I’ve been thinking about this for the last four hours as I tried to finish the story I want to put up today, which most likely will go up tomorrow since I keep redoing scenes.
What if Egos aren’t the only souls that get transported across the multiverse?
What if every soul that is killed before their time has the chance of being reborn in another universe?
What if they discover this by visiting Detriot?
What if the Egos figure out how to go between the dimensions and Bing, Oliver and Green convince Red and Blue to show the others the world they all came from?
What if time moves differently between different dimensions so when they arrive it’s 2050, 12 years after the game took place?
What if everyone is shocked to see Bing grow skinnier, and shorter, features softening into what he looked like originally, finally driving home the act that he’s not purposely irresponsible and immature?
What if the Bots are amazed at how far the Humans and Androids came with living in harmony?
What if Blue and Red grow a little softer to humans, seeing how the group, who every assume are androids since they share the same face, is being treated?
What if Bing, Green, and Oliver want to see if they can track down their old families?
What if Bing has a tearful reunion with his adopted parents, and the group comforts Green at the cemetery where his parents are buried, but the real surprise comes when they track down Olivers family?
What if Oliver is tackled by the family he once took care of, finding the kids older and all grown up and thriving, having lives of their own, but all home for their father’s birthday?
What if the Talia, the oldest daughter of the family who Oliver last saw at the age of 16 but is now nearing 30, untangles herself from the hug pile only to freeze as she sees the surrounding group of egos?
What if the others notice and all grow slightly confused as Oliver goes to explain, only for him, and the rest of the egos to freeze as she utters a single word?
What if the world wasn’t even English, but it had nearly as much weight to the egos that couldn’t understand it as those that could?
What if she had looked directly at Bim and muttered ‘Timeus?’
What if Ruzha had been reborned into the Detriot World after she had been killed, only to be told her memories were just an overactive imagination growing up, for everyone to think that her Abyssal was just a made up language?
What if she believed it for years until she felt the presence of her husband again?
Don’t ask why Blue had a bomb. It’s not important.
Blue had been careful in analyzing the components so this wouldn’t happen, but apparently, it wasn’t enough. His optics were damaged, and his hearing was reduced to a dull whine. Metal fragments were embedded in his face and arms. He could feel them, setting off alarms and his pain sensors.
His brothers immediately rushed to his side, doing diagnostics and working to get the metal out. They sat him down in a chair near the wall. He could see them rushing around using the GPS map thing in his head. It wasn’t as accurate as normal sight (it didn’t account for desks and humans), but it worked well enough.
Then a different set of hands was on him. They were warm and soft, human. He pulled away, not knowing who it was and not trusting it until Oliver messaged him. It was just Bim. Blue relaxed, letting Bim hold him and rub his shoulders, and just be near him.
He…liked Bim, no, loved him. He’d admitted this to himself a while ago, unable to deny it any longer. He’d given gifts to Bim, to see how he’d react. Bim liked them, but he didn’t show any big signs of returned affection of the romantic kind. At least, none that Blue recognized.
Blue could feel Bim’s warmth on him. It was almost intoxicating, just feeling him there. He had a hand on the back of Blue’s neck, rubbing small circles in the hair there. Blue leaned into him, wanting to feel more of him. And, at that moment, he wanted to kiss him. He still had metal in his face though, so he waited. He waited while his brothers removed the shrapnel and his broken optics. They reactivated his hearing, and Bim’s voice sent a little thrill through him. “It’ll be okay Blue, it’ll be okay.” It sounded like he was mostly reassuring himself.
“I know Bim.”
“Oh! You can hear now!”
“Yes. My hearing shuts off at sounds over safe levels. It only comes back when someone else reactivates it.”
“Cool. So, how’re you holding up?”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got a built-in map of the place, so I won’t run into walls and doors.”
“Woah.”
“The others will get my new optics built by tomorrow, so it’s only temporary.”
“That’s good…I was worried.”
“Don’t be.”
Blue felt Bim wrap his arms around his torso, nuzzling into his side. Blue’s core whirred a bit faster. He could stop waiting now.
“Hey, Bim? Could I do something?”
“Yeah, what?”
Blue answered by lifting Bim’s head up and kissing him. He was very gentle about it, not wanting to hurt Bim, and he missed Bim’s mouth by a centimeter. Bim still understood though, returning the kiss with a deeper one, holding Blue’s face and moving closer. They only stopped when Oliver exclaimed, “HA! I knew it! You guys owe me ten bucks!”
Bim just laughed as Red and Green groaned. His laugh was amazing. You could hear the smile in his voice. Blue kissed him again, smiling too. His happiness was contagious, but Blue didn’t mind.
Small child full of Bees 
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