IT IS DONNNNNNE! Hi everyone, Mr.E here with a new story. So in case you hadn’t heard, @moringmark came up with an awesome au and i highly recommend you go read his comics to find out. in general really go read his stuff. In short Jackie and Marco’s child named Jam and Star and Marco’s child Elizabeth come back from two different futures to make sure they are born. Jarco and Starco child are at ends with each other. I wanted to write a story for this epic au and i also pitched some ideas to moringmark about oc love interests for the two because PEOPLE KEEP PAIRING THEM TOGETHER! I’m sorry bu they are half siblings. no, just no. in any case i tried my best to give them love interests to better suit everyones shipping needs. Elizabeth’s best friend from the future Dart who is a gentlemanly teen who believes in standing up for those who can’t and Jelly, a present day girl who is a little dazed but heavily into conspiracies. I’ll write more stories, throw more time travel goodness in there *coughnova* and all that jazz but for now it’s time to give the spot light to moringmark’s amazingly well crafted ocs. I hope you and everyone else enjoys them

Marco stared blankly ahead, unsure what was the source of his splitting headache: The fact Star was currently without her magical tutor and absolutely devastated, that he managed to kiss Jackie on their (his) very first date ever or that two time traveling children had gone back to ensure their birth by making sure their father married their respective mother.





By the way, Marco was the father in this strange scenario.





The three of them sat in the Diaz dining room table as the sun lazily rose above them. The two were moments away from murdering each other though it might be a little bit harder since Marco had taken away the girl’s magic wand and the boys laser gun of doom.





“Dad” The girl asked childishly, arms crossed as she glared at the older teen across from her “he’s being a jerk! He keeps telling me I shouldn’t exist!”





“Psst” The boy scoffed as he rolled his eyes “I am simply stating the facts. He’s my father and since he married my mother, the timeline can only be restored if you go back from where you came from and cease to exist. What is so hard to understand about that?”





“DAD! DO YOU HEAR HIM?!”





Marco rubbed his temple tiredly, trying to piece together what exactly was going on and the only way to do that was to study the situation.





Marco looked to the 14 year old blue eyed girl first. She introduced herself as Elizabeth though failed to give a last name. Not that mattered much given the context clues: She had long, straight light brown hair with two long strains hanging off on either side of her face. She wore a very Star-equse sleeveless blue dress with a red heart in the center, two angel wings sticking out from the back. Purple leggings and black boots that were too familiar to be coincidence with elegant Fleur-de-lis on her cheeks (Marco originally thought they were corn stalks but Elizabeth was veeeeery clear that they weren’t). Though if all that didn’t scream “THIS IS YOURS AND STAR’S DAUGTHER FROM THE FUTURE!” the wand he confiscated from the young princess was proof enough. Different color scheme but otherwise identical to Star’s former wand’s appearance.





Marco then switched his gaze to the 16 year old simply named Jam with sea green eyes. If Elizabeth’s clothing was well kept, Jam’s looked like they came from a war zone or some sort of terrifying post apocalyptic future. He wore some sort of black ninja bodysuit with his forearms and legs covered with some bandages. His hair was too light brown though Marco could’ve swore he saw a single strain of blue in one of his spikes. His lavender headband/ purple cape thingy was tattered yet well kept as if he treasured the fabric more than anything else. He had freckles under his eyes just like Jackie though his right eye also had a slight downward scar marring his face. An orange seashell hung on a decaying piece of string and completed the dystopian look he was going for.





“Okay, stop undermining each others existence or so help me I will ground you!!” Marco threatened with a stern voice often reserved only for his best friend.





Elizabeth and Jam shared one last mutual glare towards one another before focusing on Marco.





“Okay…” Marco began slowly “Now how about we share a little bit about each other? Maybe you both would stop trying to kill each other if you found some common ground.”





“You’re our dad” Elizabeth gestured to Marco “isn’t that enough?”





“Yeah, the paradoxical anomaly makes a point. We’re both your children from a proper timeline and a mistake, what more do we need to have in common?”





“You did not just call my parents loving marriage a mistake!” Elizabeth snarled, rising to her feet in a self righteous fury.





Jam remained unimpressed. It was almost like the youth had face far more fearsome creatures than an enraged magical princess.





“Ugh, do you react to anything?!”





Jam shrugged his shoulders casually “I like bread”



“Bread?! Seriously?! Oh ha ha, you’re sooooooo funny!”





“Huh?” Jam couldn’t keep the confusion out of his voice “What’s funny?”





Elizabeth rolled her eyes “Your name is Jam. You like bread. Duh”





Jam’s seas green eyes narrowed, his face befuddled and unsure what was going on.





“Bread is easy to make. Especially where I come from. The only constant source of food in the future.”





“Ah!” Marco eye’s lit up, finally seeing a chance to bond and placate his er children? “Yes Jam, why don’t you tell me about where you come from?”





