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It was the first day of the DSMP’s well deserved vacation. A trio – namely, Niki, Fundy, and Eret— were out and about that fine morning and exploring the land of the smp. They were enjoying the sights, the breeze, and the freedom of the weight of the burden of doing a job with little to no breaks or vacation time.
Granted, they all did love their job but it does sometimes get a little too overwhelming and exhausting.
The three were chatting with each other as they went about their day. Fundy and Eret collecting materials for their builds while Niki came along in search of ingredients to use for baking some new recipes she wanted to try.
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WilburSoot: I’m coming for you :)
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“Oh hey would you look at that.” Fundy started. “Looks like Wilbur is being a creepy insane fucker again.”
“Oi. mind your language furry.” Eret stated with a smirk.
“How many times do I have to say that I am not a furry!” Fundy growled in annoyance to the taller individual.
“Anyways, do any of you know what’s causing Wilbur to type out concerningly cryptic messages in global chat?” Eret asked.
“Oh the boys are playing a butchered version of Manhunt™.” Niki answered with a shrug.
“The boys?”
“Tubbo, Ranboo, Tommy, and ofcourse Wil. Phil told me about it as I was leaving the ComHous.” Niki paused a bit before continuing. “Although I think he only told me so that no one goes into a panic when they can't find them in the nearby vicinity of the com house or before anyone gets too paranoid because it's too silent.” She giggled bending down to collect some berries.
“That makes sense.” Fundy said aloud and Eret nodded in agreement.
The three server members continue to chat languidly and enjoy themselves with friendly banter when they notice a ruined portal in the distance.
“Oh hey, a portal!” Fundy exclaimed before running towards it fast. “I'm gonna loot it first!”
“May luck be on your side!” Niki teased playfully. “You’re the only one who's still on single digit counts on God Apples.”
“This time! This time for real!” Eret and Niki heard Fundy shout in reply and laughed at the arguably desperate tone of the fox hybrid who really really wanted to catch up to double digits in the God Apple Counts Competition™ .
After Niki and Eret calmed down, they made their way to catch up with their friend. It was only when they were a couple blocks from the ruins did Fundy turn to them after looting the chests.
“Ha, beat it! There was a God Apple in there!” Fundy cheered as he showed off his loot.
“Great! Now you only just need to get fifteen more to be anywhere close to Tommy’s count of 25 and beat him.” Eret teased and laughed as he dodged a swipe from the fox.
“I’m still convinced that thieving racoon didn’t get it all on his own.” Fundy grumbled as he crossed his arms.
“There, there.” Niki patted his back, holding back a laugh.
After double checking to see if there were no more valuables (Niki took the flint Fundy left, while Eret mined some magma blocks) the three continued on their aimless journey. However, they only made it about 5 blocks away from the portal before they froze, hearing the distinctive sound of a portal lighting up.
The trio looked back behind them to check—and well what do you know, the portal was lit!
But of course this left them with a very jarring question.
“Uhh… who lit the portal?” Fundy asked hesitantly.
Niki tried looking around for the culprit but to no avail. They were on open plains too—no one could have snuck up on them to light the portal. There wasn't even any evidence someone had been there! It was almost as if the portal lit itself which was a very ridiculous notion.
“If not who, then how? ” Eret said calmly as he approached the ruined portal and inspected it. “The frame is right and complete but some parts of it have crying obsidian. The portal being lit despite this is nigh impossible. How strange,” he muttered. “The shade and glow look almost darker and the swirls are somehow…off? Yes, they’re off, in a way. Weird.”
“Do we go through and investigate?”
“Hmm, I’m not so sure it's safe, Fundy.” Eret says as he steps back.
“I vote we go check it out. Our admin is off-server and the only ones who have access to the server codes are Fundy and George. This might just be a glitch, but if it's worse than that then we could fix it or alert the others before anything bad happens.” Niki suggests. “Besides, aren’t you curious?”
“Well, I suppose that’s a reasonable course of action.” Eret rummages through his inventory before pulling out his enderchest. “Let’s gear up first though before braving in.”
“Then I’ll send a message to George ahead so that he’s in the know.”
The three then proceeded to get decked out in fully enchanted netherite and filled their inventory and slots with battle gear and tools. They also packed in some extra blocks, clothes, and other essentials they might need for any scenario.
“Alright, ready?” Niki asks as the other two voice out confirmation that they are. “Then let's head in.”
The travel through the portal was disorienting and made them dizzier than what was expected. It felt like they had rode the world’s longest upside down looping roller coaster ride. So to say, it was not fun.
“I feel sick.” Fundy says from where he curled up on the floor. “Oh my god I want to hurl—hmpghhmfh.”
“Shh, people.” Niki whispered as she covered Fundy’s mouth, still feeling very disoriented. She felt her heart beat faster as she realized they were surrounded by so many different hybrids and people that just screamed danger . How a portal to the nether transported them to a place clearly not the nether is a question that can and will remain pending after they get the hell out.
Plan?. Fundy signed as he equipped his sword. Quiet. Sneak to door at left. Niki signed back.
