Fanon:Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Worlds Collide (the concluding chapter)

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Suddenly, Captain Underpants started to shake a bit and started soaring down. This was like an airplane when someone forgets to refuel and doesn't realize that until it's too late. Except we weren't falling to the ground, we were falling to the void!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!" We all screamed.

"WE'RE DOOMED!!!" cried Harold.

Just then I noticed one of the floating islands below and shouted, "Everyone, let's jump onto that island below! No time for questions! Let's do it!"

We all jumped off the falling hero and landed on that island. Harold was holding on for dear life on the edge of the island, but George helped him up.

"Thanks, man!" said Harold. "That was a close one."

"Wait, what about Mr. Krupp- er, I mean, Captain Underpants?" asked George.

We all looked down to see that half-naked bald man falling to the void and angrily yelling, "I HATE YOU, GEORGE AND HAROLD!!! I would give you a lecture in my office and dozens of detentions if I wasn't falling to my dooooooom..."

And soon, he was gone.

"I don't know whether to mourn or celebrate," said Harold.

I was kind of peeved off. "This superhero turns into an angry principal when he gets wet!? WHY THE HECK DIDN'T YOU TELL US BEFORE OUR DANGEROUS FLIGHT!?!"

"We were going to during the flight!" George snapped back. "And hey, we're just to trying to help! No need to get mad, you ungrateful little-"

"Uhhh, guys?" Nate interrupted. "Look who else is here."

We all notice on the other side of the platform, none other than Dwight and Timmy Failure. I have a feeling they might be behind all this.

"Made it this far, you all have, I see," said Origami Yoda. "But get past us, you will never. The Force is with me, and use it against you, I will."

"Oh, take a hike, you creepy green space-goblin!" shouted Nate.

"Hey! Insult your master, you do-" Origami Yoda tried to say, but Nate yanked it off Dwight's hand and YEETED it off the island into the void. "NOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!"

"YODA!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" screamed Dwight.

"Wow, Nate!" I exclaimed. "You really got rid of Yoda so easily!"

"Yeah," Nate replied. "I'm a bit creeped out about Yoda ever since a stranger wearing a Yoda mask was talking to me at Classic Comix."

"ENOUGH!!!" yelled Dwight. "You might've vanquished my beloved Origami Yoda, but I have inherited a couple Force powers I've borrowed from him; predicting the future and telekinetically levitating someone one place to another. Wanna hear what your future holds?"

"No, not really," said George.

"I just wanna go home!" whimpered Harold.

"You'll never go home!" laughed Dwight. "Look at your friends and the islands they're on!"

We all looked around to see our other-universe friends, including Tom, Nikki, Andy, Terry, each in a separate island that's starting to crumble. They weren't going to fall to their deaths, were they?

"In 5 minutes," Dwight explained, "all the islands here will collapse, the you'll all fall down to the void and never be heard from again. Not me and Timmy though! I'll levitate him to those pedestals over there in where one of them has a computer right on top for him to use his computer skills to program a command for all the universes to be erased except my own, and with his speed, he can do all that in time to save me from falling."

So that's why we've all had that strange feeling about how important those pedestals were. Still I was confused as heck. "I don't get it. Why are you doing all this?!"

"Why? Oh I don't know," Dwight responded. "Maybe because MY universe was cancelled! There were 6 stories of my life and nothing else. All of you have your own ongoing stories, comics, and spin-offs, but not me. For that, I've caused all 8 universes to glitch using Yoda's Force powers in order for my devious plan to come to fruition. Only my universe shall exist!"

"I can write and draw some comics about your life if you want," said Nate.

"Us too!" George and Harold said in unison.

"SILENCE!!!" Dwight snarled. "No pathetic comic would help my universe be restored, and neither would yours be! So why don't I save all the trouble and send you all to your doom right now."

He raised his foot to reveal that he was wearing spiky cleats. He was gonna stomp hard on the floor and break the island faster. That's it, we're screwed!

"Say goodbye, losers!" Dwight laughed maniacally as he started to lower his foot.

Just then, with a loud "HI-YAAA!!!", Timmy karate-kicked Dwight's descending shin, causing it to bend a few inches.

