Location: Prime Earth, Singapore. POV: Victor.

"Mmm... Smell that air." I sighed to myself, inhaling the scent of Trinkets, computers, Quick-Bite Food and drink, leather and plastics as I stepped into the convention hall in Marina Bay sands. Sure, I've been here before, but I liked seeing what was new around here. I carefully avoided bumping into a guy dressed up as Squall from Final Fantasy XIII and trekked on in, avoiding a kid trying to grab my cloak. This was one of the years where I’d decided to come in Cosplay.

I guess you're wondering what I'm dressed up as, right? Well, I was dressed in a full-on Oberon Prime Warframe, the only changes being that I had an Oryx helm, a pale Ashen grey Primary and the secondary colour scheme was a Halloween Blood Red along with the energy, while the normally gold parts were colored silver, as well as the ‘Ramparts’ being replaced by the Hoof-like design on Normal Oberon’s hands. I always did like the normal Oberon appearance as well as the Alt Oryx helmet, the Freyach skin always turning me away because of how it looked.

I'd also gone with the Harkonar Wraith Chest plate, while going for the Prisma Edo Shoulder and Shin guards, mostly in my Warframe's colour Palette, only with the secondary Coloration being Blue. However, I'd disregarded the Twitch Syandana that my Oberon normally wore, instead replacing it with a Wolfswood Hunter Cloak. My costume right arm was also different, being a Robotic Arm that resembled an ashen grey and red version of Adam Jensen's Cybernetic Arm, with Yellow Accents. However, nobody even noticed my addition to my costume, focusing only on my Cloak alone!

I sighed as I propped up War, having made it myself out of Polymer and Metal, before glancing at my bare right shoulder, where a homemade Prisma Edo Plate used to be. When I made the Plates, I only could afford to make it out of plastic and clay, the result being a pair of beautiful, yet fragile shoulder plates.

That meant that when somebody rammed me, their actions dislodged my right shoulder plate and shattered it, resulting in a week of hard work going down the drain because somebody was too careless. I fought down a growl at the memory, remembering the smug little bastard running off laughing after breaking the plate.

"That Little Bastard's gonna pay when I get my hands on... Hello, what's this?" I blinked when I spotted a stall, one that seemed to appear where there was nothing earlier on. It seemed to have a lot of items, most being related to costumes and replicas of weapons, though a Prisma Edo Plate seemed to jump right out at me, glittering with light.

In an instant, my alarm bells started ringing even as I stepped closer, attracted by my own curiosity on what was there. It was then that the shopkeeper, who I noticed, was dressed up as a rather dapper looking Darvo, noticed me. "Hey~TennO!" The Corpus Merchant laughed as I stepped up with a smile. "Good to see you, Darvo." I said, playing along with the guy whom I suspected was a Void Displacer. I've read enough Fanfics to know where this is going!

"So Tenno, you up for a little job on the side?" Darvo said, reciting a line from the game. However, my expression darkened when I heard that line, to which I lifted a hand. "Okay, jokes aside, what would a Displacer want with me?" I asked, my voice taking on a gravelly tone similar to Adam Jensen's. The moment I said that, Darvo instantly froze, all trace of any jovial mood vanishing in a blink.

"You're aware of what I am?" Darvo asked with a raised brow. I nodded in return. "Yes. Your stall had just the right Items I was looking for, that being a shoulder plate for my costume. Not to mention you also noticed that I had also sneaked a Human Revolution reference via my right arm... Something most people don't even realize until pointed out since they focus on the fact that I'm wearing a Wolfswood Hunter cloak. Also, the stall's been mostly ignored, even though you have very high quality gear, and I've seen stalls with lesser quality gear be swamped by customers.” I told him. “However..." I started digging for my wallet as I spoke. "That doesn't mean I'm not willing for a new adventure. World's kinda boring as it is, my Job is holding me down, I feel unsatisfied with how stale everything is here, there’s too much propaganda and bullshite everywhere, and I feel that being sent to another world would be a really good adventure to have."

"You're... Willing to be sent off?" Darvo asked with a puzzled look, to which I responded with a mere nod, before the Void Being grinned. "Well, first day on the job for me and my first Displaced is a willing one!" Darvo chuckled. I cocked a brow, but chose not to say anything, instead choosing to scan the products on the table.

Now that I got a better look at the table, there were quite a lot of items, a fair few of them rather large, like the Kingdom Hearts Keyblades, full-sized Buster Swords of varying types, A few Greatswords with a majority looking like they came from Dark Souls and several heavy guns, including the Heavy's Minigun, Sasha, a Corpus Opticor laser cannon, both variants of the Gjallarhorn and what looked an awful lot like Crying Wolf's Railgun from MGS4.

There were also quite a few medium sized cosplay items, mostly of weapons such as SMGs, Auto-Rifles, Pistols, Revolvers, Daggers, Swords and Shields, Tools like wrenches, hacking devices, Power Tools or flares, Cosmetics ranging from Masks, to Collars, armor pieces and TF2 Hats, all the way down to consumables such as Plasmids, Vigors, CoD Zombies Drinks and even the Heavy and Scout's respective consumables being sold at the table in canned and bottled form.

I then pointed at the Edo Shoulder Plate I’d seen earlier. "I'll take that Prisma Edo plate. And how much would those weapons and foodstuffs cost?" I asked as I pointed at an Assault Rifle, a Hand Cannon, a Rocket Launcher, the Sidearm and a Fusion Rifle, the latter four of them Destiny Exotics along with the snacks. Dravo raised a brow at my choice, but chose not to comment. "Well, normally, it'd cost roughly around a hundred dollars each for each weapon, but since you know you're not going to stick around for very long, I'll give you a discount. How would a 70% Discount do?"

I grinned as I said, "Deal!" and passed Darvo the four hundred and eighty bucks I owed, then attached the Prisma Edo Plate to my shoulder, hearing it *Click* into place, before picking up the Karak Wraith, the Ace of Spades Hand Cannon, the Queenbreaker's Bow, the Drang pistol and the gold-coloured Gjallarhorn Rocket Launcher I’d picked. What? They were decent weapons, and since I was mainly cosplaying as a Warframe, I wasn't limited to Destiny's 'Not More than One Exotic Rule.'

Hey, if a Prime Warframe can carry three Prime weapons all at once, what makes Exotics any different? Not to mention that I could always use the Gjallarhorn in a pinch. I'd also bought a Dalakohs Bar, a Bottle of Bonk! Blutonium Berry, a Sandvich and a bottle of Deadshot Daiquiri, Stamin-Up and PhD Flopper. What? I was both Hungry and Thirsty and I'd rather be irradiated then figure out first hand what's in Mad Milk!

I then turned to Darvo. "Thank you, my friend." I grinned. Darvo gave me a similar grin in return. "And many thanks to you as well. Oh, and mind the bump on the way down." As he finished saying that, a portal just barely wide enough to fit me opened up below my feet.

“Well now.” I blinked, before I quickly struck a pose based on Oberon's Noble stance just I plummeted through the portal, falling into the Void itself.