Slowly making their way towards an exit, they overheard some bits of conversation from the people they were sneaking past.
“Ugh, why are we in such a cramped building? For a super villain organization they sure are low on budget.” A hybrid with a…with only a fish head mutation(???) whined to his companion. Who was also a fish.
Just a whole ass fish. With arms and legs.
“Bro, don't talk too loud! If those freaks hear you, they’re going to fucking erase you on the spot, bro.” The full fish hybrid warned.
“HAH! Better than getting experimented on and becoming one of those horrid nomu creatures.”
“Broooo, stop saying confidential shit out loud! Do you want to get killed—”
"Oh shit." Fundy squeaked out, accidentally kicking a can of coke and making it echo loud enough for the two conversing fish people to hear.
"Who the hell—hey, you're not one of us!" the fish head person screamed, pointing a trident at them, drawing other fish person's attention to them.
"Time to run," Eret stated calmly, before all hell broke loose.
Everything devolved into chaos as shouts of alarm spread through the group who from context, are apparently an organized villain organization.
“Fundy, I am going to wring your neck after we get out of this!” Niki screams at the fox as she kicks one of the lackeys up his jewels making those of the male population aiming for them wince.
“Sorry!” Fundy shouts back as he bats away what looked to be a person with cement blocks for hands, with a netherite hoe. “Oh wrong weapon—” Fundy says to himself before switching to a netherite axe and blocking an attack from behind.
As the fight continues on, Eret notices a good majority of the population they were fighting take out a syringe and stab it to themselves.
“Oh what the fuck?” he says eloquently as the hybrids morph into creepier looking things and others develop into bigger, muscular, and more dangerous looking people. “Fundy! Niki!” Eret shouts in alarm as one of them slams into him making him hit the wall with a gasp.
“Eret!” Niki rushes over with a pearl and consequently dropkicks the enemies surrounding Eret. “Notch, did they use strength pots? Shit.” Niki swore in panic before turning to find Fundy.
“FUNDY MAKE IT BLOW!” Niki screamed as loud as she could, hoping Fundy heard and understood what she meant as she hauled Eret over her shoulder. As it turns out, the fox did, as not a few seconds later the telltale sounds of TNT exploding shook the building and distracted the group long enough for the trio to make their escape.
Eret just managed to hear a scratchy voice scream “What the fuck are you extras doing—” before the voice got cut off as the roof of the building caved under the explosions and everything crumbled down before Eret blacked out.
“So, somehow we got transported to another world entirely after going through the portal which was supposed to lead us to the nether, and now cant even get a connection back to the SMP?”
“That sums it up, yes.” Niki nods as Eret breathes out a long suffering sigh.
Apparently, after escaping from an alleged villain organization, Eret passed out due to the hit he took after crashing headfirst into a wall. Niki (carrying the unconscious Eret) and Fundy then proceeded to camp out in an abandoned apartment complex they found after a few minutes of wandering. Fundy then tried checking his communicator then tried fixing it as it turned out the circuits got fried while Niki did recon.
“And everyone apparently has superpowers that are called “quirks”. Niki adds.
Eret sighed again.
“Aha, fixed it!” Fundy exclaims as he bounced over to Niki and Eret. “Take a look at this.”
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ItsFundy has earned the achievement [Multiverse]
Niki Nihachu has earned the achievement [Multiverse]
Eret has earned the achievement [Multiverse]
-Explore Adventurer, of realms outside Minecraft-
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“ Explore Adventurer, of realms outside Minecraft. ” Eret reads out. “Well, that affirms that we are in a new dimension.”
“We also got the advancement [Linguistic Tongue], You understand and speak the language of many. I'm assuming… this lets us understand the common language spoken in an area?” Niki concludes as she looks at her own comm.
“Uhm? oh? Oh dear.”
“What is it, Niki?”
“We’re not the only ones here.”
“What?” Eret questions and glances down at what Niki was staring at. “Oh.”
There glowing on the screen, three familiar names were listed as online on active comms.
“Of course the three of them would be here, why wouldn't they?” Fundy exhales deeply.
“Do you think you could trace back their comms, Fundy?” Eret asks as he pulls out his enderchest. “Meeting up with them would be a good start to whatever plan we have to make up soon.”
“Yeah I can trace 'em. Just give me some time.”
“I suppose in the meantime we set camp and get some rest. Who knows what tomorrow would bring.” Niki lays down a bed while Eret does the same. “Let me take the first nightwatch, we'll switch later.”
The three are left in silence with each other's company as the night drags on. It takes a few hours until Fundy lets out a small cheer at his success on tracing the benchtrio's comms. They all agree to rest up through the night and leave at dawn to avoid suspicion.
The next day arrives quickly and the three are gone from the building, leaving no evidence of their camp.
“They're moving again.” Fundy comments as they take another turn down the sidewalk. All three were in garments that blended in well enough. They’ve forgone their armor, and instead had their weapons strapped to the side.
“It's interesting how far this society looks in terms of technological advancement.” Niki notes. “It's also quite shocking how the most frequent service workers you see are heroes.”
