The One and Only: Genie Chapter 6

Genie sat in his extremely comfortable chair behind his desk, overlooking the zen garden. He zoomed in and moved around the viewpoint using his hands, swiping left and right. Inside, a significant amount of bustle was happening. Genie was constantly fine-tuning the universe inside, to handle the different power systems he added.

The MMORPG Yggdrasil was an important part of these added universes, as the majority of the living creatures would come from the NPCs and monsters. Genie has no problem creating life with his powers, but he feels an ethical dilemma about it. After all, what kind of guy would want to point to him and say he was their creator, with all seriousness on his face? While he was here doing comedy bits and dancing around, my goodness how embarrassed would his creations be?

Yes, Genie knew he wasn't creator-god material. But that didn't mean he couldn't find a way to add life to his universe. He merely 'borrowed' the original intentions of that 'dragon god' in the new world and brought over ALL the NPCs and monsters from the game Yggdrasil. They gained sentience and started to move about doing all sorts of things. It was as simple as that, really.

The only unexpected encounter he had was that a few players from Yggdrasil were also transported into his universe.

"They shouldn't mind this, right?" Genie said, while mentally dragging a [BOSS] label onto each of the Yggdrasil players.

Genie nodded to himself. It was better to treat these players as bosses. He spent the next hour doing odds and bits until he was satisfied with the changes. Then he decided to go out for the rest of the afternoon, so he snapped his fingers and changed into a swimsuit, then poofing to a beach... in Disneyland Florida.

(AN: Some Disney movies don't exist in this universe, including Aladdin)

...

Philidelphia, United States, In an undisclosed location.

There was a meeting happening in a dank-smelling bar. Adults with scary temperaments were meeting here, to discuss the Blue Felon's appearance. These people seemed to have never met before, because the air was thick with tension. Finally, the door to the bar was pushed open again, revealing the man who called this meeting. He wore a bowler hat and had a white goatee on his chin.

"Well well welcome~" The bowler hat man teased everyone with a slight bow, breaking the tension in the air.

A moment of silence followed before a man with a crooked nose broke the silence.

"You're idea of 4:00 must be different from everyone else's." He stated, narrowing his eyes.

"Hmm~" the bowler hat man just hummed, while taking off his hat and setting it on a hat rack by the door.

"As long as I'm paid." The crooked nose man snorted, crossing his arms.

"Why would the CIA want us to help deal with him?" An intelligent man in a corner asked the important question bluntly.

"We can't ruin our reputation publicly and be associated directly with your actions." the man with the white goatee explained with a small smile.

"Now, here's the information on the target." the white goatee man then handed out folders, containing information on the small 8-year-old boy Morgan Monty.

*SLAM*

A tough-looking woman slammed her arm on the table, cracking it.

"YOU WANT TO KIDNAP AN 8-YEAR-OLD?!" The woman accused the white goatee man with disgust.

"I agree... this is low, even for the CIA." The intelligent man joined in agreement with a frown.

"We don't have much of a choice. If we want to control the target, we have to take such steps. The ends will justify the means." The goatee man shrugged, while weakly trying to justify the higher-up's decisions.

"My opinion of you actually fell lower." The crooked nose man stated monotonously.

"Sigh, alright. I can promise that we won't actually kidnap the kid for longer than a day. If Blue Felon doesn't show up, we will let him go." The goatee man explained.

"Why go so far? It doesn't make sense." The crooked nose man asked.

Goatee man sighed and just handed him another folder with Blue Felon's details inside.

{

Name: [Blue Felon]

Image: [An Image of Genie giving finger guns with sparkles coming out of his fingertips]

Quirk: [Reality Warping]

Danger level: 6 stars

Notes: A blue man who seems to be able to do anything he wishes with his quirk. Perhaps the only thing keeping him from doing any harm to the public is his personality.

Contact Necessary - Strength Assessment Needed

}

"Reality Warping?" The crooked nose man questions, closing the folder.

"Are you really naive enough to believe you could capture someone with a quirk like that?" The tough-looking woman sneered disdainfully.

"Obviously not. Which is why we are going with the current plan." The goatee man responded.

"I'm out." the tough-looking woman stood up from her table and left the bar without looking back.

"Anyone else?" the goatee man questioned.

"I just have a question. Why do this? Why provoke him? Something doesn't add up." The intelligent man in the corner questioned.

"Hmm~ sometimes being smart is not a good thing. Are you sure you want to know?" the goatee man said while smiling.

The intelligent man didn't respond, but that response was enough. The meeting of these members concluded after a few more words and the goatee man ordered a meal and watched tv, while the sun went down over the horizon.

...

Disneyland, Capricorn Beach, Florida.

Genie was currently sailing on a small 'pirate ship' with 4 young children about 12 years old. The children were allowed to be the 'captain' of the pirate ship, while Genie was playing the crew. The kids had been playing pirates and Genie didn't want to feel left out. Genie was rocking out, singing sea shanties while the kids sailed the small boat near the beach. His clones would join him and sing along while they comically ran around the small ship, cleaning it or changing the sails.

(AN: Sea Shanty Metal - 'Randy Dandy Oh' - by Jonathon Young)

Now we are ready to head for the horn~

Weigh, hey, roll and go!

Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn,