This is a Marshmello passion project of mine that has been brewing in my head for years. That is...what if the different Marshmellos from the music videos met?
This series of stories will focus on their adventures! There will be action! There will be tension! There will be laughs! There will be a comically large amount of the same guy!
Each story has five chapters, and each chapter will be posted seperately.
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⚠️This series contains strong language and depictions of violence. A 16+ audience is recommended.⚠️
⚠️Please be careful when shipping characters. Most of these characters are variations of Marshmello himself, and therefore count as real people. Harsh, Invert, Scene, Gold, Marshinoni, Marsha, and Mella are seperate identities from Marshmello and are allowed to be used for shipping. While this is not canon in Fortnite itself, please do not ship the Fortnite skins together in context of this series. They are all siblings.⚠️
Down below will be different links to different parts of the story + extra fun stuff!
BOOK 1: TONGUE TIED TOGETHER
Chapter 1:
CHAPTER 1: Meet the "Heroes"
Synopsis: As part of the effort to end the Silencers' reign, Rebelmello enlists help from a handful of the oth
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🌌🎨RIFT IN THE MELLOVERSE BOOK 1 - TONGUE TIED TOGETHER🎨🌌
CHAPTER 1: Meet the "Heroes"
Synopsis: As part of the effort to end the Silencers' reign, Rebelmello enlists help from a handful of the other Mellos to liberate the country from silence. Hijinks ensue.
Characters: Approximately 17 thousand
⚠️This story is 16+ and contains violence and swearing.⚠️
A/N: I have zero idea how to write fight scenes lolz
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Years ago, the world was loud and bustling. Our voices echoed throughout the planet, messages varying from screams of joy to cries of sorrow. Our voices are the most important piece of communication to us, allowing us to connect with others and unrestrictively share our thoughts and feelings. They were the biggest part of our culture, and the thing that linked us between worlds.
But the elders thought our voices were dangerous.
The young kept begging for change from our government. They demanded justice for those that were exploited. They demanded better and fair law enforcement that wasn't blinded by prejudice. They demanded equality for all and apprehension of the intolerant. They demanded better prices for basic necessities and better living for all. As the government kept ignoring their cries, the young became more fierce and violent.
The government ran out of excuses to avoid making change, so they had no choice but to retaliate.
Hundreds were murdered in riots. Men, women, and even children were executed for daring to stand up for themselves. They censored all coverage on their wrongdoings, lying about how peaceful and harmonious our country was while the death toll rose.
Despite how quickly their propaganda was spreading, the youth refused to succumb. The government's secrets managed to seep through the cracks, and more and more people joined against them.
So they had no choice.
They formed a militarized police force that quickly became known as "The Silencers" by the public. They marched into the homes of families and muted them, drilling thin metal plates over their mouths and rounding them up into camps. They stormed the streets and forcibly seized every citizen they could find. Nobody was safe from their grasp.
This didn't mean the youth stopped fighting.
From the chaos and flames, three artists stormed through the crowds to form a great and powerful resistance.
The Heart, a masked DJ that took in the wounded and treated all with kindness.
The Soul, a strong singer-songwriter that lended a gentle hand to the righteous and a harsh fist against the prejudiced.
And the Voice, a rockstar with vocals so powerful it could make armies fall.
Together, they formed an army that was nearly as powerful as the silencers…but still, it wasn't enough.
So, as part of the final push for unity, the Heart enlisted help from otherwordly forces. Being from several different universes with varying skills that could be the key to toppling the Silencer army for good.
…well, "otherworldly forces" and "otherworldly forces" make them sound like gods, but it's just…
"WHO LEFT THEIR CHEF BOYARDEE CAN ON THE ROAD???"
…these guys.
"Harsh, quiet down, you'll get us caught-"
"AND YOU THINK I CAN'T BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM??? MISTER HEART OF THE REBELLION???"
"Language!"
"SHITBITCHDAMNHELLMOTHER-"
"LANGUAGE!"
