Crap, I Was Rifted

Galtana checked over the progress of her Users. They were Dark Users now. Individuals that did what it takes to help keep the Worlds going. They ould find people that turned.. to dangerous means and send them to other places. Those who received things from Retired Operators, Fred Followers, and Companions to wipe things out for no better reason than to do so, no learning or growth. Just... destruction.

They did rescue work as well. Heading to places that were at the end of their rope from natural means and intervention of others. Sending them to New Worlds or the System Shop to wait rebirth. The eyes and ears of the Dark Users were used to help find things out for the Head of the Administration. The wetwork, investigation group in a sense. Each action they took, was known to the head. Which was currently Galtana.

Who was pulled back in after a previous incident ruin Galtea and the other Operators that were supposed to take the position. A plan that ended in the death or the hospitalization of all that did were involved. The current group were not faring well at all. To much corruption in the ranks but, the loyal Operators learned so much from the current situation.

Experiencing Growth at an accelerated pace. Something the previous generation never had. Operators baptized by War instead of Peace.

(Takes Place during the middle ground of the War. Before Azul & Thrasher and others end the War.)

"Go now!" The Trickster yelled at his daughter Lluvia. In front of him were the Avatars that had fallen. Controlled by the woman who incited the User Indigo to make a move. "Azul will follow along shortly! You have to get to the new Users!"

"Fine!" Lluvia never thought it would end up like this. Regrets in her head pounding away at her inability to convince Azul to fight earlier in the War. But several obstacles made sure he didnt participate. Chronoa let him alone. Giving way to a large Sector just to keep Azul from showing interest. 'If I would have made it maneuver him into it.. by terrible means, I do not think he would forgive me. No, he would have just slaughtered everyone.'

Lluvia fired the last of her Psychic Blasts crippling the two Avatars temporarily. She jumped in to a Rift sending out a signal to everyone. But someone laid in wait for her the moment she finished.

"Galtea... what are you doing here?!" Lluvia looked at her former friend and Co-Operator. "Oof!" She received a blow to the gut knocking her out. "You.. even now.."

"Saving you. I still have to make up for hurting you." She cradled Lluvia like a new born. "I won't hurt you or Azul ever again." Eyes shining as the vision of the future changed for the better. "I already saw what happens. You can not be around him. As well as the others. He need... to be.."

*Ripple!* A distortion appeared behind her. The Avatar known only as the Old One appeared. His dark cloak hiding his entire body. All but his frail hands.

"Gandfather.. will this be enough?"

"Yes. But more doesn't hurt. The System.. is making moves to make sure to follow the will of the Creator. What you have done, has paved the way for more my child." The Old One spread his arms locking the area. Several screens opened shoving the different Users fighting. "The Mid and High Worlds have taken the most damage. But the Lower Worlds are guarded as always. However," he pointed at distortions taking place.

Several boundaries collapsed fusing the lower Worlds. At the rate they were going, it wouldn't take long before they were s.u.c.k.e.d up to a Medium World naturally. The Will of each original World reacted differently. Some accepted the offers, ignoring the Rules of the Administration. Which would result in the "Storyline" of the Worlds warping for the worst.

"That is not the will of the System.. this is just a "Path" to ruin... To the end of things." Galtea felt her stomach knot up. The past creeping up on her. What she and the Old One didn't know, is that Lluvia was able to hear them. She couldn't act, but the words were fed into her via the biotic strands of both of them. "I.. hope they do not suffer."

"They will breach the doors if the Users fail, and pave way for the Traitor User in a new era. As long as the will of the many calls for it.. it will happen."

"But the Users and those on Rift Earth are opposed to this. They love what the World is at now. A crime rate of 3% is proof of it!" Galtea was scanning screens and reading reports deeply. "Every flag and problem was done by the User Rebeliion group that twisted things. Just those angry about.."

"About not having enough power. Which corrupts those who are enjoying their lives." The Old One smiled sadly. "There, the change is taking place. The Creator has made his move. Several Users paid the points for it."

On Rift Earth, the Administration tower opened. A beacon of light shined spreading to the High Worlds freezing them in place. And Oppressive Force hit the Mid Worlds and Lower Worlds. A message went out from within.

