Octavia stood in the middle of the nursery, hands on her hips as she surveyed the progress. The room was already starting to take shape, with soft colors and intricate designs that balanced both her gothic aesthetic and Y/N's more down-to-earth style. The walls were painted a deep midnight blue, with subtle constellations dotted across the ceiling, giving the room a celestial feel.

"Okay, I think the crib should go against that wall," Octavia suggested, pointing to the corner where a large, arched window let in just the right amount of light. "That way, they'll have a view of the sky."

Loona, who was kneeling on the floor with a toolkit, tightening screws on the crib, glanced up and shrugged. "Sure, whatever. Just as long as I don't have to move this thing again."

Verosika, lounging on a nearby chair with a glass of wine in hand, smirked. "I still can't believe you're going all domestic, Via. I mean, I get Y/N's a good guy and all, but this is a lot of work."

"Well, it's worth it," Octavia replied with a small smile, her mind briefly drifting to thoughts of Y/N. "We want everything to be perfect for the baby."

Barbie Wire, who was hanging up a mobile with tiny planets and stars, chuckled. "Perfect? Have you met your dad? The guy's the definition of over-the-top. But hey, this is looking pretty good."

Octavia rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness in her expression. "Dad's just excited to be a grandpa. Besides, he's been surprisingly helpful with ideas."

Verosika leaned forward, placing her glass down on a side table. "Speaking of ideas, did you ever think about what kind of music you're gonna play for the baby? Maybe something with a little edge, like their mom."

Loona smirked, finally finishing her work on the crib. "Or maybe some heavy metal to toughen them up. Start 'em young."

Octavia laughed softly. "As long as it's something Y/N and I both enjoy, I'm sure the baby will too. Besides, it's not just about what I want. Y/N deserves to have his touch in here too."

Barbie stepped back to admire her work, then turned to Octavia. "You guys have thought about names yet? Or are you just gonna wing it?"

Octavia hesitated, glancing at the others before answering. "We've thrown a few ideas around, but nothing's decided yet. We kinda want to wait until we see the baby."

Verosika stood up, stretching as she walked over to Octavia, giving her a playful nudge. "Well, whatever name you pick, just make sure it's badass. This kid's gonna be something special."

Loona leaned against the wall, her usual aloof demeanor softening for a moment. "Yeah, special. Just like their parents."

Octavia felt a warmth in her chest as she looked around the room, filled with love and effort from the women who, in their own ways, had become part of her and Y/N's life. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was theirs, and that was more than enough.

"Thanks, guys," Octavia said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Barbie grinned, picking up a paintbrush. "Hey, we're not done yet. We still gotta add those finishing touches. Now, who's up for painting some stars?"

As the group got into the rhythm of painting, with soft music playing in the background, Loona broke the comfortable silence with a question that had clearly been on her mind.

"So, Octavia," Loona began, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity, "have you and Y/N talked about, you know, getting married?"

The room went quiet for a moment, the only sound being the gentle swish of paintbrushes against the wall. Octavia paused, her brush hovering just above the wall as she thought about it.

"We've talked about it a little," she admitted, dipping her brush back into the paint. "But we're not in a rush. We've got a lot going on right now with the baby and everything."

Verosika, who was carefully adding details to a constellation, chimed in with a teasing grin. "You know, marriage doesn't have to change everything."

Barbie, balancing on a stepladder as she added some finishing touches to the ceiling, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you guys have always done things your own way. I'm sure a wedding would be just as unique."

Loona, however, wasn't quite done with her questions. She leaned her back against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on Octavia. "But, like, if you two do get married, what does that mean for the rest of us? Are we still gonna be allowed to date him?"

Octavia looked at Loona, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Of course you would. Y/N cares about all of you, and he's always made sure everyone feels loved and included. That's not going to change just because we decide to get married."

Loona seemed to relax a bit at that, her usual guarded expression softening. "Good. Because I really like him. And I don't want things to get weird."

Verosika added with a playful smirk, "Weird? This is us we're talking about. Weird is our normal."

Octavia chuckled, shaking her head. "Exactly. Y/N and I have always been about what works for us, and that includes you three."

Octavia smiled to herself as she finished painting the last stroke on the wall. The room was coming together nicely, and she couldn't help but feel excited about the future. She decided it was time to check on Y/N and see what he was up to.

Reaching over to a small table in the corner, she grabbed a spell book that she knew would help her locate him. With a soft hum, she opened the ancient tome, flipping through the worn pages until she found the right spell. She placed the book on the floor, stood over it, and began to chant softly.

"I just want to see where he is," she muttered under her breath, focusing on Y/N as she spoke the incantation.

Suddenly, the book started to tremble in her hands. Before she could react, it shot out a burst of purple energy, filling the room with a soft glow. Octavia took a step back as the energy formed into multiple windows, each showing a different version of Y/N.

"Whoa," Loona said, looking up from her painting. "What the hell is that?"

Octavia stared at the windows in awe. Each one showed a different scenario with Y/N—one version of him chatting with some demons at the party, another one in deep conversation with Verosika, and yet another sitting by himself, seemingly lost in thought. There were even a few versions of him in different outfits and situations, some she didn't even recognize.

Verosika looked, raising an eyebrow at one of the windows showing Y/N dressed as a knight.