Four figures stood on the road, all watching one man aggressively shred a tin can. The man destroying the can, Harshmello, had skin made out of gooey, melted marshmallow. He wore a black, spiked leather jacket and black jeans, which surprisingly wasn't stained with his own substance. Behind him was Robomello, a bulky robotic figure with completely white metal armor. It kept making quiet, shaky beeping noises, as if it was anxious on whether it should attempt to stop the goopy monster or not. The dark skinned girl wearing the white crop top and holding a giant hammer was Marsha. She was chuckling to herself, finding entertainment from watching Harsh bite the can like a feral animal. Standing beside her was Rebelmello, the Heart of the rebellion. He was dressed in his usual white jacket and jeans, an eyepatch covering his right eye and a tiny bite being taken out of the side of his head. His arms were crossed, silently judging Harsh as he ate the can. Behind all of them was the ever-so-popular Marshmello. He wore a jean jacket, a white t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a guy like him. The only other accessory on him was a black and white kandi bracelet, secured on his arm as tight as a theme park admission ticket. Mello kept a distance from the rest of the group, a nervous smile on his face while he watched the chaos unfold.
"Are you done yet?" Rebel asks in a calmer but still stern tone. Harsh stood up and kicked the remains of the can to the side of the road.
"Yeah," Harsh replied in a deadpan voice.
"Good…" Rebel sighed. "Now let's get out of here before-"
"Hey, Reb!" Marhsa interrupted. "Is that your ride?"
Sitting across from them was a massive black van, its windows darkened so it would be impossible to see inside. There was no license plate, no other details on the van, nothing other than the darkest black paint and obscured windows. Rebel stuck his arm in front of Marsha, his eyes narrowing at the van as he reached into the sash at his chest, his fingers itching at one of his spray paint cans.
"Watch yourselves," Rebel warns. "You're all gonna be in for a hell of a fight."
Marsha's grip tightens on her hammer. "If I remember correctly, four out of five of us have proper combat experience," she confidently states. "I'm sure we-"
All at once, several armed men burst out of the van, all equipped with heavy armor and massive guns. Their faces were completely covered by massive black helmets, with only red eyeholes exposing the most minimal amount of the human underneath. Before any of the five could react, one of the men lunged towards Rebel, completely ignoring the rest of the gang. Rebel didn't flinch, simply letting the Silencer push him flat on his back with the deadly weapon pushed directly against his temple.
"Kinda impressed how you managed to pick me out from a group of people that look exactly like me," Rebel sneered. "Maybe it's the eyepatch?"
The Silencer said nothing in reply, only pushing the gun further up against his forehead. It was like a vulture pinning its prey down, indecisive on which part to eat first. The sunlight briefly shined on their eye holes, giving a glance at the dark and soul-piercing eyes underneath. As intimidating as it may be to the average person, Rebel was already used to it.
"So you just didn't consider how armed the other guys were?" Rebel chuckled.
Before the Silencer could do anything to get him to shut up, Harsh slashed his claws through where he assumed the Silencer's neck was, cutting through the hard plastic and slicing his head clean off. The blood immediately began spurting out of the neck, staining Rebel's jacket and splattering all over his face.
"Dude!" Rebel yelled, pushing the body off of him before it could do any more damage. "It got on my face!"
"Well, how else do ya want me to do it?" Harsh grumbled back.
"NO TIME TO ARGUE!" Mello called out. "WE STILL GOTTA TAKE CARE OF THESE GUYS!"
The bracelet on Mello's wrist began to glow into a blinding white light, snaking itself off of his wrist and into his and. It molded itself into the shape of a sword, solidifying into pure metal. Mello swiftly swung the sword at one of the Silencers, knocking the gun out of their hands and slamming onto the asphalt road with a loud clatter. As Mello lifted his sword in preparation for another swing, two more Silencers grouped up behind him with their guns raised. Their attack was quickly snuffed by the loud crack of another bullet, puncturing through one of the Silencers' eyeholes and directly into their brain. The other Silencer watched their comrade stumble to the ground, having absolutely no time to mourn their loss before being grabbed by the neck by a cold, metalic hand.
They had nearly no time to struggle before Robo spun around, building up momentum before he launched the Silencer into the sky. They might as well be on the other side of the city now.
