Meet JB

Earth-1218

Kitchen

Munching on cereal in the comfort of his own home a young man of Hispanic descent was having breakfast, looking at his phone while he ate, when he noticed a certain presence: yours.

"What? How did- what are you-" He looked up, seeing what story he's in. "Huh?! But this was supposed to be a one shot! How did he I mean I- oh forget it." JB slumped. "Must have gotten new ideas."

"If we're doing this again I guess I have to show you what else is on this list. It's never gonna be done btw. I made this thing to last forever." JB got out the list he had from before. "Honestly I had fun with you guys last time. Let's do it again. Starting with…"

Tell them about your Earth-51 variant

"…Why did I write that?" JB chuckled nervously. "Um, you don't need to know about him." But little did JB know if he didn't tell the readers soon he will die, painfully. "No I won't." Somehow he got a strong urge to tell them, he absolutely can not resist for the fate of his world rests upon his completion of this part of the list. "Heh, nice try. You can not force a-"JUST DO IT!

"Ok! Ok!" JB straighten up. 'Sheesh, when did you get so yelly?'

"Right, so a while back I heard of a variant of myself who lived on Earth-51. I wanted to see him, I was very interested to see how I would fare in a DC universe. What I found however… will utterly haunt me for the rest of my life."

"No, NOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN'T BE! WE CAN'T BE!

"How did this happen?! What kind of sick joke-"

*DEEP BREATH*

"Ok, calm down. I can fix this, just hold still and let me-"

"What are you doing? Put the dead dog down please."

"Get back! DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME! GET BACK! GET BACK!"

JB shuttered as the flashback came to an end. "The worst part is since that day I've been having…urges. Horrible, disgusting urges." JB felt something in his hand. He looked down to see that he had unconsciously materialized a welding mask. He yelped as he dropped the mask and distastefully kicked it away.

"I need to move on from this. I REALLY don't like thinking about the fact that in another universe I'm a creation of Garth Ennis!" JB got out this list to see what's next on the agenda.

Rescue your Inkling self

"Oh, that little goober." JB chuckled, now dressed as a fireman, he waved his hand to open a portal to another Earth to where his Inkling self from the world of Splatoon was in.

"I wonder what amusing pickle he's gotten himself into now."

Earth-343434

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" Screaming at the top of his lungs was JB, but one that was shorter and had tentacles for hair. He was tied up, covered in batter and bread crumbs and was being lowered into a giant fryer.

"TONIGHT WE CONSUME THE ULTIMATE CALAMARI USING THIS SQUID BASTARD!" The leader of the gnome cannibals announced to his fellows, everyone rubbed their bellies in anticipation.

"Oh dear Nigel. It looks like our new friend is up on the menu. At least he'll smell good." The doghorse said in a flat way.

We have to save him, Marmalade. Don't worry I know just what to do! Nigel the tiny wizard's hands started to glow with purple magical energy. JB screamed loud enough to shatter glass, going from wanting to be rescued to wishing that the cannibal gnomes would hurry up already.

(One cool rescue scene that I was too lazy to write later)

Earth-1981

Inkopolis

"Here we are Inkling!JB home sweet home." Stepping out of the clousing portal was the main JB, followed by his Inkling counterpart. Inkling!JB was tired and wanted to do what all JBs like doing the most, sleep.

"This looks just like my living room except smaller and fresher." JB Prime was all smiles and enthusiasm. You see there was no such thing as a "JB council" as pretty much every JB in the Multiverse were cripplingly apathetic to each other. The only time JBs would willingly gather is whenever the Giant Infinate Bed was sighted, there they would perform what was known as The Great Sleep.

God, Inkling!JB could use The Great Sleep right now. Why, oh WHY does this keep happening to him! Can't he just participate in Splatfests and turf wars in peace already and Prime, oh don't get him started on Prime, all of his Multiversal troubles could be traced back to him.

"So um, can I get you anything?"

"…Can you leave me alone now? You're getting on my nerves and that last Earth, I'd take the Backrooms again over whatever was wrong with that Earth!" Inkling!JB had no more time for multiverse nonsense.

"Right, I see you want to be alone right now." JB looked at his list to see what was next.

Help out a fellow Monk

JB raised his eyebrows. "Been meaning to do this for awhile." JB waved his hands to open a portal. "Bye, say hi to Inkling!Mom and Dad for me."

"Yeah, sure." Inkling!JB was left alone, good. 'Finally, I can sleep.' Inkling!JB sat on his comfy chair and slowly began to close his eyes, Grizzco can wait.

Suddenly a loud crash woke him up. Another, unstable random portal opened up to JB's horror. "No!" The portal then started to suck everything up. JB tried to hold on to something, anything but he was too weak. "I JUST GOT BAAAAAACK!" The portal only closed when JB was sucked in leaving his beloved home empty.

Earth-202

Tidy, neat, clean ordered that is how Adrian Monk likes it. His apartment, his safe place, this was the life. No cases right now, just quiet and a good book.

Unfortunately his peace had to be interrupted by a knock at the door. After a few moments someone knocked again and Monk had to get up. Looking through the peephole on his door, he saw there was no one but rather a large box.