POV: Third Person, Darvo...

Darvo watched as his First Displaced was sent off to his new home, the Void Being not missing the Noble Stance the soon-to-be Tenno warrior had taken just before he vanished.

"Something tells me this new Displaced is going to change his world, but for better or for worse, I can't tell." Darvo murmured with a serious expression, before it was replaced with a half-grin. "Well, that just means he's not going to be boring, that's one thing for certain!" The Void being chuckled, before spotting a Person dressed up as a much slimmer, adult-looking Circus Baby from Sister Location walking nearby with a rather vexed expression.

Darvo quickly dropped his perception Filter and steeled himself as the girl walked closer. 'GameFace, Darvo, GameFace.' the Hundred and Fifty year old Void being thought as he put those Seventy plus years of Trading to the test.

"Ah yes, how may I help you?" The 'Young' Void Being grinned, readying himself to send off his second Displaced to Equestria... But that's another story for somebody else!

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Roughly similar time to Victor entering the convention on his world... Planet: Earth-63666, Third Planet from the Sol sun. POV: Unknown…

"Well, isn't this grand?" I sighed, stretching as I did so and hearing my servos whine and click at the same time. I had a good reason to feel fairly relaxed, mostly due to the recent laws that allowed Omnics similar rights as humans.

As you can probably guess by what I just pointed out, I'm an Omnic... Well, almost all of my entire family are Omnics. Combat/Entertainer Model FF-X01 at your service, but you can call me Franny if you wish!

If you're wondering what my Family is, I'm sure you've heard of a haunted/cursed Pizzeria chain called Freddy Fazbear's, right? Well, when the facility known as Fazbear's Fright burned down twenty years ago, my 'Father', Henry Fazbach found this old and rather charred robot within the wreckage and decided to reverse engineer what was left of it. After he managed to gain an understanding of it, as well as procuring a bunch of rather corrupted blueprints from it's somewhat intact Hard Drive, he created me, my sister Foxy and my brothers Bonnie and Chico as the newest in line of Animal-Based combat Omnics, only to change his mind just after he'd finished and modified us for entertainment instead... He never did mention why, though I can't help but notice we were modified for both types of Entertainment, both child and adult alike.

Anyway, a year after he made us, he built four more Omnics like us, those being my Little Brother Frederick, Foxy's little Sister, Maggie, Chico's little sister, Chica, and Bonnie's baby sister, Bon-Bon, only without the combat enhancements.

Of course, a month after creating our little siblings, some crazy event called the 'Omnic Crisis' happened, with most Omnics around the world being driven into a Crazed 'Destroy all Humans' State... Except for us, which neither our father or any of us could understand why. Foxy, the Cheeky-Smart aleck that she is, had theorised that perhaps it was due to our designs coming from the 'Cursed Fazbear Robots.' I had kicked her upside the head for making such a daft remark.

Anyway, once we sorted things out, we, as in, the older Omnic siblings, decided to fight back against the rogue Omnics due to originally being designed for combat, barely holding our own up until Overwatch came into the picture. At the time, we were half expecting to be gunned down along with the rogue Omnics, Reyes not helping by holding Foxy at gunpoint, only for the leader, Jack Morrison to actually ask if we wanted to help Overwatch. We didn't hesitate to join, sticking around up until the Omnic crisis came to an end. After that, we stayed as reserve members, staying in touch with many of the crew.

Anyway, I've wasted enough time reminiscing. Point was, when the law finally passed that was to give Omnics similar rights to humans, quite a few people set up several conventions to celebrate the event. Since this was the first con we'd ever attended, we were more than willing to dress up as our favorite fictional characters. I'd come dressed as Cammy from Street Fighter, my brother Fredrick coming as Isaac Clarke in a CEC Engineering Suit, while Foxy had come dressed as a BLU Demoman from TF2, wearing mostly a 'Demopan' loadout and having an actual functioning Sticky Jumper, while Chica had dressed up as Abigail 'Fetch' Walker from InFamous Second Son.

Bon-Bon had decided to come dressed as a Destiny Hunter, wearing mostly Iron Saga gear that she'd made herself, even though she wasn't a Fan of Destiny as a game, since the long defunct company, Bungie ran it and themselves into the ground with their thickheaded drive for more money, while Maggie had dressed up as her Skyrim character... Who had an awful lot of mods to get where she was. That meant I had a robotic vixen dressed in skimpy 'Stalhrim' Armor following the group with a 'Stalhrim' shield slapped on her back. The fact that she was rather 'Well-Endowed' made a few heads turn her way.

Bonnie was dressed as Takeo from Origins, even going as far as to actually modify his hair so that it'd resemble Takeo's hairstyle and beard! I still don't know how he even did it, since that stuff doesn’t even grow out.

I turned to look at Chico, who'd come dressed as the default hunter class, Mordecai from the Borderlands series. He was looking rather grumpy, not that I could blame him. Most of us had forgotten key parts of our cosplay attire, with Chico somehow accidentally leaving his replica Cobra rifle on the bus, much to his Chagrin. I myself had forgotten Cammy's Beret and Maggie had forgotten her 'Stalhrim' Gloves and Bastard Sword. Foxy had left behind her Frying Pan and shades, something I'm actually confused about right now, and Bonnie had accidentally left his Katana and Staff of Fire at home. BonBon had been unable to make the weapons she wanted, so she was a Hunter with no weapons, while my brother was unable to properly finish his costume, the helmet being unfinished, so he was bare headed, with Chica being unable to find a purple wig, to her annoyance, so her head was bare as well.

"This Bloody well sucks." Chica muttered, her British accent being most noticeable in her frustration. I couldn't help but nod, mostly since I'd spent a long time working on our costumes, only for several accidents to take away most of our hard work! Seemed rather contrived now that I thought about it...

It was then that Foxy grabbed our attention when we saw her walking towards a stall run by a guy dressed up as Xur the Agent of the Nine from the game, Destiny. He looked up the moment Foxy got close, before he spoke. "Ah, I see you are interested in my wares. How may this Agent help you?" he asked. Foxy simply looked at him and asked, "Whaddya got?" she asked with her rather strong Irish accent. Xur simply swept his hand across his table and said, "See for yourself."

I had to say, the Items he had were pretty damned good. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they weren't even 3D printed copies and were either handmade models and snacks or the actual item from their respective games, cartoons or movies. I think I saw what looked like Cortana's AI chip, a revolver resembling Revolver Ocelot's Tornado-6 from MGS5 and I think there was a Fallout 4 Gauss Rifle.

Frankly, I wasn't surprised to see the others buying whatever Items they wanted/needed, though for some reason, Bonnie hesitated a bit when reaching for a Katana, before he went and picked the replica of Wilt and Blush, the weapon of that Bull Bastard from that shitty Web Show, though he still took the Katsuragi's Blood. I actually blinked at what I noticed, before deciding to ask him about it later.