The remaining Silencers attempted to shoot it down, but the bullets ricocheted off of his body like tiny ping pong balls. One Silencer opted to using brute force, pouncing onto the robot's back in an attempt to pin it down. Due to its weight, however, the Silencer barely made it stumble. Robo did feel their presence, however, putting it into an endless cycle of turning around and frantically attempting to grab what was behind him.
A sudden, much bigger pressure on his back caused him to stumble forward. There was a loud CRACK, followed by a thud as the Silencer slumped off his back and onto the ground. Robo turned around once more and was met with the flattened body of a Silencer and a smug Marsha standing behind the body.
"You had a bug on your back," Marsha laughed. "A really, really, really big bug."
Robo quickly figured out what happened, letting out a small beep of embarassment.
"Hey, don't worry big guy, I got your back!" Marsha reassured. "Literally."
Rebel slides over to the body, swiftly stealing one of the pistols from its pckets and twirling it in his hand. To test out how well it worked, he aimed the gun at one of the approaching Silencers and pulled the trigger. The gun went off, firing a bullet directly through their eyeholes.
"Thanks for the loot!" Rebel teased, stealing yet another pistol from the now dead Silencer.
The remaining Silencers circled themselves around Rebel, guns raised like a swarm of wasps prepared to sting their target. Rebel merely chuckled at the imminent threat.
"Really just gonna kill me like that?" he sneered. "Could've gotten valuable information from me or something…like where the base was or something?"
The Silencers looked at each other in consideration, now in a quiet debate of what they should do to the leader. Before they could decide, however, Rebel threw one of his spray cans out of his sash and threw it towards the group. He shot it just before it could hit the ground, causing it to explode in their faces. The Silencers that were hit were knocked back, leaving Rebel an opening to escape. While the Silencrs were still distracted by the cloud of colorful smoke, he hid behind their van. It didn't take long for the Silencers to figure out where he hid, opening fire at their own van. It was hit by a barrage of bullets, all ricocheting off of its surface. A Silencer made their way past the van, pointing their gun at Rebel. Rebel raised his gun to shoot, but another Silencer snatched him from behind before he had a chance to pull the trigger. He's been snatched like this several times before, though, he knows exactly what kind of move to-
Oh, he just kicked them in the balls. How nice.
The Silencer let go of him, staggering to the ground and holding onto his precious jewels. Rebel shot the second Silencer before they could retaliate, then snatched a grenade from their belt. As the Silencers neared the van, Rebel pulled the grenade's pin and threw it clear over the van.
They had no time to disperse before the grenade exploded. The van tilted to the side from the blast, though not nearly enough to make it topple over. As the smoke dispered, Rebel peeked from the side of the van to inspect the damage. Surely enough, every Silencer was collapsed on the ground, either dead or wounded. Satisfied, Rebel fully stepped out from behind the van, turning to face the group.
"So…" Rebel starts. "…y'all want a ride?"
A Silencer beside him struggled to get themselves up from the ground, but Rebel quickly grabbed a dead Silencer's rifle and knocked them right in the head.
"I CALL SHOTGUN!!!" Marsha screamed, shoving Harsh out of her way. Harsh let out a grunt of annoyance, but before he could come up with some witty rebuttal, Marsha zipped inside the van. Harsh rolls his eyes and follows her inside. Robo and Mello entered as well, with Mello sitting at the side of the bench closest to the driver's seat. Robo sat on the side opposite from Mello, but it made the van tilt slightly to the side from his weight.
"…uh, Robo?" Mello asked, his voice slightly above a whisper. "Do you think you could…uh…sit in the middle? So the van doesn't, y'know…do that?"
Robo softly beeped as a way to apologize, then stood himself up. His head hit the roof's ceiling, making him let out a sudden loud, sharp beep of frustration. He lowered himself to the ground, aligning himself perfeclty with the middle of the van. His big, bulky shoulders were rubbing against Mello's and Harsh's legs. Harsh let out a small grunt, moving his legs upwards on the seat.
"Rebel…" Harsh growled. "Why did you have to bring it here?"
"He's got the most strength out of all of us!" Rebel replied. "I mean, did you see him back there? He threw one of those guys clear into the sky! They're probably several miles away from us right now!"
Harsh rolled his eyes and adjusted himself again, laying down across the other empty seats.
"Pssh…whatever…" Harsh mumbled.