“Their society is most likely dependent on quirks and the helpfulness attribute to specific fields.” Eret comments.
The three continue to walk following the tracker and exchanging small talk about this new interesting world they've found themselves in.
“They're just around the corner!” Fundy exclaims while Eret sighs as the fox narrowly misses hitting other people. “Fundy! How many times do we have to tell you to slow down!” Niki and Eret chase after the hybrid before he causes a collision.
“SHIT!”
Oh damn it. Niki jinxed it.
The woman sighs and hurries to where Fundy has fallen and other quirked users stand guard fretting over their fallen friend.
“I am so, so sorry for that, we told him to slow down and watch where he’s going before running off from us—” Niki starts apologizing as she checks over her fox friend and turns to the blond boy in front of her.”—you alright? Anything broken? Where does it hurt, did you get scratched? Oh dear notch we deeply apologize—wait Tommy!?”
Niki took a double take as the blond, who was apparently Tommy, screamed in surprise at seeing them, calling out their names in bewilderment.
Niki pointedly ignored the dominatrix who demanded to know who they were and the other teens giving (admittedly weak) threats and instead focused on the spluttering blond in front of her.
“What are you doin’ here man?” Tommy asks confused and concerned. But mostly confused.
Niki sighed as she exchanged glances with Fundy and Eret, already knowing how much of a headache this situation was going to become in the near future.
Damn it, Niki didn't want to deal with this.
Her small mercy was that it was Eret who spoke up from the silence, letting Niki avoid responsibility for a little longer.
“Now that’s a long story.”
“And now we’re here.” Ranboo says as he explains the situation to Nezu, Aizawa, and All Might.
“This is quite the predicament, indeed!” Nezu exclaims. “I suppose we’ll need to take you three in as well, seeing as just like your friends, you have no place to go until we figure out a way to get you all back home. I’ll inform Cementos to create a seperate dormitory on campus near our teacher’s apartments. This way we’ll be able to keep an eye on you and protect you when needed, considering the LOV may investigate you three and make connections. This should ease your anxiety, yes, Aizawa? I plan to have you and Hizashi be in charge of them.” Nezu grinned.
Aizawa sighed forlornly. “We now just need to figure out their cover stories too. And revisit this conversation later to set some ground rules. I am far too tired for this.” Aizawa massaged his forehead, already stressing on how he’s going to explain to his class and husband the new developments.
“Remember when you explained we were in cahoots with the league ‘cuz our loved one were being held hostage? Just say that Niki, Eret and the furry were our personal attachments or sum’n” Tommy said nonchalantly.
“And if they do ask more questions than necessary, just say it’s confidential.” Tubbo shrugged. He then got distracted as a bee flew by. “Oh hello there, where’d you come from ‘lil fella?”
The bee buzzed.
“Oh? The window was open? But then why’d you come in here?”
The bee continued buzzing.
“Ah it smelled sweet? Well, there’s some more flowers outside, here I'll help you out.” Tubbo guided the bee towards the open window and gently shooed it away. When he turned back around, he found everyone staring at him jarringly.
“What?”
“Eyy, Tubbo my man, when the fuck did you learn to speak bee ?” Tommy asked incredulously.
“Huh? Did I?” Tubbo asks. “Tubbo, you had a full conversation with a bee just now.” Ranboo emphasizes.
“I talked to a bee? Oh shit, what the hell? I talked to a bee— ”
“Curious, how curious!” Nezu cheered, ignoring Tubbo’s crisis. “It seems that prolonged exposure to our world has some very interesting side effects. You understanding and talking to that bee could be considered a manifestation of a quirk!” Nezu grinned.
“I talked to a bee, I understood that bee. It’s a quirk. I have a quirk. What the fuck. Why do I have a quirk—exposure makes sense yes—but why do I now have a quirk— did I fucking mutate???”
“So are we explaining to class 2-A that Tubbo has an extra quirk or are we keeping it a secret?” Ranboo proceeds to ask the important questions.
“And are we also liable to mutate and manifest quirks of our own?” Eret asked, glancing at Niki, Fundy, Tommy and Ranboo.
“It is a very likely possibility, yes. But not to worry, I’m sure it will be a very thrilling experience if it comes to it.” Nezu clapped his paws together, enjoying the worry displayed on the faces of the DSMP members.
“Are you all right, Aizawa?” Yagi finally spoke up. Concerned at how deflated the erasure hero had gotten throughout the entire conversation.
“You’re in charge of explaining the new developments to the hell class.”
“Wait, Aizawa—” All might panicked as Aizawa stood up and hightailed it out the door. Leaving the conference room and nursing a massive headache. He wanted nothing more to do rather than get home and cuddle with his cats and Hizashi, and pretend like tomorrow won’t bring him more stress. (“ Denial will get you nowhere babe.” Hizashi will say later once they’re comfy in bed. And Aizawa will pointedly ignore his husband.”)
Stupid multiverse bullshittery. Aizawa brooded. He was not paid enough to deal with this.