Author's Note

Hello! I know I have a very bad track record, but please bear with me on this one...

Chapter 1

Roger was a big Destiny fan. And a big My Little Pony fan. So when he heard that Babscon and Bungiecon were not only in the same city, but also the same week, he knew that he had to go. He got the ok from his boss, who was also the leader of his Clan oddly enough, on the one condition that he and his daughter, who was also in the Clan, joined him for both.

"Sir, I'm not too sure if you'd even have fun at Ba-" Roger started before getting cut off.

"Roger, I main a Titan. I can handle the pastel colors of My Little Pony," his boss, Greg, explained, cutting him off. "And besides, Sarah would have my head if I didn't bring her along, it's a miracle vacation for the three of us! You and her are basically a match made in heaven since you both seem to love the same things."

"Er… thank you, sir, but… Are you sure about-"

"Take the week, or drop the topic. Your choice."

"Yes sir, thank you sir. Should I send a message to the rest of the clan, letting them know we won't be available for that week?"

"Nah, I'll send a message over in the Important Messages tab. Now get back to work, we have a deadline."

"Yes sir!" Roger gave a Warlock salute to Greg, causing him to chuckle a bit as he returned the gesture before Roger left, heading back to his desk so he could focus on his work.

Two months later saw the trio, Roger in his Warlock cosplay, Greg in his Titan, and Sarah in her Hunter, outside the doors to Babscon.

"Oh, hell, I feel out of place here…" Greg said as he looked around.

"Don't worry about it, Dad. The folks here are weird to begin with," Sarah said, patting her bulky father on his shoulder.

"Not as weird as your-" Roger started before stopping himself, knowing that if he continued he likely would be punched by both of them.

"My what, Roger? My wife? Or my mother?" Sarah asked, subtly prodding him to finish what he was about to say as she smiled beneath her Celestial Nighthawk mask.

"Nothing!" Roger quickly exclaimed, putting his hands up as fear flashed through his covered eyes and shaking both his head and his Nezarec Sin helmet.

Greg laughed and smacked him on the back as he walked past, heading inside with his daughter. Roger simply sighed and followed after with a smile on his face. His boss may be a dick when on the clock, but once he was off of it he acted more like Saint-14 or Shaxx, loud, funny, and somewhat odd.

Once inside, the trio stuck together, posing for a few photo shoots with fellow fans and even picking up a few nick-nacks here and there. It wasn't until they came across a merchant selling some non-pony items that they were truly intrigued by someone.

Sarah picked up a copy of Ace of Spades, causing the trio a bit of sorrow as they saw it. "How much for her?"

"For Ace? Twenty. I worked hard to get the details right, even down to the scratches from a certain mind controlled Awoken," the merchant replied, smiling weakly at her. They all knew he was gouging them, but for something like that? Something that had seen dedication and attention like that? It was worth it.

"And this?" Roger asked, hefting a Collective Obligation and looking it over. It was great for how he played his Warlock, especially when he needed to output massive amounts of Void damage in a short period of time.

"That one's a bit more expensive, mainly because of how big it is, coming in at forty," he replied.

"Hrmm… and how about this?" Greg asked, holding up a Loreley Splendor Helm with false flames being blown by a fan to give the appearance of being real flames.

"Ah, that one is the most expensive, coming out to almost $200. Fans small enough to fit, but still be strong enough and quiet enough to make the flames move without making the wearer basically deaf while they were on was difficult and expensive," the merchant said. He then smiled as all three of them approached, wallets out counting their money so they could pay. The trio all lumped their purchases together to try and save on tax, happy with their purchases.

Sarah stumbled a bit first, reaching up to hold her head as she felt like she was both falling and floating… Then Roger gripped the counter, trying to stay standing as the world around him spun quicker and quicker… Finally, Greg collapsed to his knees with a groan of pain as he felt like he was going to puke, his sense of balance telling him he was doing cartwheels while still on the ground. Soon, all three collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Little did they know, this would be the last time they slept in the dimension they were born in…

Roger awoke first, groaning and sitting up while holding his head. The last thing he remembered clearly was the entrance to Babscon… "Did we get drunk?" He asked, covering his eyes with one arm to block out the sun.