Rebel drove the van far from the street they fought in, driving closer towards the heart of the city. Cars were abandoned on street curbs, windows were shattered, and traffic lights were either broken or permanently blinking yellow. The sun was just beginning to set in the horizon, painting the streets in a brilliant bright yellow. It would've been a beautiful sight if not for the circumstance this place was in. It's an eerie sight seeing a place that used to be so full of life completely abandoned and left to rot, but for the other Mellos, it was a sight they were used to. Same scene, same setting, different props.
Rebel shut off the van's headlights as he cautiously turned into an alleyway, slowly backing up into the narrow hall. The combination of the tight space and the darkness put all the Mellos on edge. Something could jump out at any second, and they wouldn't have any place to run…oh, and the van could crash. That, too.
Harsh didn't care, though. He couldn't give two shits about if the van they only owned for five minutes would get scratched.
The van stopped just before it could hit the brick wall behind them, a great relief to everyone inside. Harsh threw the van's door open, nearly sliding it off the hinge. The others cautiously crept out of the van, just barely squeezing themselves between the alley walls and the vehicle's exterior.
"You couldn't pick a better place to park?" Harsh grumbles. "I can barely move my legs!"
"Can't you be positive about just one thing in your life?" Marsha remarks.
"Harsh is right, though…" Mello adds. "It is VERY tight in here…"
"This is just the quickest and safest way into the base," Rebel finally responds. "Just shimmy your way to the door in the back."
Rebel squeezed his way to the back wall, nudging open a steel door. Like all the other buildings, there was barely any light on the inside.
"Haven't thought to brought a flashlight or something?" Harsh grumbles yet again.
"We don't need one," Rebel replies. "We got a living light right here!"
Marsha nods and reaches under her helmet, flipping a switch that caused her helmet and clothes to light up with colorful rainbow lights.
"Doesn't that hurt your back?" Mello asked.
"Is that why you got rid of yours?" Marsha responded.
"Yeah, doctors had to tell me to stop…" Mello sighed. "Had to sacrifice looking cool just so I don't break my spine."
"Oh, yeah, that's gotta suck…"
"Seriously, though, doesn't it hurt?"
"Nah. I'm simply built different."
"What does that…oh, video game logic…"
The gang shoved their way inside the building, with Marsha and Rebel leading the way. It seemed to be an apartment building, with stairwells and hallways leading to different labeled rooms. Though, as expected of any non-business building in a city, it was quite small and cramped. While it might feel claustrophobic to any normal person, it felt like a breath of fresh air to the group after the tightness of the alleyway.
That wouldn't last very long, though, as Rebel began leading them to a small elevator.
"That thing still works?" Mello asked.
"Well…it didn't before," Rebel replied while pressing the button to call the elevator. "But we fixed it all up."
"We?"
"The rest of rebellion!"
"It's not just you and the other two?"
"Nah. Takes an army to defeat another army."
The elevator doors opened up, revealing a room with just enough space for the five of them to fit inside.
"So you all just…live in here?" Marsha asked. "Like, this entire building?"
"Not the entire place!" Rebel smiled. "You'll see…oh, Robo, do us all a favor and go in first, yeah? You're bigger than all of us, you could just stand in that corner."
Robo gladly obliged, allowing everyone to move out of its way so it could move inside. Like Rebel requested, it stood in the corner of the elevator, attempting to fill up as little space as possible to make it comfortable for the other four. Everyone else funneled inside, with Rebel entering last to ensure he'd be directly next to the buttons. He pressed the button marked with a 0, making the doors close and the elevator begin its descent.
"God, PLEASE make this the last small room we get into…" Harsh sighed. "Getting pretty damn sick and tired of being cooped up with you guys. ESPECIALLY this one!"
Harsh glared at Robo. It let out a low, shaky beep, as if it was attempting to apologize for its size.
"Leave that little guy alone!" Marsha scolds.
"And what are you gonna do if I don't?" Harsh cockily replies.
"Can we…NOT fight in the elevator?" Mello asks. "Please? At least wait until we-"
"Shh, wait!" Harsh interrupts. "…the hell is that booming?"
"Ah, they must be performing right now," Rebel says.