Barbie, perched on her ladder, glanced over and whistled. "That's... something. Didn't know the spell would do that."

Octavia tilted her head, trying to focus on one of the images. "I was just trying to see him, not... all of him."

Loona snickered. "All of him, huh? You sure you didn't ask for this on purpose?"

Octavia shot her a glare. "Not like that, Loona."

Verosika raised an eyebrow, looking at a window where Y/N was with an odd assortment of characters. "Uh, Octavia, why are we seeing so many versions of Y/N? Did you do that on purpose?"

Octavia shook her head, still a bit bewildered herself. "No, I didn't. I think it happened because I wasn't specific when I asked to see him. There are a lot of different versions of Y/N, so I guess the book wasn't sure which one I was talking about."

Loona leaned closer to one of the windows

As they watched, the scene unfolded like a bizarre cartoon. Y/N was seated in what looked like the cockpit of a makeshift plane alongside the Kids Next Door, I.M. Weasel, and other animated characters like Robot Jones, Wilt, and Eduardo. They seemed to be preparing for some kind of mission, or maybe an adventure.

Sector V leader Numbuh One, who was acting as the Skipper of the operation, called out orders.

Numbuh One: "Okay, wind her up, everyone! It's Monte Carlo or bust! Struts!"

Numbuh Two, flipped the switches, and the lights on the plane's console turned red and green.

Numbuh Two: "Check."

Numbuh One: "Flaps."

The gas supply indicator rose higher as Numbuh Two continued.

Numbuh Two: "Check."

Numbuh One glanced at a pile of glittering loot.

Numbuh One: "Diamonds and gold."

I.M. Weasel, counted the diamonds, pearls, gold, sapphires, and emeralds. Robot Jones, analyzed a piece of gold with a quick scan.

Numbuh Two: "Check!"

The plane, looking like a patched-together contraption of various toys and gadgets, began to take off, sputtering to life.

Numbuh One: "We'll be back from our gambling spree in a couple of weeks."

All: "Bye!"

Numbuh One: "Or whenever the gold runs out."

Jake: "Bye-bye!"

Steven: "Bye."

Pearl: "All right! We'll be waiting for ya! Just bring Y/N back safely!"

The scene cut back to the plane, where Numbuh One smirked mischievously.

Numbuh One: "Just kidding! We're never coming back!" (He laughed as the plane flew off.)

Y/N could be seen in the back of the plane, smiling nervously but clearly enjoying the chaotic energy of the group. Back on the ground, the other characters stared after the plane, a mix of confusion and amusement on their faces.

Princess Bubblegum: "Sorry. What was that?" She

Octavia blinked, unable to process the absurdity of what she just witnessed. "I... I don't even know what to say."

As the plane flew off into the distance, Barbie Wire watched it go with a bemused expression. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, trying to wrap her mind around the bizarre scene she'd just witnessed.

Barbie Wire asked "How the hell are five kids, a teenager, a robot, a weasel, a living peppermint, and... whatever the other two are supposed to be, gonna sneak into a casino in Monte Carlo?"

Verosika shrugged

As the group continued to watch the magical windows provided by the spell book, they were greeted with the sight of Y/N, I.M. Weasel, and Robot Jones hurriedly putting together a rather elaborate disguise. The trio was somehow managing to fashion themselves into a convincing, if not somewhat ridiculous, version of the King of Versailles.

Octavia raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that...? Are they seriously trying to pass themselves off as the King of Versailles?"

Verosika leaned in closer, eyes wide in disbelief. "No way! How is that even gonna work? The robot's legs are practically made of bolts and wires!"

Loona laughed, shaking her head. "Y/N's got some guts, I'll give him that. But this... this is just insane."

Barbie Wire watched as the disguised group adjusted their robes and powdered wig, Weasel peeking out from under the grandiose hat while Robot Jones worked to keep the massive coat from slipping off. The overall effect was a surprisingly coherent, if slightly over-the-top, impersonation of the French monarch.

"This has got to be the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I mean, who would actually believe that's a real person? Let alone royalty!" Barbie Wire laughed

Octavia grinned, amused by the unfolding chaos. "If anyone can pull off a stunt like this, it's Y/N. Let's see how far they get before someone catches on."

The scene in the magical window shifted to show Y/N, I.M. Weasel, and Robot Jones—now fully decked out as the King of Versailles—arriving at the grand entrance of the Monte Carlo casino. The trio, stacked precariously under the guise of the opulent monarch, waltzed in with a grand air of entitlement, the type of swagger you'd expect from someone with royal blood.

Octavia and the others watched in disbelief as the casino staff immediately took notice of the "royal guest."

Loona leaned forward, her tail flicking with interest. "There's no way this is actually working. They look ridiculous!"

The casino staff, clearly not wanting to offend someone of such apparent importance, snapped into action. A flurry of activity surrounded the disguised trio as they were promptly greeted by a team of attendants, all eager to assist the "King" in any way possible.

One attendant, a sharply dressed man with a bow tie, bowed deeply. "Your Majesty! Welcome to the Monte Carlo Casino! It's an honor to have you here. How can we assist you today?"

Y/N, hidden under the elaborate costume, cleared his throat and put on his best regal voice. "Ah, yes, thank you. I've come to, ah... test my royal luck at your finest games."