“In the future” Jam began darkly “The world has ended. California is probably the most stable of the landscapes but that means nothing: Hordes of zombies, wild monsters, packs of were beavers, the cult of Johnny Depp, The starco bandits. Very little means well in the future.”





“oh….” Marco murmur quietly “Umm…so…how does the future end up so…..umm post apocalypseish….?”





Jam leaned back his chair, his face set in deep thought “I personally do not know. There are many rumors to what caused the end times. Some say it was the rise of Google’s new Google glass, determined to get people to accept it, love it. Others believe that the popularity of platypuses due to Perry from Phineas and Ferb lowered our guard, leaving us unprepared for their sudden take over. But many, including myself, accept the true source of the dystopian future was Stapocalypse.”





“Umm….I’m sorry?”





“The Stapocalypse” Jam repeated “A few months after your dance, a star-shaped portal appeared in the sky without warning. Society fell due to their inability to face the horrors that came from within the bowls of the strange phenomenon. Also the fact no one could update their Facebook or Twitter accounts. Weird admittedly but when there’s a giant hole in the sky, it seems to be the most likely culprit.”



“My god” Marco whispered “I can’t imagine the chaos”





“Humans were no longer the dominant species of the planet” Jam went on “We were forced underground, making caves and tunnels, cities below the surface to survive. Many of man’s self created wonders remained on the above our heads, untouched by those who now live on the surface. I am a scavenger. I venture above ground, finding and taking anything I can sell or use and destroy whatever bars my path.”

“Right” Marco nodded slowly “I could tell with the whole Mad Max thing you’re got going on.”





Jam raised an eyebrow “War chief Max is well known in your time?” Jam looked incredibly impressed “He’s only 18 in my time. A fierce warrior even as a child? Most impressive”





“Sooo” Marco continued “How did you manage to return to the past?”





“This” Jam pulled off a tape measure from his belt “I was searching the ruins of Holy Wood when I found this incredible device. I had never seen such a thing before and while normally I am not so curious to the inclinations of former society, I felt immense joy pulling at this….thing. Father, what is this called?”





“Umm, it’s a tape measure.”





Jam’s eyes lit up with awe and wonder, gently touching the small squared measuring tool “A tape measure. Society was capable of technology? I wonder how it fell.”





“Oh no no no” Marco shook his hands “Just that one. I’ve never seen a tape measure go back in time or things like that. Must be the newest Apple product or something.”



“Fascinating” Jam murmured as he carefully placed the measure away “In any case, when I discovered I could return to the past, I decided to secure my existence by following the example of legendary folk hero Kyle Reese and John Connoring myself.”





“Umm….what?”





“It’s slang for time travel father.” Jam answered respectfully “To ensure I was born.”





“That’s lame” Elizabeth scoffed “In my future, we call it Marty Mcflying. John Connoring. What kind of slang is that?”





“Oh speaking of which” Marco quickly turned to Elizabeth, hoping her future was not so grim “How is your future?”





“Pssst” Elizabeth beamed “It’s nothing like Toe Jam’s over there.”



“The name is Jam Lynn Diaz Thomas corn girl.”





“THEY’RE NOT CORN YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!” Elizabeth screamed at her half brother.



“Children, settle down” Marco threatened





“Sorry dad.”





“Forgive me father.”





“Anyway” Elizabeth flung her hair back “The end of the world doesn’t happen in my time. Everything is the same. You married mom, I was born, your pride and joy and everything goes on. Like completely the same. I grow up, get teased about my best friend Dart…”





“Dart?” Marco questioned





“He’s not my boyfriend dad!” Elizabeth defensively answered, her cheeks flaming red, her pink Fleur-de-lis covered cheeks lightly glowing in the sunlight “He’s just my best friend. A cute best friend but just a friend. OH NO! I LEFT HIM IN THE FUTURE!”





“Umm Liz er dear?” Marco tried to chime in but Elizabeth seemed on the verge of a full breakdown





“Oh man I told him I’d be a minute! Ugh I knew I should’ve brought him with me.” Elizabeth began pacing back and forth anxiously “But did I really know what was going to happen? I mean Glossaryck told me there was some sort of anomaly in the past and I should go see Father Time and ask if he could let me borrow his hamsters but I didn’t think I’d be going back to see my father kiss my aunt. Eww. Wait a minute”





Elizabeth whirled around, finger accusingly pointed towards Jam





“You! You’re the anomaly. If you hadn’t came back, my dad would’ve never kissed Aunt Jackie.”





“Well…” Marco flushed uncontrollably “Actually….”





“I came back” Jam rose to his feet, fists clenched in anger “because you came back and tried to erase me from existence!”



“I WAS HERE FIRST!”



“NO I WAS!”





“NAH UH!”





“I’M 16, YOU’RE LIKE WHAT 12?!”





“I’M 14 AND YOU ARE NOT ERASING MY BEST FRIEND!”