Chico had done the same, grabbing a Hyena Infra-Dead rather than the Cobra Rifle that was sitting next to it, though he also grabbed a Borderlands Violator that had been next to the Cobra. BonBon had grabbed a Nikana Prime as well as a Symbiosis version of the Sturm Hand Cannon and a Queenbreaker's Bow Fusion Rifle, while Maggie had taken a pair of Warlock Ophidian Aspects Gauntlets as well as a Sword resembling the Dawnbreaker from the Elder Scrolls.

Fredrick had taken an M-96 Mattock Rifle along with the Plasma Cutter and a CEC Engineering helmet, while Foxie had picked up a pair of Twin Rogga as well as a Frying Pan and Dangeresque Too shades, while Chica had picked up a replica of FF-XIII's Lionheart as well as a purple Wig that resembled Fetch's hair, something she quickly slipped on to see how she looked. I myself had picked up Bayonetta's personal pistols... All four of them along with Cammie's Beret, I couldn't resist the temptation, they were so well made!

I noticed that I wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Xur had as well and one of his glowing eyes had widened slightly, signifying a raised brow. "Interesting." he said, before the corners of his eyes turned up and a thin white glowing curved line formed in the fog, showing that he was grinning, which caused me to shiver.

That was Creepy, but I shook it off. "How much for the lot?" I asked, rootling around for my wallet. "For all those Items? Nine hundred Quid." We froze at that. We only had around a Hundred pounds between the eight of us. Thinking quickly, I started digging through my inventory, before pulling out a replica of a rather familiar Pulse Rifle. It was based off the blueprints I'd seen when the squad I was a part of had been visiting the Overwatch Labs, and I'd noticed that Jack Morrison seemed interested in it. Sure, he'd have to wait a little longer to get it, but I'd literally saved those diagrams in my head, so I could easily make another.

"How much would this be worth?" I asked Xur, who was staring at the weapon with wide eyes. He wasn't the only one. Bonnie's jaw had extended so much that I'd thought for a moment that'd detached from his endoskeleton. "Franny, what are you doing?!" Maggie and Fredrick gasped, not surprising, since Maggie and my younger twin brother were the only ones who actually knew what I'd been working on prior to the Convention. "Trying to make sure we get a fair trade." I sighed.

Xur had meanwhile, taken the Copied weapon and was looking it over, quietly muttering something that BonBon and Bonnie were straining to hear. Then he looked up at me. "I suppose I can give you a discount. Six Hundred for the lot." I blinked, processing what he said. "That cheap?" I asked.

"This is a really well made replica, better than what most can do, and considering that it's also mostly homemade. Most would cheat by using a 3D printer for all the parts, but you just made it from scratch with minimal help from a 3D printer, so I believe it's worth a lot." I felt my cheeks warm up from the compliment. "T-Thanks." I said, as my siblings and I passed Xur the cash required to make the transaction.

"A Pleasure doing business with you, my friend." Xur said with a rictus grin. "Oh, and mind the drop."

"Eh?" I asked, before a hole opened beneath me. "Crap!" I yelled, trying to grab the edge of the hole, only for my fingers to miss the suddenly much wider hole. "Sorry, but no." was the last words I heard from the trader before my vision was filled with silver and blue light plus a lot of wisps fog. "Why Does this feel like something out of a Bad Fanfic!?" I screamed as I plummeted after my siblings, before I lost consciousness.

The Omnic Convention... POV: Third Person Xur.

Xur watched as the Portal snapped shut behind the Omnic bear, before the creepy grin vanished, being replaced with a Solemn expression from his glowing eyes alone. "It is a good thing to know that she'd never find out what's to come for this world." the Reef Trader sighed, before looking at the pulse rifle Franny had given him. "A Replica this maybe, but a good weapon for the right person." Xur whispered, before holding out a left hand. A flash of light later, and a small sphere shrouded by an angular metal shell that split into eight panels appeared. A Ghost of the Traveller.

"Xur? Why have you summoned me at this time? Is something wrong?" The Ghost asked, the voice a male monotone, but carried a tinge of concern. "It's nothing, old friend. I need you to help find a new owner for this Artifact." Xur said as he waved a hand at the Pulse Rifle. The Ghost twitched a few panels, obviously confused by what he was asked to do, but did so anyway. A full minute had ticked by, before he turned to Xur. "I have found around twenty-five different possible universes with candidates for this item. Patching them in." The Ghost said, before vanishing as he merged back with Xur.

Putting his left hand to his head, Xur never so much as twitched as the images of many a Convention in several different universes and planets flashed through his head. A few times, Xur could be noted to shake his head, mutter a soft 'no' and at one point, even grimaced at one of the choices while muttering a soft yet harsh 'Hell No.'

However, it was one of the choices that made him pause. "Hm... Good chemistry together, already partners, possible relationship between themselves... That can work, though I'll need to get a Healing Staff for 'Mercy'..." Xur muttered.

Xur then lowered his hand from his head, the image of a Violet-eyed Grey Bunny dressed as Mercy and a Green-eyed Red Fox dressed as Soldier 76 blinking out of his mind's eye as he did. "I only hope that they never lose sight of who they truly are." Xur whispered, before vanishing in a flash of dull green light, leaving no trace that he'd ever been there.

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Also Roughly the Same time to Victor's Convention... (This is the last one, I promise.) Planet: Emoh, Third Planet from the Sirius Star... POV: Urara Belzewolf...

"Vhy did I even listen to Ruki?" I grumbled, as I walked into the convention hall of Jump City. This was the first one that many a Kemono could enjoy ever since the Defeat of Omega a year ago, the Convention being set on the day of his defeat as a form of celebration. My ex-rival and friend, Ruki Rufus had wanted to go there, actually managing to procure a few outfits for herself, her mate Wolufu and her sister Vulpa. She tried to get me one, but I rejected it... At first. She was, very convincing.

'I hate it when she does the cute little Cub eyes...' I grumbled mentally, as I trekked in wearing an opened 'Varida Hood' and it’s accompanying Suit... Or at least the shirt part. I still wore my dress underneath it. 'Even at Sixteen years old and pregnant, she's still that cute cub I met four years ago!' I blushed. Hey! I'm not a Lesbian! Can't I at least appreciate a person's appearance, even if they're the same gender!? Okay... I may have had, keyword, HAD a Crush on her when I was younger, but that was... Well, Crushed, when I found Wolufu had mated Ruki, and completed the bond.

Anyway, I gritted my teeth as yet another person asked if I was 'Lost' and where my mother was. A swift kick to the shins shut him up as I stomped off in a huff. That was a problem I've had for a very long time since I was ten years old after an attack on my clan by Omega himself, though Omega didn't directly curse me. No, ironically it was I who ended up Cursing myself when I opened a Chest containing a demon sealed away by my Clan's ancestors long ago... Then again, I never even knew about a fellow Belzewolf named Kitoma or the fact that some of the Clan children had survived, so I thought I was the last one and thus, had nothing left to lose. As a matter of fact, I never thought that I'd even survive fighting Omega or taking him down!