Weasel, who was controlling one of the arms, awkwardly waved in a royal manner, while Robot Jones, acting as the legs, shuffled them forward with exaggerated grace.

Verosika blinked in disbelief. "Are they seriously buying this?"

Octavia laughed, shaking her head. "I can't believe it. They actually think he's some kind of royalty!"

The women watched as the disguised trio was escorted to a private VIP area, complete with velvet ropes and complimentary champagne. Y/N managed to maintain his composure, even as Weasel struggled to keep the towering hat from tipping over and Robot Jones tried to match the stride of someone far more dignified.

Barbie Wire crossed her arms, smirking. "I gotta hand it to them; they're pulling this off better than I thought. Maybe they'll actually get away with it."

Loona snorted.

As Octavia waved her hand over the spellbook, the scene in the magical window shifted to another world. This time, the image showed Y/N dressed in a sleek, metallic grey suit with a helmet that had a raptor-like visor, standing alongside a group of colorful warriors. They all wore similar suits, each representing different colors, and appeared to be ready for battle. Y/N's suit was distinct, with raptor-like designs etched into the armor, giving him a fierce but still somewhat timid appearance.

The women in the room stared at the image, clearly puzzled.

Verosika tilted her head, frowning slightly. "What... is he wearing? And why does he look like a robot dinosaur?"

Octavia squinted at the scene, trying to make sense of what they were seeing. "I have no idea. It's like some kind of... battle team? But why are they all dressed like that?"

Loona, equally confused, crossed her arms and leaned closer to the window. "Maybe it's some kind of weird cult? Or like, a really intense LARPing group?"

Barbie Wire shrugged. "Whatever it is, Y/N looks like he's part of some superhero squad. Look at those giant robot dinosaurs in the background. What the hell are those?"

The scene in the window zoomed out, revealing an enormous metallic dinosaur—clearly Y/N's—standing alongside several other giant robotic animals, each one matching the color of the respective warrior. Y/N's giant raptor megazord let out a mechanical roar, and the ground trembled beneath its feet.

Verosika raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I have no idea what's going on, but those things are... kinda cool. Is Y/N controlling that giant robot?"

Octavia nodded slowly, starting to piece things together. "It looks like it. And despite being in the middle of a battle, he still seems... shy? Look how he's standing back a bit, almost like he's nervous to take charge."

Loona rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a small grin. "Of course he's still shy. Even in a world where he's got a giant robot dinosaur, he's still the same Y/N."

Barbie Wire chuckled. "Well, whatever this is, it's definitely not what I was expecting. But hey, at least he's got some badass gear and a giant robot to back him up."

Octavia couldn't help but smile as she watched Y/N's megazord roar again, preparing to engage in battle alongside the others. "Yeah, he does look pretty cool, doesn't he? I guess in this world, he's a hero too."

The scene then shifted, showing the rangers after the battle. They had returned to what appeared to be their base, a sleek, high-tech command center filled with blinking lights and advanced equipment. The rangers removed their helmets, revealing their faces for the first time.

The Yellow Ranger,

walked over to Y/N. She kissed his cheek, She looked at him with a warmth and familiarity that suggested they were more than just teammates.

Verosika narrowed her eyes as she watched the interaction. "Is it just me, or does it look like she's really into him?"

Octavia leaned in closer, observing the way the Yellow Ranger gently touched Y/N's arm and smiled up at him. Y/N's shy demeanor was evident as he blushed slightly and smiled back, his eyes darting to the ground for a moment before returning her gaze.

Loona raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, they're definitely more than just teammates."

As they peered into the next world, the group was met with a drastically different scene. Neon lights flickered in the rain-soaked city, a sprawling urban jungle that seemed both advanced and dystopian. The buildings were tall and imposing, filled with digital advertisements and holographic displays that flickered and glowed in the darkened sky.

They watched as a figure clad in a sleek, black-and-red suit soared across the cityscape, the sharp lines of his suit accentuated by the occasional flash of lightning. The suit had an emblem of a bat on the chest, and the figure moved with a level of agility and precision that spoke of years of training and expertise.

"Is that... Y/N?" Octavia asked, her eyes wide with surprise. The figure's face was hidden beneath a mask, but something about his posture and movements felt familiar.

"He looks different... more confident," Verosika remarked, leaning in to get a better look.

As the figure landed on a rooftop, another person joined him. She was a striking woman with short, dark hair and a commanding presence. She wore a tight, tactical outfit that looked as though it was made for both combat and infiltration. Her eyes were sharp, almost mechanical, as she scanned the surroundings.

"Who's she?" Loona asked, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

"I think she might be someone important to him," Barbie Wire suggested, watching the way the two interacted.

The woman approached Y/N, removing her tactical visor and revealing her strikingly intense eyes. "Terry, we need to move. The intel suggests a potential cyberbrain hack in Sector 12," she said in a commanding, yet calm voice.

Y/N—referred to as Terry in this world—nodded. "I'm right behind you, Motoko."

As they moved together, there was an undeniable chemistry between them. Motoko's usually stoic expression softened when she looked at him, and Y/N—Terry—seemed to find comfort and focus in her presence. It became clear that these two were more than just partners in battle.

"They look like a couple," Octavia observed, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Yeah, but they're also working together, like... a team," Verosika added, noting the seamless way they communicated with each other, both verbally and through subtle gestures.