Monk proceeded to put on his gloves and mask and armed himself with his favorite cleaning supplies and stepped outside to get this mysterious package. Before he bring it inside and start disinfecting it he noticed a small folded paper tied to the top.

He opened it up. 'Oh,' thought Monk, 'it's one of them.' He can instantly recognize any one of the Multiversal Monks handwriting.

"Mr. Monk, we're all very sorry for accidentally exposing you to the multiverse. Here to make it up to you we put together this helpful tool, from a few Monks to another. It will give you protection when you have to do Guild work.

Good luck-JB"

Speaking of guild work another portal opened up and out stepped a man whose the inhabitants of Earth-1898 would recognize as James Bond but this was not 007, just a doppelganger with a thick southern accent.

"Adrian, I apologize for interrupting whatever it is you're doing but you need to come with us. We finally got a lead on the syndicate."

Park

JB munched on a giant pretzel as the messaged his colleagues on the Multiversal Monastery 2.0 group chat with his phone.

Panda: Dropped off Mr Monk's new armor. Thanks for the help guys, I know he'll love it.

Panda: Also can someone check on Ambrose pls? Just wanna make sure some idiot doesn't mistake him for one of us like what happened with Adrian.

JB finished his pretzel and threw the wrapper away. "Hopefully Sherlock Holmes and the Detective Guild will make progress with taking down the Moriarty Syndicate."

…Dude spoilers.

"What do you-Oh, I still haven't released the epilogue to 'An Adventure of a Multiversal Crisis yet." JB stood there for a moment to process his boner (mistake). "CRAP!"

Too late now, nothing for JB to do but to see what was next.

Start on MonkTown

With a frustrated huff JB opened another portal (not caring for any confused onlookers) and left 202.

After JB of the past left, present JB walked into frame. “Well, now you all know what the Moriarty Syndicate is I feel much better now.

The Grimm

JB entered the setting of his latest project. He took in the cool desert land scape, the pretty stars that could even be seen in the day. He was now in the form of a 30s or 40s style cartoon construction worker. He looked at his now four fingered hands. "I will never get used to this."

He picked up a tool box and began walking. "Time to scout for a location. I've been meaning to start construction on MonkTown for a while but with me being chased by a cartoon woodpecker I couldn't stay in the same place for too long."

"But now that the Woodpecker's gone," JB smiled to himself, "I can finally make a home away from home for ourselves. Yep, if I finish "Multiversal Crisis" soon things are gonna go smoothly for me from here on out. Things will be A-OK!"

A-OK he says. hahaha. Oh J my B, *GRUNTING* *THUD* you know how hard it is to carry around this prison. *PAT PAT PAT* Not yet, but soon friends, soon. Hehehe. You should have kept a closer eye on Earth-5819. Hahah, HAHAHAHAHA.

Ho Ho Ho HA HA Ho Ho Ho HA HA Ho Ho Ho HA HA, hehehehe!

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN

Yes it appears that for this chapter Woody Woodpecker has replaced the narrator and retrieved JB's toon prison. For those of you who read my April Fool's one shot, whatever business Woody had in the Nickverse its done now.

New Earths are here! Nigel and Marmalade is a short form animated web series ypu can find on YouTube. They're… weird and admittedly not for everyone but I happed to like them.

Monk is TV show from the early 2000s about a brilliant detective thats plague with extreme OCD and phobias. It recently got a revival movie on Peacock that I have not yet watched because I do not have Peacock so forgive me if I contradicted anything.

The Guild that Monk is a part of is based on the Guild of Detection from DC comics. Unlike the comics its multiversal and consists of a variety of detectives of all types (Benoit Blanc, Adrian Monk, Columbo, Charlie Chan, Nancy Drew, the Dead Boys, etc.) They solve the greatest mysterious of the multiverse. If any other IC writer is reading this feel free to expand on them.

As for this Moriarty Syndicate, consider that a teaser of things to come. Please like and review, constructive criticism is welcomed. Here, have an MCU style after credits scene!

[BEGIN RECORDING]

Hey Mic, it's me Bugs. If you're hearing this it means I got out. Don't act surprised we both could have gotten out at any time. I was just humoring our "warden" and you, well, you've always been a big softy.

I was going to stay for the big revenge fest but I overheard JB ramble about that Earth (ya know the one Mic) and I had to leave. Plus I've been getting a tiny little itch in the back of my head. Some people aren't where there supposed to be, gotta bring the children home.

We're both different from the other toons, we both much more toon than all the others and we have responsibilities to certain earths. I keep telling ya you should consider doing the same to 616 but I guess it's your decision.

When Woody's plan goes off make sure you record everything but make sure he doesn't go too far, JB doesn't deserve that much.

See ya around Mic, have fun being Hawkeye for a day and remember no one but me can know where Earth-Prime0 is, not even you Mic.

[END RECORDING]

[JB: Ooooh, Carnitas! Begins eating and drinking jamaica I love the food of my parents’ country. Continues to eat with much joy. Stops suddenly. …Why do I feel like I missed something important for the Ao3 rerelease?]