked for him to shit down his neck?”

“Shut up.” Juan replied picking up Alfreda while putting the portal gun remains in a bag. He proceeded through the portal followed by Jack before it closed.

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The two walked on through, and found themselves in some kind of loft apartment.

“Where the hell are we?” Jack asked.

“This is the Alpha Plane, I remember learning about this spot back in Hell with DG. We found this inscription describing a place where Alpha would create the universe from, her home away from home.”

“Well why does it look like it was in California this whole time?” Jack asked.

Before Juan could answer, an explosion occurred from a door at the end of the hallway, followed by rainbow smoke. “Wait a minute! Wait minute! Wait a minute!”

Running out from the door covered in soot was a wirewolfess. She resembled the average female, her hair long and beautiful, a color of blue that seemed to shimmer through every shade of it at the same time. On her back she had a closed pair of dragon like wings, her eyes bearing pupils like a rainbow. She coughed out a few clouds of smoke before she snapped her fingers and the soot was gone, revealing her shell to be various shades of white.

“Sorry, I was trying to find a solution for carbon to be resistant to sulphur, less than successful incase you’re wondering.”

Juan was utterly confused. “Yeah… ok Wirewolfess Jesus… could you grab your mom… Alpha? Jack you called her Alpha right? I have something very important we need fixed, oh and my friend if she can multitask.”

The wirewolfess grabbed the bag and looked in it with a smile that appeared right on her face as she gasped. “A portal gun! I was hoping to… well me that there was one of these things still out there, sorry if I’m seem kind of weird, I haven’t heard a prayer like your friends in a long time and it peaked my attention. Actually glad I gave into my curiosity.”

Juan was completely silent as she sifted through all the parts in the bag. “Are you, f*ckin, kidding me, this is Alpha?”

“What’s the problem? Is it cause she’s… well a she?”

“No, she’s too casual, the last god I met struck down Alfreda like a real asshole. But now you pray while I have a panic attack and suddenly it’s like you’re penpals. I’ll tell you one thing… if there is a God, he or she's making less and less of an effort to make me believe in them.”

“Here you go.” Alpha said with a grin handing back a completely fixed portal gun.

“Thank you.” Juan said grabbing it before it clicked with him and he looked at the portal gun in his hands.

“You gonna smash it to prove a point?” Alpha asked.

“Get out of my head.” Juan replied looking at Alfreda’s unconscious body. “Could you fix this idiot? Not Jack, there’s no figuring that out.”

“Hey Juan! Even the water on the Beach is white! We should sell Real Estate here for people in Phoenix!” Jack shouted looking out the window.

“Stop it.”

Alpha’s eyes glowed and Alfreda was lifted into the air for her to examine, then placed him on a coach.

“He’s minds in tatters.” She whispered. “Make yourselves at home it might take a little longer than I thought.”

“And there it is.” Juan mumbled.

“Dude why do you hate women?” Jack asked looking around.

“What? You are an idiot, I don’t hate women, it’s a general dislike.”

“Again why?”

“Because they hate me. Example one, any Nightmare Moon we’ve met; 2, Tempest, three, Marik.”

“Uh Juan, I’m surprised you got tricked too but, Marik’s a guy.”

“What? That’s crazy, built like a chick, has on way too much jewelry on, and keeps showing interest in that Bakura guy…”

“Nope. Total dude, and it’s pronounced thiefshipping.”

“That’s stupid but it sorta makes sense now, he must be really in the closet.”

“You have no idea. Oh hey check it out; Alpha has Funko Pops.” Jack said picking up one. It was a green female humanoid with white hair, with makeup resembling crying around its pink eyes, wearing a black shirt with a crumbling heart on its chest, baring spiked shoulder pads, wearing yellow gloves with sneakers on. “I like this one. Check it.”

“You can keep that one if you like.” Alpha said before looking back through Alfreda’s mind. “Wow he is not ready to remember all of this. At least there’s the other half-oh that explains Jack.”

Jack tossed the Funko Pop to Juan, who examined it closely.

“Me too. Thanks.” He then tucked it in his chest hatch.

“Whoo~! The road to friendship is paid with positive comments.”