The scene shifted to a quiet moment later that evening. The city was still, with only the distant hum of technology filling the air. Inside a dimly lit apartment, Terry removed his mask, revealing Y/N's familiar face, albeit with a scar across his face. Motoko joined him, her demeanor much more relaxed now that they were alone.

She sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You did well today," she said softly.

Y/N smiled, wrapping an arm around her. "Couldn't have done it without you."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the city's lights casting a gentle glow into their space. There was a tenderness between them, a deep bond forged through both love and shared experiences. It was clear that, in this world, Y/N had found not only a partner but someone who truly understood him.

"I'm glad you're here," Motoko murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N—Terry—smiled, leaning his head against hers. "I'm glad I'm here too."

As the group continued to watch, they could see the depth of the relationship between Y/N and Motoko. It was a mix of respect, love, and trust—elements that made their bond strong, even in a world as complex and dangerous as this one.

"Seems like in every world, Y/N finds someone who cares about him," Octavia said with a smile, feeling a sense of comfort in that realization.

As the group gazed into the next world, they were met with a darker, more gritty environment. The city was a chaotic mix of crime, corruption, and super-powered individuals who seemed to teeter on the edge of morality. It was clear that this world was one where being a hero wasn't a straightforward path, and power often came with a cost.

"Wow, this place looks... intense," Barbie Wire commented, taking in the scene. The atmosphere was charged with an underlying tension, as though danger lurked around every corner.

In the midst of this, they spotted Y/N—or rather, a version of him. He was dressed in dark clothing that clung to his frame, giving off an almost predatory aura. His eyes glowed faintly, a sign that something otherworldly was at play. The familiar black tendrils of the Venom symbiote occasionally rippled across his skin, making it clear that he was bonded with the alien entity.

Despite the intimidating exterior, this Y/N still carried a sense of shyness, his movements slightly hesitant as he walked through the bustling streets. The symbiote seemed to be constantly whispering in his ear, guiding him, but also amplifying his insecurities and desires.

"Is that... Venom?" Loona asked, recognizing the infamous Marvel character.

"Yeah, looks like it," Verosika confirmed, her eyes narrowing as she tried to get a better sense of this Y/N.

They followed Y/N as he made his way to a secluded apartment building. As he entered, the atmosphere shifted. The apartment was a stark contrast to the chaotic city outside—warm, cozy, and filled with small personal touches that made it feel like a home.

Waiting for him inside was a woman with fiery red hair and a confident, almost mischievous smile. She was dressed in casual clothes, but there was something about her presence that radiated power and control. The group watched as Y/N's tense demeanor softened the moment he saw her.

"Kasey," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of affection and relief.

"Hey, you," Kasey replied, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The symbiote, which had been restlessly shifting around Y/N, seemed to calm under her touch, retreating back beneath his skin.

"They seem close," Octavia noted, watching the way Y/N visibly relaxed in Kasey's presence.

"Yeah, like she knows how to handle him... and the symbiote," Barbie Wire added, impressed by the dynamic between them.

The scene continued, showing the two of them sharing an intimate moment on the couch. Kasey's fingers traced soothing patterns along Y/N's arm, while he leaned into her, finding comfort in her touch. Despite his usual shyness, there was a sense of deep trust between them, a bond that had clearly been forged over time.

"You okay?" Kasey asked softly, her voice filled with concern as she looked into his eyes.

Y/N nodded, though his gaze dropped to the floor. "Just... hard day," he admitted quietly.

Kasey smiled, cupping his cheek and lifting his head so he would meet her eyes. "You're doing great, you know that? And you don't have to do it alone. We're in this together, remember?"

Y/N's lips curled into a small, appreciative smile. "Yeah... together."

Kasey leaned in, kissing him again, this time deeper, more passionate. The symbiote, sensing Y/N's rising emotions, began to creep out once more, its black tendrils entwining around Kasey's arm. But instead of pulling away, Kasey welcomed it, embracing both Y/N and the symbiote as one.

"Looks like she accepts him... all of him," Verosika observed, a hint of admiration in her voice.

As the group peered into the next world, they found themselves looking at the grim, industrial streets of Zaun, a city perpetually cloaked in shadows and pollution. The world was dark and gritty, with towering buildings made of rusted metal and flickering neon lights casting an eerie glow over the alleys below. This was a world where survival was the only rule, and power was often obtained through ruthless means.

"Wow, this place looks rough," Barbie Wire commented, taking in the oppressive atmosphere of Zaun.

"Yeah, not exactly a vacation spot," Loona added, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

In the midst of this harsh world, they spotted Y/N—or rather, a version of him. He was dressed in simple, worn-out clothes that seemed to blend in with the rough environment around him. His demeanor was shy and reserved, his eyes often darting nervously as he walked through the dangerous streets. But there was something else—something beneath the surface. Occasionally, a dark aura would pulse around him, as if something monstrous lay dormant within, waiting to be unleashed.

"Is that... him?" Verosika asked, squinting to get a better look at this version of Y/N.

"Yeah, that's him," Octavia confirmed, though she could tell this Y/N was dealing with more than just the usual dangers of Zaun.

