In the theater room the audience looks at the booth window as they hear ferocious scribbling coming from the booth along with some intense violin playing.
Orion: Yes yes yes! YES! HAHAHAHAHA! YES! I'VE FINISHED IT!
I grab the empty reel right next to and grab the paper and using my powers I combine the two objects and from a flash of blue, gold, and white the new film reel levitating off the ground. I grab the reel feeling the intense fanfiction power emanating from the reel.
Orion: Finally, I've done it *wheezing* hehehehe.
I walk over to the projector and carefully insert the reel into it.
Orion: It's ready.
I walk over to the window and position myself almost making myself look like a villain. I mean, probably. The audience themselves looked at me, not concerned but more or less scared.
We start off this situation in a strange way. We see RWBY, JNPR, Ironwood, Ozpin, the White fang, and perhaps the strangest addition to this dream team, Salem and her goonies, the former standing next to Ozpin. Holding hands?!
Salem: What in the hell!?
Ozpin: What in the sam hell is this!?
Weiss: What is the White fang doing there.
Yang: Why do I have a robot arm!?
Orion: This is somewhere like volume 8 and let's just say. The great war ain't got shit on what you guys did. And you guys ain't got shit on world war 2 but that's for another time.
The entirety of remnant was ready to fight this something dangerous. Even more dangerous the the Grimm queen herself.
???: So! You actually came here!?
Ruby spins her scythe aiming it at the voice.
Ruby: We won't let you finish what you're planning, Mark! Or should I call you, Orion?
The audience turned to me for clarification.
Orion: Nope, two separate Orions I'm the god, he's not.
The camera pans over to Mark holding a marble not paying attention to the entirety of remnant going against him.
Mark: Well Ruby. You've figured it out.
He then turns to the army infront of him while clicking a button on the marble.
Orion essence: Orion!
Catchy upbeat music mixed with tubas start playing as he opens the side of his belt buckle inserting it into the buckle and closing.
Mark: Henshin.
The music stops as a gas spews out of the front of the belt covering Mark's form. Once it disperses Mark is now covered in gold armor.
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My stories react to the first Mark Enson (And others)
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