"Not quite, Guardian," a feminine voice said from beside him. He glanced over and saw his custom made Ghost shell, a Filigree of Light shell, laying beside him. At least, that was what he thought until it spoke again. "Hello. I believe you called me Anora-15?"

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!" Roger exclaimed, jumping to his feet before collapsing again, grasping his head in pain.

"Easy, Guardian… We don't know what's going on either…" the shell said, floating up and scanning him, making sure he was alright and healing him as best it could.

Luckily, his shout of terror stirred Sarah and Greg, causing them to get up as well, their own Ghosts also scanning and repairing them. Roger quickly tore his helmet off, feeling his face… Or what should've been his face. He could tell that he was now an Exo, just like his Warlock in Destiny 2. In fact, it was a stipulation for their Clan that your main class be an Exo, since the name was Shards of Cayde.

"Holy fuck… are we…? Am I…?" Roger couldn't understand what was going on. Try as height, his mind couldn't- wouldn't, wrap around how this happened.

"Roger… Stop swearing… At least in front of- WHAT THE SHIT!?" Greg shouted, bolting up and away from Roger, staring at him in shock. He looked like Roger's Warlock when he would take his helmet off… But if that was the case, then did that mean he and his daughter were also…? He shakily reached up, feeling along his neck for anything that would tell him otherwise… and finding nothing to the contrary of what he had just realized. "We're Exo's…"

"You mean that we're our characters… Ugh, my head…" Sarah said while gently shaking her head as she stood up, stumbling a little.

"I… Yeah… we are our characters now…" Roger said in confirmation, staring off into the distance.

"If I might interject? We are surrounded. I would recommend pulling your helmet back on, Guardian," Anora-15 said after she finished repairing him and vanishing, projecting her voice into the trio.

"I must agree with Anora. We should get moving, Guardians," Greg's Ghost, who was named Pallet, said before vanishing as well, leaving Sarah's Ghost the last to vanish.

"Guardian, are you alright? I'm detecting large amounts of-" the Ghost started before Sarah cut it off.

"I'm fine, Nomu," she snapped, glaring at the Ghost from beneath her mask. When it didn't budge she sighed and held it, whispering something to it that the others couldn't quite catch before it vanished.

"Well… if we're expected to fight our way out, then I think we should get started then…" Roger said, laying a hand on his helmet and willing it back on as Collective Obligation materialized in his hands. He wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Right… Right," Greg said as well, pulling out his Titan's main means of add clearing, Vex Mythoclast.

"Already on it!" Sarah said, her anger clear in her voice as she readied Ace, fully prepared to go down swinging just like Cayde did.

She managed to take the first kill, getting a headshot on what looked like an anthrofied Changeling from before they reformed and causing an explosion of Solar energy that claimed the lives of another five that were too close. Roger threw out his Suppression grenade, dropped his Empowering Rift, and then released his Pocket Singularity, all within a few seconds and claiming multiple kills before he even fired a single bullet. Luckily, with how Nezarec's Sin worked and how heavily he stacked into grenade spam, he had a second Suppression grenade ready by the time he was ready to start. And once he started, he noticed that when he Suppressed a target, his gun would "eat" the Suppression. It was annoying, but he didn't care right then. Greg was having the best time of them all, using Mythoclast to snipe the ones with rifles while he ran around, smacking the rest with his hammer. He only stopped when he blew himself up as what appeared to be a bio-organic exploder Shank came out from behind a tree and right the path of his hammer.

Upon seeing that, Sarah and Roger bolted over to his body and, with immense strain, picked him up and carried him away, taking the occasional potshot at the encroaching horde of enemies. They luckily didn’t need to go far to find another team of Guardians, but they didn’t seem too friendly… At least, that’s what Sarah and Roger thought since all they could do was slow to a stop before what appeared to be a Griffin teleported over to them with what looked to be Void Light and beheaded them both with blades of that same Light.