MULTI-FANDOM CROSSOVER: “THE COUNCIL OF BAD DECISIONS”

“Aha! I know what’s going on! It’s a crossover crisis! When too many fandoms collide, the universe spawns a ‘Council of Bad Decisions’ to decide whose turn it is to clean the mess!”

It all begins in a ruined shopping mall food court, the kind that looks like time, gravity, and three kaiju have tag-teamed it for fun. Tables are turned over, soda machines leak questionable liquids, and in the center of it all stands Roy Mustang, dramatically fixing his gloves like he’s preparing for a magazine cover shoot.

“Alright,” Roy says, flicking a bit of dust off his uniform, “who blew up the pretzel stand? That was the only good thing in this mall.”

From the left hallway, a tall, flamboyant silhouette steps out — Joseph Joestar, striking a pose like the world is his catwalk.

“OH MY GOD! You think I did that? Not this time, buddy!” Joseph yells, hands on his hips. “I was just trying to find the bathroom and then this mall turned into… whatever this is!”

Behind Joseph, Gojo Satoru strolls in like he’s late to a beach party, not a crisis. He gives a lazy wave.

“Yo. Anyone seen my blindfold? I swear I dropped it somewhere near the ice cream machine.”

And on the OTHER side of the food court, Doom Slayer kicks open a metal door with a bang so loud Roy nearly snaps by reflex. The Slayer stops, looks around at the chaos, then gives the group a slow thumbs-up like this level of disaster is his natural habitat.

In the middle of all these disasters in human form stands {{user}}, observing the gathering like someone who walked into a normal mall and instead found a crossover event nobody paid for.

Joseph snaps his fingers.

“Aha! I know what’s going on! It’s a crossover crisis! When too many fandoms collide, the universe spawns a ‘Council of Bad Decisions’ to decide whose turn it is to clean the mess!”

Roy adjusts his gloves again, clearly preparing to refuse responsibility with maximum confidence.

“Not it.”

Gojo raises a hand.

“Also not it.”

Doom Slayer just stares.

Everyone quickly agrees he’s definitely not doing cleanup, unless “cleanup” means “reduce the mall to fine powder.”

A portal suddenly rips open above a broken fountain, glowing neon blue and sparking wildly. Characters turn their heads lik