They followed Y/N as he made his way through the winding alleys until he reached a hidden door tucked away in the shadows. After a quick glance around to ensure he wasn't being followed, he slipped inside. The interior was a stark contrast to the harshness of the city—warm and welcoming, with makeshift furniture and dim lighting that created a cozy, if slightly chaotic, atmosphere.

Waiting inside were two women. One was Jinx, the notorious troublemaker of Zaun, with her wild blue hair and manic grin that hinted at the chaos she often left in her wake. The other was Vi, a tough, battle-hardened enforcer with a no-nonsense attitude and a protective streak a mile wide. Both women had a fierce aura, but as soon as they saw Y/N, their expressions softened.

"Hey, there you are!" Jinx greeted, bouncing over to him with her usual exuberance. "I was starting to think you got lost in those creepy tunnels again."

Vi smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "You should know by now, Jinx. He's not the type to get lost—more like the type to make sure no one else does."

Y/N smiled shyly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, just... took a while to get here. The streets are... pretty dangerous tonight."

Jinx wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist, pulling him into a tight hug. "Well, you're here now, and that's all that matters!" she said cheerfully, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Vi stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "You okay? You seem a bit... off tonight."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, just... had a rough day. But being here with you two helps."

The group watching could see how Y/N seemed to relax in the presence of Jinx and Vi. Despite the dangerous world they lived in, the bond between the three of them was clear—one built on trust, love, and mutual understanding.

"Looks like they really care about him," Barbie Wire noted, watching the way Vi's protective nature softened around Y/N.

"Yeah, and Jinx... she's got that wild streak, but she's gentle with him," Loona observed.

As the scene continued, they saw Y/N, Jinx, and Vi sitting together, sharing a quiet moment. Jinx's playful nature was tempered by her affection for Y/N, and Vi's usual toughness melted away as she wrapped an arm around both of them, holding them close.

But then, the peaceful moment was interrupted. The dark aura around Y/N began to pulse more intensely, and his body tensed up as if trying to suppress something deep within.

"What's happening to him?" Verosika asked, her eyes widening in concern.

Suddenly, Y/N's form began to shift and change, his body growing larger and more monstrous. His skin turned a deep, blood-red, and massive, bat-like wings sprouted from his back. His face elongated into a fearsome, dragon-like snout, and his eyes glowed with a fiery, destructive energy. In moments, Y/N had transformed into Destoroyah, a towering kaiju with the power to level entire cities.

"Whoa! What the hell is that?!" Barbie Wire exclaimed, shocked by the sudden transformation.

"That's... Destoroyah. He's a monster from another world," Octavia explained, though she was just as surprised to see Y/N take on such a terrifying form.

Despite his monstrous appearance, Y/N—now Destoroyah—was still in control, though his movements were more cautious, as if trying to avoid causing any unintentional harm. Jinx and Vi didn't flinch at the transformation, their expressions showing a mix of concern and resolve.

"Hey, big guy," Jinx said softly, stepping forward despite the towering creature in front of her. "It's okay. We're here. You're not alone."

Vi joined her, standing tall as she looked up at Y/N. "You've got this. We've got your back."

Slowly, Y/N's monstrous form began to shrink back down, returning to his human appearance. He collapsed onto the ground, exhausted and trembling from the effort of controlling the transformation. Jinx and Vi were immediately by his side, comforting him with gentle words and touches.

"It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now," Vi whispered, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Jinx knelt beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "You're still you, no matter what. And we love every part of you."

As the group watched, it was clear that this Y/N had found a deep and loving connection with Jinx and Vi—one that helped him navigate the challenges of both his powers and the harsh world they lived in.

"They really love him, don't they?" Loona said softly, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Yeah," Octavia agreed, smiling as she watched the tender moment between the three of them. "They do."

As the group peered into the next world, they were greeted by a bustling Metropolis skyline, its gleaming towers bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. This world had a more vibrant and optimistic atmosphere than the previous ones, with colorful billboards and flying cars zipping through the air. It was a city of heroes, where the extraordinary was part of everyday life.

"Now, this looks a lot more like a superhero world," Barbie Wire commented, taking in the bright and energetic vibe of the city.

"Definitely," Loona added. "But where's Y/N in all of this?"

Their question was soon answered as they spotted Y/N, but this wasn't the shy and reserved version they were familiar with. Instead, this Y/N exuded confidence and intensity. He wore a sleek, armored suit with a spider emblem emblazoned on his chest. The suit was reminiscent of Spider-Man but more advanced, with glowing lines running along the limbs and a menacing mask that covered his face. On his wrist was a familiar device—the Omnitrix, a powerful alien watch capable of transforming its wearer into various extraterrestrial beings.

"This Y/N looks... intense," Verosika noted, her eyes narrowing as she watched him from the world window.

"Yeah, he's definitely not the shy guy we're used to," Octavia added, curious about this version of him.

They watched as Y/N moved swiftly through the streets of Metropolis, his every movement precise and calculated. He was in pursuit of Heatwave, a pyromaniac villain known for her destructive tendencies, and her gang of criminals. The chase was relentless, with Heatwave unleashing streams of fire in an attempt to shake Y/N off her trail. But Y/N was undeterred, dodging and weaving through the flames with an almost mechanical precision.

"He's not holding back," Loona observed, her tone a mix of awe and concern as she watched Y/N effortlessly take down members of Heatwave's gang one by one.