And, even though I survived, I now don't know what to do. I mean, I was unable to find a way to remove the demon from my Jägan, at least, not without killing me, the rotten thing won't listen to me when I wanted to negotiate with it on letting me grow up and Kitoma had become Clan leader of the most recent Belzewolf clan. To make matters worst, I even didn't know when my exact date of birth actually was, mostly since the original clan used the old methods of using the stars!

If it weren't for Ruki understanding what I said, I'd probably be having an ID that said I was a lot younger than what I actually was! Hell, I was older than Ruki by about a year or two, though now I currently look six years younger than her! Worst part, I couldn't get a Boyfriend, a Husband or a Mate of any kind, mostly due to my physical appearance making me look like jailbait!

I sighed. Even though Ruki has tried to help me the best that she could, I knew she wasn't going to succeed. Even if I could get a suitor, I'd likely outlive him by years, If not centuries. Add in the fact that I had originally expected to die avenging my clan and species, I had made no real plans to actually live my own life after the defeat of Omega. That meant that I was, as how Wolufu, crass as he is would put it: 'Up Shit Creek without a Paddle.'

I wasn't rendered barren, thankfully, but with my child-like appearance, I had about as much of a chance of getting a mate as Ruki Rufus had a chance of becoming an abusive or neglectful mother! Highly unlikely and downright ridiculous!

I was shaken from my thoughts by a paw gently being placed on my left shoulder, causing me to turn and see that Ruki was trying to get my attention. "Is something the matter, Urara?" She asked, her soft mellow voice carrying concern. I noticed Wolufu, who was standing next to her with a similar level of Concern in his eyes. He still wore the Red Bandana he had as a cub around his neck, but also wore an armored saddle due to the fact that he was cosplaying as Ruki's Mount for today... Personally, I suspect he's going to be riding her when they get home, but I digress! I put on a smile, while trying not to make it look pained as I did. "It's notzing, just a lettle distracted."

I then heard Wolufu sigh, the large feral wolf looking more than a little annoyed. "Urara, you've been ‘distracted’ ever since Omega's defeat and the revival of the Belzewolf clans. I know something's bothering you and Ruki can't help you if you keep hiding it." I flinched as if struck, mostly due to the fact that Wolufu had hit two of the main problems on the head and seemingly didn't even know about it. Vulpa, however, swatted Wolufu upside the head and start admonishing him for being rude, though I tuned it out and carefully slowed down my pacing so that they could go on ahead.

As I watched them walk off, I couldn't help but feel that the damned mutt was right somewhere. I did need to tell Ruki what exactly was bothering me, which was a combination of Not having a mate, surviving the final battle that killed Omega and a few of our Allies, finding out that I wasn't the last Belzewolf after all, discovering that I would likely stay young for the rest of my life, my broken heart over her mating Wolufu and my patchworked memory... "Ach, I hate reflecting!" I snarled quietly, blinking back furious tears as I punched a wall, before noticing something odd.

A human. Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'What is a Human doing on Emoh and how do I know about them?' Well, as it turns out, humans, or at least a variant of them, had been one of many beings already on Emoh for a long time. They hadn't been around as long as the Kemonos and had either weak magic, or no magic at all, but they had been adaptive, being able to create many devices years ahead of whatever Kemono-kind had at the time.

The Oozaru Race, and later Omega had targeted them first due to how dangerous they were to them, almost wiping the Humans to extinction, but they didn't bet on the Humans being one step ahead of them, evading and sabotaging their operations on the former, while on the latter, managing to actually severely injure him to the point that he had to recover for a Decade or two. It was one of the reasons why Omega had taken so long to get started on corrupting this world, and when he was finally killed, the Humans finally came out of hiding.

Anyway, I've prattled on long enough. While Rare, humans weren't all that eye catching, especially in normal clothes. No, The reason this particular human caught my attention was because he had red skin, was dressed up strange looking robes and had a silver pyramid shaped head-piece that covered his eyes and the upper part of his face. He had his hands together as if in prayer, but only had the fingertips and base of his hands together, the middle of his hands being spread to form a diamond shape with his hands. He was standing in front of a stall that had a lot of items, ranging from large items like Buster swords, suits of armor and large guns, to smaller items and trinkets such as medals, scarves, snacks and even data devices.

The Trader looked up at me, before smiling as I stepped up to his stall. "Ah, a new customer, how may this humble trader serve you, madam?" he asked. I blinked in surprise. Did he-? "I took note of how you carry yourself when you entered this place, being like that of an adult woman, rather than a child acting like one, and your eyes carry age not that of a child of your supposed age. Not even child soldiers have such eyes." he said. "It must be tiring to be treated as a child, even though your eyes and posture say otherwise."

"Ach, you haff no Idea." I sighed in relief. I'd long since lost count of many talking to me as if I was a mere little cub, even though my actual age was roughly around Seventeen years of age. It'd been that way ever since I was ten years old. .. Stupid Demon. Why did I think opening that casket was a good idea? Oh wait, I was ten years old and all alone at the time, AND I'd just watched my Mother and the last known Belzewolf, to me at the time, that is, die right in front of me! Of course I'd take that option!

Shaking off the bad memories, I turned to the strange looking trader. "So... Vat do you hav?" I asked him. The Trader smiled, before sweeping a hand over his wares. "See for yourself." he said with that same Smarmy attitude. I glanced at what he had on the table, noting that quite a few of his items were rather good in terms of quality. I picked up a knife, checking its weight. It was really well balanced, and judging by the hiss as I gave it a few testing swings, was rather sharp. I then put it down and checked the rest of his wares, before a few of them caught my eye.

"Oh... Zis looks good." I grinned as I picked a rather wicked looking revolver-like weapon that looked like it was made out of black Chitin and metal, while also picking an ornate greatsword that emitted embers from the blade and a beautifully crafted gold crossguard and hilt. The last items I picked were a pair of healing tools from a game Wolufu accidentally introduced me to, which was a Medi-gun known as the Kritzkrieg and a Fan-made Medigun called the Kralle... I wondered why it was even there, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I mean, an obviously powerful hand cannon, a magical sword and a bunch of medical items from my favorite... Well, only video game was a pretty good thing to gain. "How much?" I asked the stall owner.

"Well, it would normally cost two Hundred and fifty Euro each..." I blanched at the price, that was more than I could earn in a month, but he wasn't quite done. "...But since you're the first person I've met who'd want all of these at the same time, I'll give you a 60% Discount, and I'll toss in this bottle of Widow's Wine for free." The Shopkeeper said with a toothy grin as he brandished a black bottle of wine marked with a white spider that also had a red lipstick-like marking on the abdomen. I felt my eye twitch at the name of the Wine, but I held in my anger. "Deal." I said, swallowing my anger and passed the Trader the currency, before taking the items. I took note that the trader had passed me a few harnesses for easy carry, to which I attached to various parts of my body, the Hand Cannon going on my Left Thigh under my dress, the Sword going on my back and the two Mediguns being attached in their custom holsters. "Danke, I appreciate this." I said with as much warm honesty I could muster.

"As do I. Come back soon." the Trader's expression then turn solemn. "By the way, do mind the drop on the way down."