“I already regret it.”

“And that… should… do it.” Alpha said as she stood up and tapped Alfreda on the head like she was knocking on a door as if expecting an immediate response. “Any minute now, I haven’t done this in a long time.”

“Would you be willing to take Jack as a slave as payment for fixing him?”

“You know the day he’s gone you’re going to know a pain unlike any other. I’m not making a threat, it’s a fact that’s going to happen.”

Alfreda gasped as he came back to the land of the living in shock. “WHERE AM I!? WHAT HAPPENED!? WHERE’S BLACK!?”

“The Alpha Plane, you killed Babidi saving the day, and… you killed Black.” Juan simplified.

“What the hell’s the Alpha Plane?”

“It’s where God lives.” Jack replied with a smile.

“S’up?” Alpha said with a grin.

“Okay you’re throwing a lot at me right now, because the God I know is a man… hippo monkey… thing. At least I think he is.”

“Oh you mean Lord? Yeah he’s a weird one, I still can’t figure out where he came from.”

“Wait you met God? Hold up aren’t you his mother?”

“Oh so because I was first everyone’s related to me? I’ve only had 9 children, the singularity species were a project but I didn’t use own bits of my being, you of all people should know that considering your species.”

“You’re gonna have to back up where, the hell does any of that mean, I was built by an insane prehensile mane using super villain as a mother, used as a stress ball for the world’s most shy girl, who I am 90% sure has some kind of connection to a Giant Red Dog O War I just met, and am most likely being tracked by my new arch enemy, the what if child of Unico and Atomic Skull.”

Juan blinked. “Did you take a class on how to monologue like Rodney Dangerfield or was that a side effect of Alpha pulling the crayons outta your nose?”

“No. I just remembered a bunch of shit I didn’t before, it’s confusing, but it answers some of my questions, so I’m kinda torn.”

“Also she fixed the portal gun.”

“It was broken? When did that happen?”

“Goku Black smashed it. Said traveling across worlds was ‘a sin to try and do by anyone who was not a god.’ Well I can say you put the fear of God back into him. Not that it matters, his ass is definitely going straight to Hell. And Babidi too.”

“Wait. I killed him?”

“Yeah you killed all of them. And Zamasu.”

“Wait. Wasn’t he Immortal? Was it some only Immortal can kill an Immortal? Like the Highlander?”

“Yes. Like the Highlander, only you didn’t leave a body behind.”

“Then it’s not the Highlander.”

“I don’t f*cking know, you went on a murder spree, you killed him, then you killed Black, I don’t really care how.” Juan said annoyed with explaining.

“So we don’t have to worry about them anymore is the bottom line?”

“Yes.”

“Okay I just wanted to be sure, I must’ve blacked out because I can’t recall a thing.” Alfreda then turned to Alpha. “So you’re God? Where were you when Saddle Rager ripped out my spine?”

“I’m not as omnipotent as you think, I don’t just show up like ‘poof’ because someone prayed to me really hard, at least not all the time like you might think I can, I gave that up a long time ago.”

“Why?”

“Imagine knowing everything that has, is, and will happen, in every waking moment of your life, get back to me when the burden of omnipotence is too much.”

“Okay you got me beat, I loathe the burden of never dying every day, but that sounds so goddamn mind numbing already.” Alfreda then got a better look around the house. “So you’ve been in a California Loft for all this time?”

“This is the Alpha Plane, my home, I change it’s appearance from time to time when it gets dull, believe me, watching over all creation from here just by myself can get old very quickly if you’re not creative.”

“You don’t have kids? You know like God has Jesus, Odin has Thor, Osiris has Horus… okay those last two are the only ones I have that aren’t the result of inbreeding. You know what I’m talking about.”

“I have nine actually, all girls. Seven are in a deep slumber, two… are dead.” Alpha replied, hesitant to reference the other two, signifying how deep their death’s hurt her.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Alfreda replied stroking her back to soothe her.

“It’s been a millennium since, I guess someone has to be. And please stop stroking me like that.”

“Oh sorry, is your fur naturally this soft or do you do something with it?”

“Au natural.”