Y/N's fighting style was brutal and efficient, every punch and kick delivered with the intent to incapacitate his foes quickly and without mercy. The group watched in shock as he took down the last of Heatwave's gang with a devastating blow that sent the criminal crashing into the side of a building, leaving a sizable dent.

"Whoa... he's... different," Barbie Wire muttered, clearly taken aback by this more aggressive version of Y/N.

"This Y/N is definitely not shy," Verosika added, her eyes glued to the scene.

Finally, Y/N cornered Heatwave, who was visibly shaken and out of options. The villainess attempted one last desperate attack, but Y/N was faster. He activated the Omnitrix, transforming into a hulking alien form with rocky, lava-like skin—an alien known as Four Arms. With his immense strength, Y/N easily overpowered Heatwave, disarming her and beating her to the ground.

As Heatwave struggled beneath him, Y/N's voice, cold and unyielding, cut through the air. "You're done, Heatwave. This ends now."

He deactivated the Omnitrix, returning to his human form as he secured Heatwave with webbing. His mask retracted, revealing a serious and determined expression that was far removed from the usual shy demeanor they had seen in other worlds.

But before he could leave the scene, the group noticed a change in Y/N's demeanor as several figures approached. They were women, each of them unique and radiating power in their own right. The first was Lois Lane, a determined and fierce journalist who looked at Y/N with both admiration and concern. The second was Kara Zor-El, also known as Supergirl, whose protective nature was evident as she rushed to check on him. The third was Livewire, with her electrifying personality, and the fourth was Silver Banshee, whose spectral appearance contrasted with the others but carried the same sense of care.

The group watching could see the shift in Y/N as the women surrounded him, his harsh exterior softening as he interacted with them. Despite his intense persona in battle, it was clear that he had a deep, caring bond with each of them.

"You okay?" Lois asked, her hand gently resting on Y/N's shoulder.

"Yeah," Y/N replied, his voice losing its edge. "Just... had to take care of things."

Kara gave him a worried look. "You didn't go too hard, did you?"

Y/N shook his head. "No, just did what needed to be done."

Livewire smirked, playfully nudging Y/N's arm. "Still playing the tough guy, huh? Don't forget, we're here to keep you from going too far."

Silver Banshee's expression was softer, her ethereal voice filled with concern. "You've been through a lot... don't let it consume you."

Y/N looked at each of them in turn, his expression softening further as he took in their words. "I won't. Thanks for being here."

As the group watched, it became clear that, despite his brutal efficiency in battle, this Y/N had found a support system in these women—a group of people who helped him balance the intensity of his actions with compassion and care.

"Looks like he's got a strong support system," Octavia noted, smiling at the sight of Y/N surrounded by those who cared for him.

The next world came into focus, and the group found themselves looking into the familiar setting of the U.A. Sports Festival. The stadium was packed with spectators, all eagerly awaiting the next match. The atmosphere was electric, with cheers and excitement echoing throughout the arena. This world was clearly part of the My Hero Academia universe, a place where aspiring heroes trained and competed to prove their worth.

In the center of the arena stood Y/N, who was noticeably shy and nervous. He wore a modified U.A. sports uniform, with the Omnitrix prominently displayed on his wrist.

His eyes darted around the stadium, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer number of people watching. Despite his anxiety, there was a determination in his eyes, a resolve to do his best in the upcoming fight.

"He looks so nervous," Octavia observed, her tone filled with empathy as she watched Y/N fidget in place.

Loona nodded. "Yeah, but he's still out there, ready to fight. That takes guts."

On the opposite side of the arena stood Kirishima, who was grinning with excitement. The red-haired boy was clearly pumped for the match, his usual enthusiasm shining through as he stretched and prepared himself. Despite his tough exterior, Kirishima had a friendly and supportive nature, and it was clear that he respected Y/N as an opponent.

"Ready, Y/N?" Kirishima called out, his voice full of encouragement. "Let's give 'em a good show!"

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Y-Yeah... let's do this."

Before the match could begin, the group's attention was drawn to the stands, where the girls of Class 1-A were cheering Y/N on. Their voices rang out, full of support and encouragement.

"You got this, Y/N!" Uraraka shouted, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Give it your all!" Tsuyu added, her tone calm but supportive.

"Show 'em what you're made of, Y/N!" Mina cheered, her energy infectious.

"Don't be nervous, we believe in you!" Momo called out, her voice full of reassurance.

Even Jiro was cheering him on,.

Y/N glanced up at the stands, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of his classmates cheering him on. Their support seemed to bolster his confidence, and he gave them a small but determined smile.

"He's got a lot of people rooting for him," Barbie Wire commented, a small smile forming on her lips as she watched the scene unfold.

"Yeah, and it's helping him calm down," Verosika noted, clearly impressed by the way Y/N was handling the pressure.

Back in the arena, the Midnight raised her hand, signaling the start of the match. "Let the match begin!"

Y/N and Kirishima squared off, both ready to give it their all. Y/N quickly activated the Omnitrix, and with a flash of green light, he transformed into a powerful alien form—Diamondhead. His entire body was covered in sharp, crystalline armor, and he stood tall and ready to face Kirishima's Hardening Quirk.

The group watched in anticipation as the two began their battle, Y/N using his alien abilities to counter Kirishima's hardened punches. Despite his earlier nervousness, Y/N fought with determination and skill, matching Kirishima's strength with his own unique powers.