"Vhat drop?" I asked, right before a void portal opened up under my paws. "Ach... Zat Drop." I flatly stated, cursing myself for not realizing it was all too good to be true, before I plummeted through it.

Back at the Emoh Convention... POV: Third Person, Baro Ki'teer...

Baro watched as the little wolf vanished into the portal, noting that she didn't even put up a fight, even though he knew full well that she had the power and capability to do so. The Void Trader shook his head sadly, expelling a sigh.

"Stay safe, little warrior, and may you get what you've so desired since the end of your last adventure." he said, before spotting a different grey Kemono vixen, who for some reason, was dressed up as a Destiny Warlock, wearing several exotic items at once. 'What a show off, but a customer's a customer...' Baro thought with disgust, before putting on that same Smarmy demeanor from earlier.

"Hello there golden warrior, just back from the void, I presume?" He asked, keeping up the act as he readied another person for a one way trip through the void...
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Location: Planet Equus, Everfree Forest. POV: Victor...

I awoke with a sigh, feeling more well rested than I'd ever been in ages. "Damn, that was a nice rest." I muttered to myself, before checking myself. I was still in my Oberon Prime outfit, only that it wasn't as heavy as before. As a matter of fact, I now moved fluidly, as if the suit wasn't just lifeless material in the shape of a Warframe, but was as alive as I was. However, I realized something pretty quickly when I lifted the loincloth... Ten Inches of something.

"Well, this is embarrassing..." I muttered with a blush, feeling a breeze around my privates as I dropped the loincloth back over them. Apparently, Darvo kept me as somewhat human, rather than using Update 18's version of what the Warframes were... And that Oberon has an even bigger reason to wear a Loincloth. Without a crotch plate under the cloth, my now much larger junk would be rather exposed if I let myself fall from a decent height.

I lamented over the fact that I was basically commando, before sighing. No point whining about it. May as well get used to it. I glanced around, trying to see where I was. I took note that I was in some sort of woodsy area, with a lot of trees, a river nearby and what seemed to be a few rocks jutting out of the ground. However, I took note that while the place was grassy and rather natural, there was also a faint smell of smog that was common around industrial cities. Since it was faint, I could tell this was rather far from a city, yet close enough for the scent to reach my nose.

A low rumble made me glance up, my eyes meeting dark clouds and the faint flickers of lightning flashing through them, even as they were shrouded by the treetops. "Better find some shelter." I muttered, glancing around, before spotting what looked like the entrance of a rather small cave a few metres to my right, that I'd mistaken for a rock. I grinned at the sight of it. 'Thank you once again, Darvo!' I thought as I made my way into the natural structure. The interior of the cave was mossy and soggy, though not to the point that it was bothersome, just enough for it to squelch softly with each step, with what looked like several roots of a few trees poking through the patches of dirt that made up parts of the Cave's mouth.

The sound of raindrops on mossy forest floor hit my ears, before the sound became harsher as the rain grew heavier. Within minutes, All I could see was the whiteness of the rain pouring so heavily that it was almost opaque. 'Yikes.' I thought, thankful that I managed to find shelter in time. Even though I was wearing full armor, I didn't want my recently acquired foodstuff to get soaked by the rain! I then grabbed a few roots and started ripping them off the cave walls, noting that they were rather dry. 'Should make for a relatively decent fire.' I mused, before spotting that a nearby tree's branch was poking into the cave mouth. Wasn't enough for the cave to completely shield the whole tree from the rain, but I was able to see parts that were unaffected. I put down my gear, pulled War off my back and swiped at the branch. It came off easily. I then carved off a chunk of bark from the tree and brought it into the cave, lying it down next to what I needed for my fire.

"Hmm... Could try all those fire lighting techniques I keep seeing people do in books and on TV..." I muttered, before having a thought. "Or maybe I could use my powers. Use it as control training. Yes..." I grinned, before flicking my fingers, pointing my hand at the pile of wood and snapping my fingers, causing a thin beam of red energy to hit the wood and... Blow it to splinters. "Whoops, too much energy." I muttered, before piling up some more bark and carefully generating another Smite, this time focusing on using even less energy and trying not to cause another explosion. This time, the Bark didn't explode, rather, it burst into flames rather quickly.

“Hmmm... Toasty.” I grinned as the fire grew a little, before arranging a bunch of pebbles around the rather small fire and carving up the tree outside even farther. Pretty soon, I had a somewhat bigger fire, a small pile of dried Bark as fuel within the cave and a rather Barkless tree still with it's leaves outside the cave. "Heh, never said I couldn't use my powers for more Mundane tasks." I chuckled as I carefully channelled void energy through my hands to generate heat so as to dry the rest of the bark that I had just carved off, before realizing that I was talking to myself.

“Hmmm... Lonely... I’m so lonely~.” I hummed. "Damn, guess I'm on my own here..." I sighed, before a growl made me turn around. "Uh..." I muttered awkwardly when I saw what looked like a massive bear made out of stars... And there was only one place that would make such a pun involving constellations. "This is Equestria, isn't it?" I grumbled flatly, before a Starry Paw was thrown my way... Only for me to dodge the fatal blow as if it were moving slowly. "What I could do for some Blinded by Light Music!" I Muttered to myself as I drew War from my back. “Or some This is Who you Are!” I yelped as I deflected the next blow.

Admittingly, I was hoping that this would be a long and exciting battle to remember. I mean, seriously, who wouldn't call a battle with a giant bear made out of stars Epic!? However, I would rapidly find out one little problem...

That apparently, when stabbed in the neck with a Greatsword made by the Sentients, the Ursa Major would cumple like wet tissue paper. "That... Was very anti-climatic." I muttered, an annoyed expression on my face. Then again, the War, as well as my Galatine Prime, were my strongest Melee weapons in Warframe, so what's to say that it wouldn't be here? "Well, at least it earned it's name of War." I sighed, before noticing that the Ursa's Corpse had started breaking up, and not like as in rotting, I mean that it was like a membrane had been punctured and the stars within it's body had started spilling out. I blinked, watching the sparkling light fly past me and into the stormy sky outside. For a whole minute, I did nothing but watch the surreal and beautiful sight, before the corpse disappeared completely, leaving nothing behind...

Except for what seemed to be a flickering vertical light, like that of a Warframe Blueprint. I walked up and picked it up to try and get a better look at it, only for it to vanish. "The Hell!?" I gasped, before noticing that I seemed to recognize what I'd picked up. Apparently, I was now the proud owner of an Ivara Helmet blueprint, something that made me blink. Apparently, they were not Neuroptics here, which means that if I find more of these, I'd have a large arsenal of suits I can swap out on a whim, rather than bio-mechanical meat puppets that require a chair to use.

"Ultra-gear...” I grinned, before checking what I had on me. Not only did I still have the War Greatsword that I'd made, I also had the Gjallarhorn, the Karak Wraith, the Queenbreaker's Bow and the Ace of Spades that I’d bought from Darvo. However, I didn't have any currency on me and the only thing I had for food was a Cadbury Cookies and Cream Chocolate bar along with the Dalakohs bar, the Sandvich and the drinks that I'd bought from Darvo. 'Bugger.' I thought, realizing that I'd somehow have to make two chocolate bars, a Sandvich, a Canned drink, two bottles of Super-Soda and a Super cocktail last for a day or so and with no proper refrigeration, I was going to have chocolate cookies and cream soup wrapped in aluminum within the hour.

