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Jack lay sprawled on the uneven ground of Villain Space, his back pressed into grass that felt too soft to be real and yet too vivid to dismiss as illusion. Above him stretched a sky of impossible clarity, a blue so pure it looked freshly painted by a careless god. The air carried a faint sweetness, like rain that had never touched dust. For a long moment he did not move. The battle, the lightning, the roar of the Zombie King—those memories still echoed inside his bones like aftershocks.
Then the halo of light bloomed.
It began as a thin ring beneath their feet, a trembling circle that hummed with quiet power. The light intensified, swallowing color, swallowing shadow, until the world itself seemed to fold inward. When the brilliance faded, nine figures stood where there had been none before: Jack, Alice, Jill, Claire, Ada, Teri, K-Mart, White Queen, and Becky.
They blinked, eyes adjusting, hearts racing.
Villain Space unfolded around them like a secret finally revealed. Rolling green prairie stretched into the distance, broken only by silver ponds that mirrored the sky. A gentle breeze wandered through the grass, bending blades in slow waves. There were no ruins, no blood, no smoke. It was a landscape untouched by apocalypse, serene to the point of unease.
Alice was the first to speak, her voice low with cautious wonder.
"Where is this? Where did we come?"
Becky spun in a delighted circle, laughter bubbling out of her like something long suppressed.
"Father, where are we? It's beautiful!"
Jack pushed himself upright, brushing grass from his clothes with theatrical dignity. A grin curved across his lips, half pride, half mischief.
"This place belongs to me. Welcome to Villain Space."
Jill crossed her arms, surveying the endless green with narrowed eyes.
"Villain Space? That name is terrible."
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic.
"Details. Names are cheap. Power is expensive."
White Queen stepped forward slowly, her gaze analytical, pupils flickering with streams of invisible data.
"This is genuine spatial separation. The area spans roughly ten thousand square kilometers. Beyond that boundary… the structure becomes unstable, almost blurred."
Ada's eyes swept across the horizon, thoughtful, unsettled.
"Jack… what exactly did you bring us into?"
Before he could answer, the distant hum of an engine sliced through the calm.
A streak of vivid green shot across the prairie—a sleek race car moving at impossible speed. It skidded to a graceful halt before them, dust swirling like a halo. The doors lifted. Three women stepped out.
The car's body twisted and folded behind them, metal reshaping with fluid precision until a steel robot stood where the vehicle had been.
Alice and the others stared, stunned.
The robot's optics glowed warmly.
"Boss… you finally came back."
Jack's grin widened.
"Crosshairs. Still alive and still complaining, I assume."
Peggy, Su Yueming, and Tessa stood side by side, each wearing expressions that hovered between relief and accusation.
Peggy's voice carried restrained emotion.
"Such a long time, Jack. You vanished without a trace."
Su Yueming's eyes lingered on Ada, her brows knitting.
"You…"
Ada stepped forward instinctively, her breath catching.
"…You look exactly like me."
Tessa tilted her head, curiosity flashing across her face.
"Except for hairstyle and clothes, yes. Identical."
Su Yueming studied Ada with equal intensity.
"My name is Su Yueming."
Ada's gaze slid toward Jack, realization dawning with reluctant clarity.
"You weren't lying…"
Jack raised an eyebrow, smug satisfaction evident.
"When have I ever lied about something this entertaining?"
Jill exhaled sharply.
"Jack, explain. Now."
Peggy lifted a hand gently.
"Allow us. The truth is complicated."
They gathered closer. The breeze whispered through the grass as Peggy began.
"What we're about to say may sound impossible. But believe it or not, you are not from a single reality. You—like us—originate from different Movie Worlds."
Silence fell like a dropped blade.
Claire frowned.
"Movie Worlds?"
Su Yueming nodded.
"Yes. Entire universes shaped by cinematic narratives. We are characters within them… or rather, we were."
Becky's eyes widened.
"Characters?"
Jack leaned back, enjoying the shockwaves rippling through the group.
Peggy continued, her tone steady but tinged with bitterness.
"Jack has the ability to move between these worlds. He 'snatches' individuals from their original realities and brings them here."
Teri's lips parted slightly.
"So… we were taken?"
Jack spread his hands casually.
"Rescued. Stolen. Recruited. Choose your preferred tragedy."
Jill shot him a glare.
Tessa smiled faintly, though sadness flickered behind it.
"I came from the Transformers world. A different story, a different war."
Ada looked between Su Yueming and the others, her mind racing.
"So there truly are other versions of… everyone?"
Jack lay back again, folding his arms behind his head.
Crosshairs shifted impatiently.
"Boss, how long were you gone this time?"
"Two months, roughly."
Crosshairs groaned.
"This place is torture. Nothing to fight, nothing to chase. Only endless boredom."
Peggy's gaze hardened.
"Unlike Jack, some of us value stability."
Jack smirked.
Becky tugged at Peggy's sleeve, curiosity shining.
"Am I… also from a Movie World?"
Jack ruffled her hair.
"You are my daughter. That's the only classification that matters."
Peggy blinked.
"Daughter?"
Crosshairs' optics brightened in surprise.
"Boss, you have a child?"
Su Yueming sighed, arms folding.
"Of course he does. Chaos follows him like perfume."
Tessa stepped closer, voice softening.
"Jack, do you realize how worried we were?"
Jack stood, suddenly less theatrical, though his smile remained.
"I'm here now."
Becky beamed proudly.
"Father was unconscious for more than two years. When he woke, he brought us here immediately."
Peggy and Su Yueming froze.
"Two years?"
Jack scratched his cheek.
"A minor nap."
Three pairs of eyes turned ice-cold.
Jack coughed lightly.
Alice stepped forward, voice calm but shadowed by memory.
"Perhaps it's time we share our story too."
Peggy nodded slowly.
"Yes. We told you ours. Now tell us yours."
They moved to sit upon the grass. The peaceful prairie seemed to lean in, listening.
Alice's eyes drifted to the distance, past the ponds, past the sky, into recollection.
"Our world was not like this."
Her voice grew quieter.
"It began beneath the earth, in a place called the Hive…"
She spoke of laboratories and betrayal, of viral outbreaks and endless death. She described corridors stained with blood, cities reduced to ash, humanity pushed to the brink. As Alice's words flowed, the prairie's serenity clashed violently with the horrors she painted.
Peggy listened, stunned.
Su Yueming's lips tightened.
Even Jack's grin faded slightly.
By the time Alice finished, the breeze felt colder.
Villain Space remained silent, absorbing yet another tragedy from yet another world.
Jack lay back once more, staring at the perfect sky.
Loneliness, once a constant companion here, had retreated—for now.
But Villain Space, vast and patient, knew better.
Stories had only begun to collide.