The Saviour and the Sorcerer are alone in the TARDIS. They had just left Emily in the Saviour's version of Equestria, and were planning on visiting the Sorcerer's home universe. But, their pulled across Reality itself, and crash into a skyscraper.
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Mr Twisted sat in his office. For the past few months, he had just been working with a fellow author to create a crossover chapter for their story, and Twisted felt like it was the best thing he had created. Other than his stories, of course.
The Saviour was a good story, with a good character. It wasn't the best at times (as a friend called Axal pointed out many times), but it would make do. Besides, nothing could truly be perfect. Twisted sighed, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He pushed a button on his desk, and a female voice responded.
"Oui, sir? Are you returning to Reality?" The voice asked, and Twisted nodded, even though she couldn't see it. "Yes, Natalie. I'm going home. Make sure Tobias doesn't burn the building down, even though James has him on a tight leash." Twisted replied, and the intercom disconnected.
Twisted got up, and walked across his office. He looked out his windows, when something caught his eye. It was a small dot, growing larger and larger. Twisted could make out that the dot was a tall red object, but then, the sound kicked in. Twisted heard a wheezing sound, one that he used in his 'Saviour' franchise.
Thinking quickly, Twisted jumped out of the way, as a red police box crashed through the window, and landed in his office. Twisted turned, adjusting his glasses. "What the hell?" He questioned, muttering under his breath. There was a red police box in his office. That wasn't possible.... Unless....
Twisted jumped up, and approached the door. He knocked on it hard, three times. Twisted waited, until the door opened, and out came a woman. She was about 5 foot 8 inches, had bright orange-ginger hair, and one magenta eye was visible. She wore a white shirt with black stripes, a red coat with a missing sleeve, and brown pants rolled to below her knees.
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"Ooh, ah t'ink ah've overdone it a wee bit." She said, a Scottish accent kicking in. Twisted stared at her, and the woman eventually saw him. Magenta met blue, and the woman immediately rushed up, shaking his hand quickly in an apologetic tone.
"Ah! Mah apologies! Ah'm teh Saviour." She declared, and Twisted's eyes widened. It was impossible. How could a fictional character be standing in Imagination City? Unless the Nexus brought them in, but the Nexus shield blocked all residual energy from escaping.
A second figure emerged from the police box. He was tall, unbelievably thin, and his face was half rotting. The man had a torn black coat, unbuttoned waistcoat the colour of sand, a white dress shirt, and black pants with dark grey boots. The man's hands were exposed, and his right one was completely barren of flesh. He hat a top hat sat on his head, and his brown hair was messy and seemingly had patches missing. He had dull brown eyes, with black circles around them. His left cheek was full of holes, revealing the inside of his mouth,
"Oh, I see we've arrived at our... new... destination!" The man said, before breaking into a coughing fit. The Saviour rushed over, supporting the man. "Oh, Sorcerer. If only you hadn't used your powers like mad to protect us from the Void..." the Saviour said, and Twisted tilted his head, confused.
"Okay! First of all, what the hell do you think you're doing!? Second of all, how can you be here?!" Twisted yelled, his voice raised to a high volume. This got the attention of the duo, who both stared at Twisted. The Sorcerer's eyes, while seemingly lifeless, absorbed Twisted's presence, and the undead man grinned, thinking.
'I finally made it.... Creativity. Soon, Logan... your little studio will be nothing but rubble and debris, while I reign supreme!'