"Ow!!" yelled Dwight, but the pain in his shin wasn't as bad as in his other foot when he accidentally slammed his cleat hard on it. "YEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He was jumping around, clutching his foot in pain, but just like one of those old animated cartoons, he realized that he had already hopped off the edge of the island and started falling into the deep void.

"CURSE YOU, TIMMY TRAITOR!!!" Dwight screamed as he plummeted down.

Timmy, looking down at the falling villain, called out "I told you, the name's Failure! TIMMY FAILURE!"

We all started celebrating and thanking Timmy for saving our lives.

"Save your thanks for later, lads!" said Timmy. "Good God, have you forgotten that we still need get everything back to normal? Anyone of you know how to get me to those pedestals?"

"Beats me," George responded.

"To tell you the truth, I have no slight idea," Harold said as he stroked his huge puffy hair.

Nate noticed and, like a lightbulb over his head, gained his idea. "That's it! Your hair!"

"What, you think it's bad?!?" Harold asked angrily. "Don't make self-conscious, you porcupine-headed-"

"No, what he means is," I explain. "Your hair can be used as a slingshot to fling Timmy to the pedestals and use the computer to restore things back in order."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Timmy. "But before we start this idea, keep in mind that I would also have to revert everything back to the beginning of each universe's stories, which might cost all of your past adventures. It sucks, I know, but it shall be done, to undo any damage caused to our universes. So please feel free to say each other's goodbyes."

"Sure," I said, and then noticed cracks forming all over the island. "After we slingshot you over there!"

Nate, George, and I pull Harold his hair and Timmy climbs onto it.

"OW!" cried Harold. "Not so hard!"

We all started counting down.

George: "3!"

Nate: "2!"

Me: "1!"

"Let it rip!" yelled Harold, whose hair we all let go of, causing Timmy to fly high.

[2-page drawing of Timmy soaring far to the pedestal with the computer on top]

Timmy ended up holding on to the edge of one of the pedestals, but he got up easily, and it was the correct one too, with the computer. We all noticed the other islands completely breaking apart, with Tom, Nikki, Andy, and Terry screaming and falling. Oh God, I hoped Timmy could fix everything soon.

"Hey guys," I said. "Thank you all for the help in getting us far to save the multiverse."

"Oh, it was nothing, really," Nate responded.

"Glad to help!" George and Harold said in unison.

I sighed. "Whether or not we'll end up falling into the void of non-existence, what matters is, we've all made a freaking great team. So, how about a farewell group hug? Not too awkwardly long, of course."

Nate, George, Harold, and I huddled together and had a nice warm group hug. We already noticed the cracks separating. Our island was breaking apart!

Timmy typed in his username "T. Failure", and then his password "Code Multiverse", and finally his command, "Return everyone to their respective universes and everything to the past, now."

The pieces of our island finally collapsed and we all began to fall down. Luckily, Timmy finished typing the command and pressed the enter button.

"You're welcome, Multiverse!!!" shouted Timmy, as he and the computer were engulfed in a bright expanding sphere of white light.

Wow, this was like one of those foreign cartoons I've watched where a team of kids my age battle a malignant virus from a virtual world. The sphere of light soon reaches us still falling.

And soon, everything was white....

JUNE (a few years back)

Monday "Greg? Greg! Wake up!"

I hear a familiar voice calling my name. I open my eyes and see a familiar face. It was my brother Rodrick, in his school clothes and everything. Boy, was I relieved!

Rodrick told me I slept through the whole summer, but that luckily I woke up just in time for the first day of school.

I just got dressed and went downstairs to make myself some breakfast, like I do every morning on a school day.

But I guess I must have made a pretty big racket because the next thing I knew, Dad was downstairs, yelling at me for eating Cheerios at 3:00 in the morning.

Wait a sec, is that even my dad? This man who's yelling at me has a beard. Not a 5 o'clock shadow, but instead a real full beard. He's also bald and has a potbelly.

That could only mean...

OH NO! Here we go again!

[Final page with George and Harold talking:]

George: Hey, that could be a good line we can use whenever there's trouble at the end of a story.

Harold: Good idea! Anyway, shall we work on our brand-new character?

George: A superhero who's literally in his underwear?

Harold: You know it!

THE END