"Punishment... for Treachery..."

"Punishment... what does that mean?" Galtea looked to the Old One that shook. A screen caught her attention of her mother fighting to usher low level Users into a Rift. Her father fighting desperately to push back a force of Skaven. He escaped from interrogation. Whoever side he was on now.. was a mystery. That allowed several Operator trainees to get through at least. They havent even graduated yet. "At least they are still alive."

"Punishment, is several Users having to hunt down those who screwed up. Or those World Wills that sided with them. It will not be pretty. A lot of death while the souls are straightened out. But this has all not occurred yet. This is the Creator's Domain we are in afterall."

"What!?" Galtea was suprised. She didn't know every time they passed through a Rift that they passed by the Creator Domain. "Then the Creator is aware everytime we Rift!"

"Correct. That is why the forces were able to coordinate an opposition so well. That woman's forces started using means to travel outside of the Rifts the Creator provided. Using their own power which slowed them down greatly. However, the Avatars she corrupted kept helping. With them not linking back to the Creator, it created a blind spot." The Old One lamented his hands at not forcing the meeting to continue. They were all paying for it.

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Actual Earth Year 21XX-

A few Users had contacted one of their friends at the urgency of the Administration. A small lapse in the lull of War to obtain reinforcements. The problem, was that they didn't explain things to him first.

Earth had gone through expansion after World War 4. The.. virus bombs were eliminated and brought about growth. Imperial law made everyone work towards fixing things. Which was the plan implemented back in 2020. Media corruption was eliminated. Brutally and fast. The Entertainment industry was destroyed as the war demanded the end to civil liberties. As well as choice.

But the last few years, things had calmed down to normalcy. Mars and Venus received reconnection and supplies. The Earth and the other planets that were Terraformed did well enough letting go the useless pass. Especially after most Records were burned and the Information wipe.

A lot of Books from Geeks, Nerds, and "Others" survived. Time capsules were opened and viewed before introduction back into society. Someone found a bunker full of "Retro" things. Demand for entertainment called for a mass release. A lot of people found themselves bored after things

"Look, I am getting on right now. The lobby is just acting up." Marcel said into the mic. The others in the lobby started griping at him again. Unlike them, he lived on Earth. Part of the Mortician Forces. Clean up of old battlezones and supply areas. As well as execution to virally infected forces. "Alright, I am in. What the hell is this?"

The screen was weird and made no sense. Before he could restart his PSX, the screen flickered once. Cursing at the first wave of the console did no good, but money was tight currently. With his vehicle getting totaled by hail. And his house blowing up, it was a bad week.

*Shine!* A flash of light invaded Marcel's mind.

Slowly, he started to loose consciousness. It lasted just a second that he didnt even notice really. Coming to, everything was fine as the update message appeared.

"The set up is weird. Why can I not feel my hands?"

"Welcome to the real game." Snugglywolf said. "He walked over looking like a Namekian. Closer look, he was the character Nail. "You will be alright. Just take a deep breath. And.. he is going down." Marcel dropped as pain wracked his body. The System was linking to a forced person for the first time. His friends would handle the offensive "Charge" later. If their ever was one."

"Ahh I am going to barf if he doesn't stop." Freshrizzler said. He looked exactly like Broly. The original one at that. "Pick him up dammit. We do not have much time. This is why, force abductions go bad. People freak."

"I got him." 4Ghostodst said. Closer inspection revealed him to be in the body of Goku. The Super version. "You will be fine. Man up like you always tell me."

"Man up? I am more man than.. what happened to me?!" Looking down revealed he was in the body of Turles. Which one, he had no idea. Parts of his body was digitized in one's and zeroes. "Tell me what is going on! And why the hell did you all do whatever this is! This is a shitty joke!" Marcel roared as he broke free. "Did you guys drug me?!"

The group shared a look. Not really knowing were to start. Considering it was the first time they did this. Usually, an Operator did it.

Information started running in Marcel's head faster and faster. Trying to make him accept his new reality. Snugglywolf crushed a "Pearl" in his hand. It was a Patch All. It coerd all the instability issues that would pop up on a User. Extremely expensive.

