Author's Notes: I know I have a ton of stories already, some are incomplete or abandoned due to idea loss but those that are incomplete (unless they say otherwise) are not abandoned, they are on hold due to writer's blocks and due to the amount of ideas I get at once, those blocks might be awhile.

I'm writing this new story because it just came to me and I'd rather not lose the idea.

I own nothing except OCs (unless the OC is listed otherwise). Everything, except OCs, belongs to their rightful owners and I guess the same with listed otherwise OCs belong to their rightful owners too.


Chapter 1: Prologue

Unknown Planet; Year: 66549...

[Terminator 2: Judgment Day Theme]

The bodies of over a million species litter the ground, some of them human, some twisted human, some cross-breeds of different species, some are unknown but resemble animals. Destroyed vehicles also litter the battlefield, some are strange-looking monstrous vehicles, others look like normal tanks and one looks like a blue police box with its doors blown open and the glass shattered on it with a fire blazing within it.

There is the sound of someone struggling to breath and we "see" a man wearing a brown-yellow-colored mask with a Vault Hunter design on it, orange prisoner-like pants with boots covering his feet and one arm covered in bandages and the other has a metal bracer with screws sticking out of it.

"Can't...take...the pain...pain...goes...in...head...not...body...pain...too...much..." wheezed the man as his stomach was ripped open, his right arm was pinned to the wall behind him by three four-foot spikes and he was missing the only eye that he had visible due to his mask covering the other eye with a built-in eye-patch. Picking up the Jakobs issued pistol on his hip, he checked it and found only one bullet left and he looked at the dozens of corpses in front of him before he looked at the broken buzz axe at his feet despite being blind before he opened the eye patch to reveal a lightly glazed eye that showed no insanity, unlike his normally uncovered eye.

"Did job...monster down..."

A gunshot is heard and the man's body goes limp.

Nearing a ruined pyramid we see the bodies of Space Marines and Chaos Space Marines littering the ground along with a few Orkz here and there. The only thing about these Space Marines is that, these were Inquisition Space Marines with black armor, a gold chest symbol, and red shoulder pads. Their symbol is also that of a large wolf. These were the Black Wolves Space Marine Chapter. The Orkz also have some armor with the same symbol on it and one Gretchin is seen leaning against a banner with the same symbol which is riddled with bullet holes. The Orkz were with the chapter because they had been "hired" by the Inquisition to aid this chapter. The entire chapter is now deceased.

The Chaos Space Marines littering the ground are both followers of Nurgle and Tzeentch although, it seems that instead of fighting together, they were fighting against one another. Neither of the Chaos Marines belongs to a single group, its almost like they're from every Chaos Legion and War band in existence that worshipped their Chaos God Patron.

Fighting can be heard at the top of the pyramid and halfway up the pyramid, we see the dead body of a Grey Knight Space Marine, blue and pink fire surrounding him along with bullet holes riddling his back as he is lying face-down, his weapon embedded in the chest of a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch which strangely hasn't returned to the Warp despite it being "dead". Heck, Daemons of Tzeetch and Nurgle litter the lower and middle half of the Pyramid, all of them dead and they had been fighting each other.

At the top of the pyramid, we see the dead body of Nurgle (1) himself and a dragon-like figure on his knees in pain as dozens of wounds litter his body. The dragon-like figure has shoulder armor with the Black Wolves' symbol on it before said armor falls off and he unsteadily gets to his feet, revealing him to be none other than Klaxon, the Entity of Mischief, the Fool, the one Hybrid who appears in most of my stories, the most killed character in existence (or second or third, not sure).

(For those who don't know Klaxon's appearance, he's had so many, he has black scales with a white underbelly, blue-green wing membranes, blue eyes, six scars; one over each eye and four on his left facial cheek. He has blue-green-grey-white hair and the same colored fur on the tip of his tail)

"Dang. Was hoping my plan would work." muttered Klaxon as he clutched his right shoulder.

"The plan to kill yourself?" said Tzeentch (2), glaring down at him.

"Yeah. Heh, glad the second plan I have in effect is still working."

"What plan?"

"Don't tell me that the Great Tzeentch doesn't know that this planet's star..."

The planet's star begins going Super Nova.

"Is gonna go Super Nova?"

"How? I should have seen that coming yet I didn't."

"I'm unpredictable. Tell me, how many times have your predictions of my actions have been accurate?"

"2% of the time."

"Wow. I really outplayed you if only 2% have been accurate! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Well, now what are you planning?"

"YOU SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW! GEEZ, WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE OF YOURS, I'D HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D KNOW EVERYTHING! YOU SUCK! Now, the multi-verse ends because this isn't a normal Super Nova."

The Super Nova begins collapsing in on itself, turning it into a black hole that begins dragging in whole universes.

"IT'S THE ULTIMATE SUPER NOVA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"What?"

"I did tons of research, somehow evading your watchful eye while doing it, planned this whole thing out; the war between Khorne and Slaneesh, annoying you to the point YOU create this war against me. I only planned for me to fight your forces, I didn't plan on my allies over the years to come to my aid but that's one flaw I've always had! You LOST TZEENTCH! I BEAT YOU AND NOW, WE BOTH DIE INSIDE THE BELLY OF A SUPER NOVA GOING DIMENSIONAL-DEVOURING BLACK HOLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"You've gone insane."

"I've been insane since I was 18, gone back to being sane but I've always had the small bit of insanity inside me and now, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! I WON'T SURVIVE THIS! NOTHING SURVIVES A BLACK HOLE! NOTHING CAN ESCAPE ONE! ITS GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER!"

The planet is begins twisting apart as its pulled into the vacuum of the black hole and everything ends...

[End Theme]


90.1 Billion Years Later...

A skeletal hand made out of titanium clenches sand as flesh and scales begin to regrow and Klaxon slowly gets to his knees, sand falling off him and he looks around.

"I'm...alive?" muttered Klaxon to himself in shock before he slams his hand into the sand.

"Slaggit! I was supposed to die! Not even a black hole can kill me! Why am I the only Hybrid who can NEVER DIE?!"

Klaxon gets to his feet and looks around and sees nothing but sand for miles and miles as two suns beat down overhead and he sighs.

"I'm in the new Multi-verse. I was hoping not to see it. Now...I'm all alone. Or am I?"

Klaxon brings out a hand-held long range scanner and sets it for Hybrid life forms and comes up with nothing as of yet. He then sets it for future years and not a single Hybrid life sign and he drops it.

"Heh...I'm the last of my kind...heh, I'm the only Hybrid in existence now...heh...I'm alone..." muttered Klaxon before he turned around and began walking.


END CHAPTER

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(1)Do I really need to describe Nurgle from the Warhammer 40k universe? Also, this is FanFiction, have some fun for those who go only with prior knowledge. For those who don't know who Nurgle is, look him up on Lexicanum.

(2) Same as Nurgle and I'm too confused by Tzeentch's appearance to really describe him. Out of all of the Chaos Gods in Warhammer 40k, he confuses the easiest.

I only own Klaxon and the Hybrid race.