Elizabeth and Jam were inches from each other, eyes locked in mortal combat and singing bloody murder.





Marco rose to his feet to stop it when a soft, dazed voice called out “This is very interesting.”





All the tension left the room as the trio glanced around to find the source of the new voice only to notice someone else joined the table amidst of their fighting.





It was a girl around the age of 16 with wide, sliverish gray eyes. Her black hair was wavy and short with a single streak of purple. She wore a red t-shirt with a large question mark on its surface and dark blue jeans. She smacked her lips tiredly, lazily looking about the room.





“Oh no” Marco rubbed his aching head “Not another one.”





“Ah!” Jam cried, reaching for the deadliest weapon within in reach. He brandished a butter knife menacingly to the new person in the room “What are you? A shapeshifter? A vampire?” His sea green pupils fell into a deep hatred glare “A mole person?”





“Mole Person?” Elizabeth asked curiously





“They are the worst.” Jam replied before training the knife back on the new guest.





The girl stared at Jam, seemingly undaunted by the eating utensil held inches from her face. She slapped her lips groggily once again before shifting her gaze downward, picking up the toasted bread that laid untouched before her. She slowly held it to her mouth and with a mighty crunch, took a bite, savoring its taste at a calm pace.





She smiled, turning to Jam once again who still held the knife within striking distance of her face. She blinked once. Twice. A third time before focusing on the knife.





She slowly twisted her head, first glancing at Marco then Elizabeth before returning to Jam once more.





“Oh me?” she spoke softly “Nah I’m a human. Unless” She pursed her lips thoughtfully “Repliods replaced me with a robot designed to take my place with the covert mission to gain the trust of my parents.”





The girl tugged at her skin roughly, twisting it painfully and wincing in response before giving a satisfied nod





“Nope, still human.”





“So” Marco began calmly “What future are you from? Did I kiss Janna? Or maybe it was Sabrina? Oh man I hope it’s not Brittney”





“Future?” The girl repeated “I’m from the present and you’re way too young to be my dad”





“Wait…I’m not your father?”





“Nope!” The girl cheerfully replied, crunching down on the toast happily “I’m Jelly. I’m the next door neighbor.”





“Next…door…..neighbor?”





“I know it’s hard to believe” Jelly started with a grin “but your house does not exist in a vacuum. You have neighbors, you just never talk to us.”





“So….” Jam murmured softly “not a mole person?”





Jelly shook her head “sorry but no. 100% grade A human.” She paused for a moment “ you have nice eyes.”





Jam backed away uncomfortably, cheeks slightly pinked “T-thanks?”





Jelly beamed towards him before returning to her tasty treat.





“Okay” Marco said, tone exhausted “Who here is from the future and my child?”





Elizabeth rose her hand, Jam rose his. Jelly just chewed on the unclaimed piece of toast.





“Okay, good. Now….”





“Whooooa!”





A voice filled the air as a loud thud smashed against the grass in the backyard. Before anyone could react, the backdoor was kicked up and a figure cladded in full gray knight’s armor bound into the room, sword held high.





“Never fear my princess, I am here!” the muffled voice shouted before tripping forward and skidding across the floor, the helmet tumbling off to reveal a well kept head of dirty blonde hair.





“Dart, is that you?” Elizabeth asked before straightening out her dress anxiously





“IT IS I!” the voice called out dramatically, rising to his feet, sword drawn. This new person had green eyes, thick squared glasses on his face, shooting Elizabeth the goofiest smile ever conceived “your knight, traveling time and space to find you.”





“Dart, how did you even get here?”





“Well m'lady” Dart bowed gracefully “You took time from our future. Literally everything is frozen including the portal. Only Glossaryck, Father time and myself were not affected by the disappearing flow. Seriously, it’s pretty cool. Like amazingly cool”





“D'artagnan, it’s dangerous here” Elizabeth scolded though could not hide the smile on her face “You shouldn’t have come.”





“Psst” Dart scoffed “It’s no big deal. Glossy told me to come and get you. Said you were gone way too long. I mean to me you’ve been gone for a minute but Glossy was pretty determined.”





“You stupid idiot” Elizabeth shook her head “You’re going to get yourself hurt.”





“Nah” Dart waved off Elizabeth’s concerns “I got this sweet sword, armor and now you. I’m all kinds of good.”





“WHO ARE YOU?!” Marco yelled, slowly losing his sanity from the amount of craziness that now surrounded him.





“Oh, s'up Mr. Diaz” Dart shook Marco’s hand firmly “you’re like really short when you were my age. Oh right time travel….I’m your daughter’s best friend.”





“OKAY!” Marco screamed, irritation and confusion biting at him “I’M DONE!”





“Dad” Elizabeth and Jam called out but it was too late, Marco had stormed out of the room, eyes twitching as he made his way upstairs.





The room was deathly silent, the full weight of their actions dawning on the trio of time travelers.





“Wait a minute” Jelly pipped up “This isn’t my house”