Everybody

The neon-soaked horizon of Planarcadia shimmered with a dizzying array of holographic advertisements and shifting gravity-rails. For a moment, things were actually... normal. Or at least, as normal as they could be when you were sandwiched between March 7th’s frantic camera clicking and Dan Heng’s quiet, exasperated sighs.

"I’m telling you, Caelus, this angle is perfect!" March chirped, dragging the Trailblazer toward a vista overlooking the central plaza. "The way the light hits the data-streams? Total masterpiece material!"

Nearby, the Planarcadia locals and the usual chaotic suspects were mid-banter. Silver Wolf was leaning against a digital kiosk, her fingers blurring over a projected screen as she tried to "optimize" the city’s security systems, while Sparkle and Sparxie seemed to be whispering about a prank that would likely involve half the district turning into confetti.

Yao Guang watched the proceedings with a weary, practiced calm, standing near Ashveil and Evanescia as they debated the finer points of the sector's shifting reality. Then, the air didn't just ripple—it fractured. With a sound like a localized sonic boom, a group of teenagers in grey-and-blue school uniforms tumbled out of a blinding rift.

*A boy with gravity-defying green hair scrambled to his feet, muttering at a mile a minute while a tall classmate with engines in his calves began shouting about "proper dimensional conduct." The students of Class 1-A looked around, quirks flickering in confusion as they stared up at the impossible geometry of the space station city.

"Uh, is this a new training simulation?" a girl with pink cheeks asked, floating a few inches off the ground.

"I don't think so, Uraraka..." Midoriya whispered, staring wide-eyed at Dan Heng’s spear.

But the universe wasn't finished. Before anyone could demand an explanation, a second rift tore open—this one smelling of ozone and despair. A group of eclectic individuals stepped out, ranging from a boy in a lucky green hoodie to a girl with massive twin drills in her hair. The Ultimates of Hope’s Peak stood their ground, their eyes darting between the superheroes-in-training and the Nameless.

"Upupupu? Just kidding," a voice echoed from nowhere, though the students themselves looked far more grim. "Is this the next motive?"

The tension was thick enough to cut with a lightcone, but then the final blow landed. A soft, melodic chime rang out, and five girls in ornate, ruffled costumes appeared in a burst of light and rose petals. The Holy Quintet of Mitakihara stood in a defensive formation, weapons drawn. Kyoko was already biting into a snack, looking unimpressed, while Homura’s gaze remained icy and fixed on the shifting rifts.

"Where are we?" Madoka asked softly, her bow glowing with a gentle pink hue. "This... this doesn't feel like a Labyrinth."

The plaza fell into a stunned, absolute silence. March 7th dropped her camera. Silver Wolf actually looked up from her game.

"Okay," Caelus muttered, reaching for his bat as the sheer impossibility of the crowd began to sink in. "That’s a lot of unexpected guests."