“Wait wasn’t Isis-” Juan started to say before Alfreda stopped him holding his hand up, signaling now was not the time for that.

“Well I gotta say thanks for fixing the portal gun and saving my brain I guess, so do we barter about this or-”

“On the house. I actually enjoyed your company. I gave it a little boost, feel free to pop by anytime, just pray as a call ahead.”

“Bonus.” Alfreda said with a smile before firing it at the window creating a portal to walk through. “I’m friends with God!”

“You mind fixing this thing?” Juan asked holding out a small green and white robot in his hands. “I got it working but it won’t change or anything.”

Alpha looked it over and tapped its chest causing it to glow then passed it back to him. “What exactly did you do to this one? That should’ve worked.”

“Well we need a ride, and I don’t want him trying to crush us so I just rendered him brain dead no biggie, the dude tried to kill a lot of people.” Juan replied stepping through.

“You should try cooking you chicken at. Flower temperature.” Jack said holding something charred in his hand as he jumped through the portal before it closed.

Alpha stifled a gag as she was left alone in the Alpha Plane again.

“That…wasn’t chicken.”

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The three wirewolves popped up on an asteroid surrounded by worlds brimming with new plant life.

“Jesus, I guess Poison Ivy won in this universe.” Alfreda said looking around.

“How do you know who that is?” Juan asked.

“Apparently I watched a lot of pop culture before I met you guys, Alpha must clicked that on too. What’s with the toy?” Alfreda asked pointing to Juan’s hand holding said toy.

“This isn’t a toy. It’s Hexatron.”

“Didn’t he try to murder us back with those Lost Lighters or whatever on Earth? I was asleep for that I think I don’t really know.”

“Yeah, but six modes, and Black destroyed the Warthog, I decided to kill two birds with one stone.” Juan pressed a button on his gauntlet and tossed the figure up, causing it to transform into a large spaceship with three seats. “The guy’s brain dead so I asked Chromedome to help connect his bodily functions to my gauntlet, and Alpha to jumpstart his spark.”

“You a crazy motherf*cker to think this will pan out well.”

“Oh no I’m a sociopath I’ll admit this, but do you know anyone else with a robot car?”

“No, and honestly, I don’t care, as long as it flies.” Alfreda replied getting in. “Shotgun!”

“Shotgun- f*ck.” Jack said a second too late before getting in the back.

Juan jumped into the pilot seat looking to his passengers. “So what do you want to do in particular here? Find some famous locals? Murder a local villain?”

“I want to go home Juan, I didn’t ask for an adventure too.”

“Well what’s the point of a trip back home if you can’t enjoy it?”

“I’m positive we’ve been gone for so long everyone I’ve loved is most likely dead I’d rather we show up while I can still look at the bodies.”

“Fine. You’re panicking over nothing I hope you know that.” Juan replied starting the thrusters and sending them zooming across the stars. “I already love this car and take back all the shit I said about him!”

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Sigil almost fell asleep at the radar until a beep it made jerked him back to reality as a blip went across the screen.

“Yo where’s the boss? They’re back. Somehow.”

“Busy with something else.” A Sweeper changing the lightbulbs in the ceiling replied, briefly looking at the radar for a second. “Said something about two cosmic anomalies of power showing up on the scanners. Oh hey that’s actually the universe she found it.”

“Well Alfreda and his Band of Misfit Boys are in the same universe. Think we should tell her then?”

“Nah, let it be a pleasant surprise. I mean we just lost a large amount of our Blot Forces, Megatron, Starscream went rouge in that universe, and that Anti Alfreda Mobileformer shit she was trying out is gone, this’ll keep her distracted as it is.”

As The Sweeper and Sigil continued their work, Daybreaker looked at the radar with a small smile. “Oh I look forward to meeting you face to face Logic, I promise you it’ll be something to remember.”

Daybreaker chuckled to herself as she walked out of the room, giddy in what Alfreda’s resurgence from brief secrecy would bring.

Author's Note

FINALLY! After a long time this is done. Season 1 Is going on hiatus until further notice. Leave your comments below, and I'm also going to be posting this one my page on DeviantART.

Season Two will happen but I'm just very busy right now and want to take a break.