*Warp!* Marcel's body twisted as everything came togethor. Linking his entire existence to everything faster.

"We do not have time for this." Snugglysquid said. He was in the body of Cooler. "I rather give him the gifts instead. His Operator will explain the rest. if any survived that is." He placed a band on Marcel. As well as slipped 2 notes in his c.h.e.s.t pocket. Making sure none of the others saw. "Gotta go. I will hold them off long enough for you to get a few words in."

*Blur!* In a burst of speed he was gone.

"Alright we are trapped in well.. Shit our Souls have been ripped out of our bodies. Part of.. their is a war going on." He was a little tongue-tied and nervous after feeling a few disturbances in the area. "..where Users like us, have gotten in their heads to take over. The war will get rid of everything we love. The thing is.." Snugglywolf eyes turned cold. "..we are in need of help. You have the ability to gather power in your Soul. It can spread into multiple bodies in different Worlds. "

"What bullshit is this!?" Marcel didnt believe them. But his head was on fire. As if a fire poker was stabbing into him. 'Why does this make sense. Where the hell did this info come from?'

*Booom!* A large blast of cannon fire erupted somewhere.

"Shit!" Freshrizzler cursed. He looked over giving a sad smile. "I will go to help him. No reason for him to die again. He is running out of Worlds to retreat to. See you on the flipside." He lifted into the air and stopped. "For what it is worth, sorry man. We should have told you." He dropped a small box.

*Woosh!* In a burst of power, he left as well. Off in the distance, loud noises went off more frequently.

*Thump!* Something was going on that made the air shake. It didn't take much to guess it was fighting after hearing yelling.

"Look man we did you dirty. Never told you about this other side of things. Books, Movies, Games, Tabletops and Cartoons/Anime have a Worlds of their own. Right now, it is all absolute a shit storm. Trillions are dying in a war that only a few wanted. Which wouldn't be so bad but... if they take over the Administration this gives them access to things that would let them alter our Earth even further. Everyone we know and love will die, got it." Snugglywolf couldnt say more that he wanted but time was up. "I.. shit man, this is asking a lot. If you get the chance, the Users Azul, Jane, and ..T.."

*Boom!* An explosion cut him off before he could finish. Snugglywolf shot off to go help the others.

"I want you to fight. I need your help. They have my wife's sister." 4Ghostodst said ashamed. "Sorry for not letting you know. She is amazing man. Pregnant to. It is hard to keep her occupied from the War. Can't keep her from worrying about her sister. Not enough points to spend on an accelerated delivery."

"What happened to my body? I see you guys every now and then, so you must be able to go back." Marcel felt the box disappear somewhere on him. It was weird to say the least. "Send me back, I am not the right person to fight on the "good side" of things."

"That is why we finally "Pulled" you in as well." 4Ghostodst had a frown on his face. "We need someone immoral on our side. One willingly to kill billions to save trillions and then some. But we know you have a soft spot at times and would risk your life for people who deserve it. Just the lines are a lot different here."

"Do it for the adventure and to kill again." DemonicMoon said. He was in the body of Future Gohan. Looked to be the one from the movies. A mechanical arm in the place of the lost one. "Just try going to some of the new anime Worlds to get power. Right now, they have the most to offer. The old ones are losing power after getting picked clean by us." He flew up a little. "A lot of Users gave up on the old classic stuff."

*Blur!* He was gone in an instance.

"Tch!" Marcel clicked his teeth after getting the information. The Logout was disabled. 4Ghostodst took the time to send him away. "Oof!" Marcel received a kick that sent him into a Rift. "Yah d.i.c.k!"

"Had to man." A few tears dripped down his face. Behind him, he saw the bodies of the others appear. Cut up to pieces and large holes in their bodies. They were still alive however. Above them, several Users he guessed, floated down. A man that looked like Naraku, An actual Optimus Prime, Astro Boy, He-Man, Bakugo from Academia, Nie Li from Tales of Demons and Gods, and countless more. But not in the bodies of actual characters. 'Well.. damn.'

"Thanks for coming." 4Ghostodst said. A golden net seem to lock them all in place. He mumbled something that only Marcel could hear somehow. "50 years in your Homeworld..."