'Great, what I'd give to have Buff Jack Frost’s powers right about now, rather than the powers of the Mythic Microwave...' I grumbled mentally. Shrugging it off, I stuffed the food items and my drinks into my carrier bag, that had somehow still remained with me after my void jump, before holstering my weapons and pushing myself to my feet... Or is it Hooves now? The Rook Ramparts on my feet make it confusing.

Anyway, I picked up my helmet and slipped it on, hearing a hiss of air and a 'click' of what sounded like air-tight seals clamping shut. 'Suit must be pressurized.' I mused, before noticing a radar that resembled Warframe's Mini-Map, showing each tree and rock that were large enough to act as barriers and cover, as well as how far the cave goes, which wasn't much, since I was sitting in the mouth of a small cavern.

'That's rather handy.' I thought, before deciding to try something. I held out my left hand, sorta like how a Destiny Guardian does when they summon their Ghost, and focused a bit, trying to see if I could pull up a menu. To my surprise, I found I did... Only it was different from the one from the game. Rather than finding a game-type menu, I found myself facing what looked like an inventory menu, sorta like the one from Dead Space. However, I also noticed a few tags near the top, the one that was open being labeled 'Inventory', while the others read 'Skills', 'Stats', 'Journal', 'Communications' and 'Abilities'. I decided to check the last one later, preferring to check what was in the inventory, since judging by the brackets and the number '6' within the brackets, it wasn't empty. There was what looked like a single Praxis Kit, a leather bound booklet, a Zenith 10mm pistol with no bullets, a Maxim-9, also with no Bullets and a bunch of mods for both weapons.

'Wonder why he gave me these?' I mused, before I shrugged, deciding to check the booklet. I held up my right hand to the ‘menu’ and then tapped on the book. To my surprise, the booklet vanished, the pistol taking up the spot where it have previously been, while I noticed my bag had become a little heavier than before.

Closing my left hand, which also closed the menu, I then turned to my bag and dug through it, my right hand finding the book just sitting in there. Pulling it out, I got a better look at it.

The book's cover was wrapped in black leather, which actually smelt like the real deal. The pages seemed to be made of what smelt like Parchment, the colouration of it being a very pale, almost white, beige, while embossed on the cover in gold lettering, was the title of the book, 'So You’ve been Displaced: A Guide to being a Heroic, Evil or Neutral Multi-Dimensional Warrior.' There was no Author or Writer's name on the cover. A swift check on the next two pages inside revealed the same thing. A Title and Foreword, but no Author or Writer name. 'Huh, wonder who wrote this?' I wondered, before shrugging it off and started checking the table of contents.

I quickly discovered that whoever wrote this had the book start out with a Neutral standpoint at first, something that was written in the Foreword. Basically, the book follows the current owner's Karma alignment after they're displaced, and since I was a fresh Displaced, the book was set to neutral by Default. I hadn't committed any evil or heroic acts, so I could read this with an unbiased opinion that wasn't aligned to what is considered 'Evil' or 'Heroic'.

I sat down, and started flipping through the pages,deciding to learn what I needed to learn. 'Chapter One: Welcome to the multi-verse...'

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Location: Planet Equus, 25 metres from Victor's location. POV: Urara Belzewolf...

I hated the damnable bastard who sent me here! First thing I find out when I awaken? I find myself soaking wet, in the middle of a forest, while it's absolutely pouring with rain so thick it's practically a sheet, without a single natural shelter in sight! It's Official, EVERYTHING HATES ME! Worst part is, I can't seem to access my magic! I'd tried firing off any spell that I knew, ranging from powerful Blitz-draining firebomb spells to simple and Blitz-efficient non-combat spells, only to get nothing!

All I could do was wrap my hood over my head and try to brave the storm, cursing the gods, the person who sent me here, and myself for being thick enough to actually ignore what my instincts had been screaming at me when I got close to the trader! “I’m gott verdammned Powerless, Ich haff no Food... Gott, I don’t even haff any means to heal mien self!” I snarled.

I shook my head, realizing that I was starting to get vocal... Must be coming down with something. These clothes weren't designed for such wet or cold weather after all. The only thing I was thankful for, was that the Hoodie and vest Ruki had obtained for me was at least waterproof when compared to my dress, which was clinging to my body in an uncomfortable way...

I was shaken from my thoughts by an even harder sneeze, though this time, it was also accompanied by a feeling of Lightheadedness. 'Ach, Ich have to get out of this storm!' I thought, before spotting a light flickering in the sheet of rain that obscured my vision. Putting up a rain soaked paw, I was barely able to make out the entrance of a cave, the orange flickering glow of a campfire and what seemed to be a rather stripped tree outside, the bark having been scraped off to reveal the smooth white wood underneath.

All those signs pointed out either an old campsite, or someone was in the cave... And it was leaning closer on being the latter. I cursed quietly, or as quietly as one would if they were suffering from a severe cold and quickly decided to try my luck with the weather... Up until a sudden movement made me whirl around... And see the occupant of the cave.

Now, had I been at full power, I would have tried killing him the moment he'd broken from cover, but since my Magic wasn't working, and I was delirious from what was likely a severe cold, I was defenseless if he attacked me. The added problem was that he was really tall! Hell, if Vulpa was here, he'd tower over her by a head easily! I could tell he was male since he wasn't wearing a helmet, so I could see his human face clear as day, which meant that I could see he had black curly hair, a similar colored goatee on his chin, high cheekbones and red irises with a strange glow. He had a piece of metal embedded on his forehead, coloured silver with a bluish tinge, where a third eye was normally on a Belzewolf. His body was lean, deceivingly so, yet I could see that his muscles were as strong as steel under the suit.

I then took note that he seemed to relax his stance, taking his hand off the Revolver-like weapon he had on his side and raising his hands, as if to say he wasn't a threat. However, it was when I took a look at his lower body that I saw something that sent a tingle down my spine and lower regions.

'Oh Gods, that is HUGE...' I thought with my cheeks heating up, my eyes following it's *Ahem*, swing behind the loincloth, before my vision started to blur and darken. 'Verdammit, not now!' were my last, fear filled thoughts, before I lost consciousness from what was now likely hypothermia.

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Location: Equus, the rather warm yet no less Soggy Cave, two minutes prior to Urara getting close to the cave. POV: Victor...

"Fascinating." I muttered in wonder as I flipped the page. Apparently, I found that while there were many ways to raise and lower one's Karma, there were also many means to allow the Booklet to consider you Neutral, no matter what you do. Becoming a Mercenary was one of them, as long as I just did the mission and avoided senseless slaughter of Civies, I would remain neutral in the eyes of the book.