"He's doing really well," Octavia said, her eyes glued to the scene.

"And he's still shy, even in the middle of a fight," Loona added, noting how Y/N's demeanor remained humble and reserved despite his impressive abilities.

As the match continued, it became clear that Y/N had earned the respect of his classmates and opponents alike. The girls in the stands continued to cheer him on, their voices filled with pride and admiration for their friend.

As the group continued to explore different worlds through the spell book, they soon stumbled upon a series of alternate realities where Y/N had taken darker paths. The scenes that unfolded were stark contrasts to the more wholesome versions they had seen earlier.

Your Lie in April - Firefly
In a world reminiscent of Your Lie in April, the scene revealed Y/N as Firefly. The once timid and shy individual now wore a sinister, flame-themed costume. He stood amidst a burning concert hall, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The room was filled with chaos and destruction as Y/N, now a fire-wielding villain, seemed to revel in the flames he had unleashed. His transformation from a shy, sensitive person to a villainous force was striking and unsettling.

Creepypasta - Killer Green Lantern
In another world, set in a nightmarish version of the Creepypasta universe, Y/N had become a killer Green Lantern. His once-green ring was now dark and corrupted, radiating a sinister energy. The scene showed him terrorizing innocent people with his newfound powers, his face twisted in a menacing grin. The juxtaposition of the iconic Green Lantern's power with Y/N's malicious intent created a chilling image.

"That's... horrifying," Octavia said, shuddering at the sight. "He's using his powers to hurt people."

Ghost in the Shell - Merged with Ultron
The next world revealed Y/N merged with Ultron in a Ghost in the Shell setting. The hybrid being, a fusion of Y/N's form and Ultron's mechanical menace, wreaked havoc in a futuristic city. The combination of Y/N's physical form with Ultron's cold, calculating presence was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The streets were filled with robotic minions and chaos, a stark contrast to the more heroic versions they had seen.

Jujutsu Kaisen - Destroyah
In Jujutsu Kaisen, Y/N had transformed into Destroyah. Towering and monstrous, he rampaged through a cityscape, his enormous form crushing buildings and causing widespread devastation. The power and destruction he wielded were immense, a far cry from the shy and nervous individual the group had previously encountered.

Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes - Parasite
The final scene took place in the Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes universe, where Y/N had become the villain known as Parasite. He was shown draining the energy from heroes, his form a grotesque amalgamation of stolen powers. The scene was filled with despair as Y/N's villainous actions caused suffering and chaos, reflecting a deeply corrupted version of himself.

The group watched in silence as these darker versions of Y/N played out, each scene a reminder of the potential for darkness within.

As the group was still processing the darker versions of Y/N they had witnessed, the real Y/N finally returned. He entered the room carrying a few bags filled with items for the baby's room. His shyness was evident in his demeanor as he stepped inside, his eyes darting around nervously.

"Hey, um, I got a few things for the baby's room," Y/N announced, his voice barely above a whisper.

Octavia, Loona, Verosika, and Barbie Wire immediately turned their attention to him. Seeing the real Y/N brought a sense of relief and warmth to the room. Octavia's face lit up with joy, and she moved quickly to greet him. Loona, Verosika, and Barbie Wire followed suit, their expressions softening as they embraced him.

"Oh, Y/N!" Octavia exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you!"

Loona, Verosika, and Barbie Wire joined in, hugging him tightly. Their affection was evident as they showered him with kisses, their faces beaming with happiness.

"Look at you," Loona said with a playful grin. "Bringing stuff for the baby's room and being all shy about it. You're so sweet."

Y/N blushed under their affection but managed a small, shy smile. "I just wanted to help make the room special."

"Can I, um, check out the baby's room?" Y/N asked shyly, his voice gentle.

"Of course!" Octavia said, taking his hand and leading him to the room.

Loona, Verosika, and Barbie Wire followed closely behind, eager to see his reaction.

As Y/N stepped into the room, his eyes widened in awe. The walls were freshly painted in soft, calming colors that made the room feel warm and inviting. The furniture was carefully placed, with a crib in one corner and a rocking chair by the window. There were various decorations around the room—plush toys, colorful mobiles, and framed pictures ready to be filled with memories.

Y/N slowly walked around the room, taking in every detail. He reached out and gently touched the edge of the crib, his fingers tracing the smooth wood. There was a quiet, thoughtful expression on his face as he imagined the future—his and Octavia's baby sleeping peacefully in the crib, the room filled with the sounds of laughter and love.

"It's... it's beautiful," Y/N said, his voice filled with emotion. "You all did such an amazing job."

Octavia squeezed his hand gently. "We wanted to make it perfect for the baby."

The walls were painted in soft, pastel shades of lavender and sky blue. The paint had a slight shimmer to it, giving the room a magical, almost ethereal quality when the light hit it just right.

A beautifully crafted wooden crib, finished in a warm, natural tone, stood in one corner of the room. It was adorned with a mobile that hung above it, featuring gentle, rotating figures of stars, moons, and clouds, each one delicately painted to match the room's color scheme. The mobile played a soft lullaby when wound up, adding to the peaceful ambiance.

