The Day the Worlds Collided

(An Original Story)

Manchester Comic Con was buzzing with life. Fans in vibrant costumes filled the halls, posing for photos, trading merchandise, and laughing together in the shared joy of their favorite worlds.

But the largest crowd of all had gathered in Hall A.

Eiichiro Oda—smiling, cheerful, wearing his signature hat—was seated behind a long table, a stack of sketches beside him. He was signing autographs, answering questions, and even laughing with a few cosplayers dressed as Luffy, Nami, and Zoro. Cameras flashed constantly.

Fan: “Oda-sensei, One Piece changed my life! Thank you!”
Oda (smiling warmly): “No, thank you. You’re the reason I keep drawing.”

The day was nothing short of perfect.

Until Oda stepped outside.

The courtyard was quieter than the packed halls. He inhaled deeply, happy to take in a breath of fresh Manchester air. He adjusted his hat and took a step forward—when suddenly, a blinding flash tore open the sky.

Oda shielded his eyes.

A massive thud shook the ground, and he was knocked off his feet. When the light receded, he saw them: a group of figures materializing out of smoke. Dark, towering, menacing.

At the front stood Akuma Shogun, the ruthless villain from Kinnikuman, his metallic body gleaming under the overcast sky.

Akuma Shogun (booming voice): “Eiichiro Oda… you must pay. Your One Piece has robbed us of our relevance. You drowned us in your endless seas of pirates and dreams. Now, we shall destroy you!”

Oda staggered back, terrified, but before he could respond, another voice cut through the courtyard.

Voice: “Oh, I don’t think so, you helmet-wearing moron.”

Everyone turned. Standing behind Oda was none other than… Walt Disney himself.

His presence was impossible, but there he stood—tidy suit, sharp eyes, a wry smile on his face.

Akuma Shogun tilted his head, then let out a dark laugh.

Akuma Shogun: “What are you going to do, old man? You’ve been dead for over fifty years!”

Walt didn’t flinch. He strode forward, drew back his fist, and—crack!—punched Akuma Shogun square on the helmet. The villain staggered a step back, metal ringing from the blow.

But almost instantly, one of Shogun’s allies struck Walt across the chest. The force threw him sideways, sending him crashing beside Oda.

Oda (kneeling at Walt’s side): “You… you tried to protect me? Thank you, Mr. Disney, but—!”

Before he could finish, four voices thundered across the courtyard in unison:

Voices: “I don’t think so. Leave our creators alone.”

Everyone turned.

Descending from the rooftops came Edward Newgate (Whitebeard) and Roronoa Zoro, swords gleaming at his side. Beside them landed Pete, the burly, grinning Disney villain, and Maleficent, regal and cold, her staff glowing faintly with green flame.

They hit the ground with a boom, standing between their creators and the evil anime coalition.

Whitebeard (deep, thunderous laugh): “Gurararara! You think you can harm Oda? You’ll answer to me!”
Pete (cracking his knuckles): “Nobody lays a finger on Walt while I’m around!”
Maleficent (smirking): “Such insolence. You interrupt my slumber for this? How tiresome.”
Zoro (drawing swords): “Tch. Guess I’ll have to babysit the old men.”

Whitebeard slammed his bisento into the ground, activating the Gura Gura no Mi. The air itself cracked and split, and a massive sinkhole opened beneath the enemy group.

Whitebeard (commanding): “Zoro! Evacuate Walt and Oda. Now!”
Zoro (gritting teeth): “I don’t like running away…”
Whitebeard: “That’s an order!”

Zoro cursed under his breath but obeyed. He grabbed both Oda and Walt, lifting them onto his shoulders like sacks of rice, and in a flash of movement, he sprinted to safety.

The battlefield shook.

Whitebeard charged forward, Pete barreled into foes with surprising strength, and Maleficent transformed into her dragon form, soaring into the sky and spewing emerald flames.

The evil anime group countered with relentless fury.

Claws, blades, and energy blasts filled the courtyard. Cosplayers and con-goers screamed, fleeing from the chaos, some still recording on shaky phones.

Eventually, the battle narrowed. Only four enemies remained on the other side: Akuma Shogun, Lust (Fullmetal Alchemist), Makima (Chainsaw Man), and Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen).

Zoro returned, swords drawn, standing firmly beside Pete.

Zoro: “They’re safe. Now let’s finish this.”
Pete (grinning): “About time, kid. I was getting tired of carrying the fight!”

The four heroes faced four villains.

The courtyard became a warzone—Whitebeard clashing with Shogun, Zoro crossing blades with Sukuna, Maleficent in dragon form battling Makima’s eerie powers, and Pete trading brutal blows with Lust.

The battles raged, but the climax came with Whitebeard and Akuma Shogun.

Their fists collided again and again, shaking the earth.

Akuma Shogun: “You cannot protect him! Oda’s era will fall!”
Whitebeard (snarling): “This man… gave us life! That’s something you’ll never understand!”

With a roar, Whitebeard unleashed one final devastating shockwave. The air screamed, the ground split apart, and Akuma Shogun’s metallic ribs cracked. The villain let out a shriek as his body crumbled.

One by one, the evil anime characters dissolved into smoke and vanished.

Silence fell.

From the shadows, Oda and Walt returned, stepping into the ruined courtyard. Oda’s eyes filled with tears as he approached his creations.

Oda (softly): “Thank you… for saving me, my sons.”
Whitebeard (smiling): “It’s okay. We can’t lose our creator.”
Zoro (sheathing his swords): “I was just following Luffy’s orders to protect you. …But you’re welcome.”

Walt turned to Pete and Maleficent. His face softened.

Walt: “I never thought my two favorite villains would come and protect me. Thank you… Pete, Maleficent.”
Pete (grinning, scratching his head): “Aw, shucks. I’d protect ya anytime, boss.”
Maleficent (cool, almost wistful): “I only did it because I was bored. …But I do miss you, Walt.”

Walt pulled both Pete and Maleficent into a hug. For the briefest moment, even Maleficent’s stoic expression softened.

Then, slowly, their forms began to fade. Whitebeard and Zoro began to vanish as well.

Oda (reaching out): “No! Wait—!”
Whitebeard (smiling, fading): “Don’t cry, son. Just keep drawing.”
Zoro (vanishing): “Tch. Don’t make this sentimental. Just… stay alive, old man.”

With final waves, they were gone.

Oda and Walt stood together in the ruined courtyard, staring at the empty space where their creations had stood.

After a long silence, Walt turned to Oda with a sly smile.

Walt: “You know… maybe there’s an idea here. One Piece… crossing over with Disney.”
Oda (laughing softly, wiping his eyes): “Heh. That would be one hell of a story.”

The two men looked back toward the glowing lights of Comic Con. Together, they stepped inside, carrying the seeds of an impossible crossover—born from a day when worlds collided.