I noticed that the book didn't care whether or not people or ponies considered me a hero or monster. Instead, it followed what it considered a hero and what it considered a monster, with whatever other beings thought being completely ignored, something I could agree with it for due to public opinion being so easy to manipulate simply by smear campaigns or frame-ups.

Also, there were many Tiers of Displaced beings, ranging from the lowest tier, Endo, which was the average joe with no superpowers or skills, to the current highest, Titan, which ranged from Saiyans to transformers and some strange robotic bozo named Makuta Teridax, who frankly sounded like a huge dick. 'God' Tier used to be here, but many have since ascended into the Void itself, becoming either Void Dwellers or the now extinct Void Admins.

Out of curiosity, I took a quick peek at my menu's Stats and was surprised to find that I was now an Mechanically Augmented Human, who'd also been merged with a Warframe, something that both shocked and Amazed me. Darvo had apparently had a little fun meddling with my mixed cosplay, leaving me an Augmented Human, while also allowing me use of my favorite Warframe as a suit rather than as a Remote Controlled puppet.

Also, if I remember my favorite Warframe, Oberon Prime well enough, as well as taking note of my new Cybernetic nature, I was considered a Low Tier Super Displaced, mostly since while I was connected to the Void, I wasn't able to use my powers to pull off improbable feats. Sure, I could create Wards, Healing auras, Grenade blasts and Radioactive Slam attacks, as well as being far stronger, quicker to heal and even more durable than the average human being, but I was still fairly mortal, though likely rather long-lived, or unable to die from old age.

"Can I still age?" I wondered, tapping my fingers on my helmet sitting beside me, having removed it to take a sip of Bonk! Blutonium Berry. Damned thing was good on the tongue. No wonder the Scout liked it! It was literally really sweet!

The faint sound of footsteps walking through mud caught my ears, causing me to freeze. 'What was that?!' I thought, lowering my book and placing a hand on Ace of Spades as my eyes narrowed. I didn't know if the being was a hostile or not, so I had to be on my guard in case they prove to be hostile.

Thumbing the hammer, I slowly stood up, being careful as to not pull the exotic Hand Cannon off the magnetic holster while also making sure I could draw it on a moment's notice. I know it seems strange to do so, but I didn't want to have to kill a possible innocent because of a misunderstanding!

The sounds of the footsteps got closer, causing me to tense. Movements didn't say the person was hostile or even trying to be sneaky, but the slight heavy 'Squelch' every four steps seemed to imply a loss of balance. They were also rather quick, like the person was very small, possibly around the size of a child. The last one worried me, 'What was a child doing in a rainstorm like this?' I wondered, before the footsteps suddenly halted, a soft voice like that of a young girl's hissing, "Scheiße!" making me flinch. A Little German girl in the rain... That was not a good sign. 'Why didn't I pick up a second Language?!' I quietly cursed myself, before hearing another squelch, this one sounding slightly farther away from the previous one. 'Crap! I'm not letting a child try and drown themselves out there!' I mentally growled, before lifting my hand off Ace of Spades and breaking cover, trying to make sure the child doesn't kill herself out there...

Only to freeze when I saw that the little girl... The little Wolf-Girl, had stopped and turned around the moment I'd broken cover. I could tell this was a girl, mostly due to the lack of a musky scent... As well as the fact that she was wearing a Shadow Black retractable helmet over a brown dress that didn't even reach mid-thigh, her light blue panties peeking underneath the hem of the dress and the lack of a bulge in them confirming my suspicions on her gender. She had a pair of red triangular shaped fang-like markings under her eyes, with the left eye being red, the right eye being blue and long head-fur that reached her lower back in a style similar to Gotenks or Raditz. I took note that she was barefoot, her digitigrade paws being covered in mud, leaves and a few small twigs. However, the last thing I noticed was that she was soaking wet and shivering slightly, signifying the starting phase of Hypothermia, while her ears were lowered and her tail curled between her legs, signifying fear and submission.

I raised my hands away from my guns, trying not to spook the little she-wolf into attacking. The she-wolf's eyes at first jumped to my still-holstered weapons, then at my face and empty hands then to my lower body, to which her cheeks seemed to redden, though I couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light. I kept my face blank, hoping to all that is pure that she doesn't attack me. However, I dropped my blank expression for a panicked one when the little she-wolf's eyes rolled up as her legs gave way under her.

"Bollocks!" I hissed, quickly rushing over to the little she-wolf, barely catching her from hitting the ground. Gently placing my right hand to her forehead, I grimaced when it came off warmer than what should have been safe, along with the fact that she was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. 'Raging hot. Just how long was she out in that flamin’ storm!?' I worriedly thought, before steeling myself. No time to panic. Find way to remedy now.

I started by removing her backpack, which looked like the Medic's pack from Team Fortress along with the sword she had on her back, setting the items to the side. I then carefully started to strip off her rather short dress and hoodie, grimacing when I saw that both articles of clothing were soaked, right down to the point that when I squeezed both of them, a large amount of water, enough to fill half a small bucket, came pouring out. The Neck sock came off next, the stretchy material having lost quite a lot of it's elasticity from all the water it'd absorbed, though I left her underwear on, which I noted were rather frilly on the front and having a little red bow at the waist area, since I didn't want to peek at her 'Flower'. After that, it was a simple matter of taking the Wolfwood's cloak off my back to use as a makeshift insulator, as well as to protect her modesty, dragging the little wolf closer for better warmth.

I fought down an uncomfortable feeling as I realized I was now sitting in a cave, with no underwear covering my junk, with almost nude little she-wolf wrapped in my arms and travelling cloak. I grimaced, before noticing something that gave me pause. A Thorn Hand Cannon, sitting in a leather holster strapped to her left leg, just below her hip.

Seeing the weapon instantly set me on alert. 'She's a Displaced?!' I thought, before turning to the sword and the pack, realizing that the blade was the Young Wolf's Howl in a custom furred sheath, and the pack had a pair of holsters, each containing a Kritzkrieg and a Kralle Medigun. The last ones confused me, mostly because the Kralle was a fan-made medigun that I wish had actually been accepted into the game along with the workshop stats. Sometimes, Valve just makes me want to scream like Genowhirl's 'New Weapons Soldier', but I digress!

I then took note of what appeared to be several scars on her body, noticeable through her wet fur, along with rather toned arm and abdominal muscles that showed how much of a fighter she was. Some of the scars seemed to be related to burns, blades and bullets, the former two being the most common and freshest of scars, since the few bullet related scars were almost non-existent. This tipped me off that she was not only an incredibly good CQC fighter, but that she was either older than she looked, or that she'd been fighting in a war since she was four years old...

I sighed quietly as I shook the thoughts off, before pulling the little wolf closer and inching towards the fire. 'No point over thinking things, save her now.' I coldly thought to myself, quietly focusing on what I knew about Oberon's renewal power, which was enhanced healing rate minus the risk of Cancer. Within a minute of focusing, I opened my eyes to see a flickering green aura appearing around the little Wolf-girl along with a soft and somewhat soothing hum of energy, her rather pained expression relaxing slightly. I then felt rather tired, likely from using so much Void energy.