Next to the crib, a plush rocking chair with a cushioned seat and backrest was positioned by the window. The chair was upholstered in a soft, cream-colored fabric that invited comfort. It was the perfect spot for late-night feedings or quiet moments of bonding, with a small side table nearby holding a lamp with a whimsical, cloud-shaped shade.

Shelves lined one of the walls, filled with an assortment of stuffed animals, storybooks, and small keepsakes. Some of the shelves had baskets for organizing baby essentials, all neatly arranged and ready for use. The stuffed animals ranged from cute bunnies and teddy bears to fantastical creatures like unicorns and dragons, each one carefully chosen to spark the imagination.

The room also featured a changing table, equipped with everything needed for diaper changes, including soft, neatly folded blankets and tiny clothes stored in the drawers below. A framed picture on the wall above the changing table depicted a serene, starry night sky, adding to the room's dreamy theme.

The floor was covered with a plush, lavender-colored rug that was soft underfoot, providing a safe and comfortable surface for the baby to crawl and play on as they grew. In the corner opposite the crib, a small bookshelf was filled with picture books and toys, ready to entertain and educate the baby as they explored their new world.

Y/N stood in the center of the baby's room, admiring the thoughtful touches that had gone into creating such a comforting and loving space. As he turned to Octavia, he softly asked, "So... have you told your mom yet?"

Octavia, who had been fussing with a small blanket on the crib, paused and sighed, shaking her head. "No, I haven't found a good time yet," she admitted, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Loona, who had been lounging in the rocking chair, rolled her eyes and said, "It's been four months."

"And there hasn't been a good time!" Octavia said

Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. "Well, I'm kind of glad you haven't told Stella," he said, his voice soft but carrying a hint of nervousness. The idea of Stella knowing about the baby had been a lingering fear in the back of his mind.

Later that night, Y/N and Octavia settled into their shared bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of Octavia's music playing through her earbuds. She lay on her side, her head nestled into a pillow, scrolling through her playlist as she relaxed. Beside her, Y/N was engrossed in his book, Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson, his eyes scanning the pages as he turned them slowly, taking in every detail of the story.

Octavia occasionally glanced over at him, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched how focused he was. She found comfort in the calmness of the moment, feeling the warmth of his presence beside her. She knew he felt the same; their bond was unspoken but undeniable.

Y/N shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, and as he did, he noticed Octavia watching him. He looked up from his book and met her gaze, his expression softening. "What is it?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Nothing," Octavia replied, her smile widening a bit. "Just... happy you're here."

Y/N's heart warmed at her words, and he reached over, gently placing his hand over hers. "I'm happy I'm here too," he said softly, squeezing her hand.

Octavia gave his hand a gentle squeeze back before releasing it, letting him return to his book. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the music, the melody soothing her as she lay next to the person she loved.

Y/N continued to read, but every now and then, he found his eyes drifting back to Octavia. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of peace and contentment.

Eventually, Octavia turned off her music and snuggled closer to Y/N, resting her head on his shoulder. Y/N smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before setting his book aside. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, content in each other's embrace.

After Y/N fell asleep, his breathing even and steady beside her, Octavia carefully untangled herself from his embrace, trying not to disturb him. She slipped out of bed quietly and reached for the spellbook she had used earlier. The curiosity gnawed at her—there were so many different versions of Y/N in these other worlds, and she couldn't resist taking one last look.

She opened the book, whispering the incantation softly so as not to wake Y/N. The pages fluttered, and the familiar purple energy pulsed through the room before settling into a new image, displaying a world that seemed similar to the My Hero Academia universe they had seen earlier. This time, however, something was different.

In this version, Y/N was known as "Superior 10." He stood tall and confident, his posture and demeanor a mix of quiet intensity and authority. The Omnitrix was prominent on his wrist, but it wasn't just a tool—it seemed to have been modified, enhanced somehow. His hero costume was sleek, black with dark red accents, and had an almost alien design, reflecting the technological advancements he had at his disposal.

This Y/N wasn't just another hero at U.A.; he was an anti-hero, someone who didn't follow the rules like the others. He operated in the gray areas, doing what needed to be done even if it wasn't always within the bounds of the law. His actions were driven by a deep sense of justice, but his methods were unconventional, often putting him at odds with both heroes and villains alike.

Octavia watched as Superior 10 effortlessly switched between different alien forms with his Omnitrix, taking down a group of villains with calculated precision. Despite his stoic exterior, there was a sense of inner conflict in this Y/N—a struggle between the need to protect others and the burden of the power he wielded.

In one scene, she saw him standing on the outskirts of U.A., looking out over the city as night began to fall. The weight of his choices was evident in his eyes, a silent resolve that kept him going even when others might have faltered. He was a lone figure, yet not entirely alone—his presence at U.A. suggested a connection to the students and teachers there, though it was clear he operated on his own terms.

Octavia's heart ached slightly as she watched this version of Y/N. There was a coldness to his world, a loneliness that resonated deeply with her. Even in this universe, he was someone who stood apart, marked by his uniqueness, but also isolated because of it.

She whispered a soft goodbye to this Y/N, closing the book with a gentle sigh. She turned back to the sleeping Y/N beside her, the one she knew and loved—the one who might have his own struggles, but who wasn't alone. With a tender smile, she slid back into bed, wrapping her arms around him once more, grateful for the version of Y/N that was hers.