“Sleep tight, little wolf.” I whispered as I relaxed. 'Better not attack me when she awakens...' I thought as I started to meditate, allowing my mind to channel the Void energy that fueled my powers to better control it.

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Location: Equus, Eighty Kilometers North-west of Victor and Urara's current location. POV: Fredrick Fazbear.

I don't know how long it had been since we'd fallen through that portal made by that Xur fellow, but when we'd awoken, we'd found ourselves on the roof of a derelict building, Foxie having been the first to wake up, my big half-sister having to jab me awake. Bonbon was awoken by a swift slap to the cranium, one that jerked her awake. We weren't able to awaken our other siblings, so I chose to stick around and look after them as best as I could, while BonBon and Foxie would scour the city, find supplies and figure out where to take things... After we'd gotten over our new powers.

Whatever that 'Xur' bloke had done to us, I didn't know, but for some reason, while we were still Omnics, we'd also gained whatever powers or skills of the Characters we'd cosplayed as. I'd apparently gained Isaac Clark's impressive Engineering skills as well as his suit and weapons, Foxie had gained the ability to materialize Hats out of nowhere, as well become quite skilled with that frying pan, shield and Sticky Jumper of her's, and BonBon had activated her Bladedancer Skill the moment she awoke, along with having an Actual Ghost hovering around her. We were unable to awaken the others though. They were still alive, but were in a comatose state. Foxie had suggested that perhaps some of their own abilities would match whatever they'd cosplayed as.

I couldn't help but agree. If I'd gained Isaac's intellect, what's to say that Franny hadn't gained Cammie's skills or Bayonetta's snark or magic? I mean, powers are a given, if we had any, but that wasn't the main problem.

No, it was the fact that earlier, a few humanoid Equines had appeared, seemingly for a dare by some kids. They'd spoken in english, but their written language seemed to be Slavic. Apparently, the Building was considered 'Haunted' and had been kept from being demolished by some 'Angry Spirits' that attacked the workers, if I got the navy blue-skinned, silver and grey haired winged horse girl right... I think the Orange skinned girl with the blond hair and tail wearing the cowgirl hat called her 'Night Glider', and the pink one with the poofy magenta hair called her, 'Nightie'. I'd also taken note of strange markings on their legs, would have considered them Tattoos if not for the fact that they were in the same place on all their legs.

Thankfully, the roof and the room we'd taken up residence in was sealed off from the rest of the main structure and was thus inaccessible to anyone in the main building, but I couldn't help wondering... 'Where in God's name are we?!'

A 'thump' from behind me made me jump, whirling around only to find that BonBon had returned, carrying a newspaper, some medical items and a few snacks in hand. "Did you find anything interesting BonBon?" I asked her. Her response was to just toss the newspaper and a bag of potato chips at my feet and walk off to tend to the rest of our still-unconscious siblings.

I checked the newspaper that BonBon had nicked, noticing that the title of the Newspaper read THE DAILY PLANET in black writing. 'So, we're in the city of Metropolis? Huh, I've always wanted to meet Superman...' I thought jokingly, before noticing the date and my Omnic Heart Sank. '1984? We're that far back?!' Fighting down an eyelid twitch, I lowered the newspaper. "What am I going to tell Franny?" I sighed, knowing she wouldn't take being sent to a world that was Ninety-two years behind ours very well.

Of course, what I found in the pages made my heart perk up with hope. From what I could see, the world was on the precipice of it's industrial revolution, with designs and plans for motorized vehicles and aircraft coming out of the woodwork. It was also one where Chaos and Crime is at it's peak, with criminals having moles within the police force. If we played our cards right, we could easily make our home here, using our new powers and skills to protect the truly innocent as well as make this place a little better.

All in all, much like Metropolis, this place was a Hero's Starting point. All we needed to do, was to first find us a job, maybe say that we're immigrants from another country in this world and literally make a name for ourselves, then start our hero careers after a while.

Disguising would be easy, since we were built with the ability to disguise ourselves via a holographic illusion that can keep our forms hidden. It was why we, as in the younger siblings, were able to keep ourselves from getting lynched by understandably scared humans during the crisis... At least until our older siblings got into Overwatch and proved that our models were unaffected by whatever was driving many other Omnics into a crazed frenzy.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Foxie coming back, heavily venting her systems as if she'd just overclocked her mobility drives to dangerous levels. I blinked, concerned for my older sister. "Foxy, where have you been, and why do you look like you've had to run close to your system limits?"

Foxie held up an index finger, as if to say to give her a minute to catch her breath, before lowering it and speaking. "Well, let's just say that when ah was out there, Ah had a run with these damned gits, kept askin' this pretty lil' kit about wantin' ta have a good time. Well, she kept sayin' noh, so they start chasin' er' with their knoives and sayin' that they want ta hav' er' rather than 'er wallet. So ah step in, ask if they wanna Stout Shako for sum refined metal fer some reason and then ah notice them eyein' me bum, so ah just start cloutin' them with me fryin' pan up until the lot of them are concussed, then ah 'ear them sirens and bolt off. 'Ad to push me limits thanks ta some of them coppers havin' wings of somekind and the others havin' orns that could shoot energah bolts, but ah lost them plonkers somewhere dun town, then slipped back 'ere. Hey, ya eatin' that?" she asked as I crushed the bag of chips in my hand from processor overload.

I stared at Foxie, my mind processing what she just said, before I answered with the only word that came to mind.

"What?"

Author's Note

Incase anyone is wondering, the world of Emoh and the character Urara is not mine. They're both creations of furry artist, Marian0. I'm... Not providing links to his works. They're mostly... Okay, quite a lot of them are NSFW, but he's a rather talented pencil artist and I like his works... That includes his SFW art. It's why I say he's talented.

Anywho, if anyone wonders why I made the Fazcrew Omnics, well, it's because I don't want to have to use Displaced humans all the time. It's too easy to just pick humans and toss them into another world while having them transform into the Fazcrew. Also, it's mostly because I've rarely seen any Displaced stories that have Non-Humans in conventions being sent to Equestria. I left a human in there because I'm doing this as both a test, and as a way of challenging myself as a writer by using multiple characters. Also, since there isn't any real info on Xur, I'm just guessing he's something like a Guardian, with a Ghost of his own.

Not to mention that I'm wondering why no-one's ever decided to have a Displaced Character who couldn't decide what they wanted to be and decided to cosplay as a mish-mash of their favorite characters.

Oh, and to those wondering why I used Euro for Emoh's Currency, it was because Marian0 wasn't clear on what Emoh's currencies actually were. I'll just say that it was for the character's Country and leave it at that. Also, in the Original story, which is still incomplete By the Way, there were very little, if no signs of Humans existing, though there were cars and planes, Omega looks like a stereotypical Villainous human with a Demonic appearance and their 'god', Alpha is implied to be Human in shape and with a likely angelic appearance. In this story, Emoh has humans, but they're not of our Earth.

PS. Edited as of 22 of April 2018 to adapt to recent updates.