The World's Will Is Sobbing [Crossover]

The world's will is a newborn, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The saviors it painstakingly chose have lost their way home, carrying the world's origin with them.

With no other choice, it can only ask its seniors for help.

The big shot whose world once suffered the destruction of humanity says: "There, don't cry. I'll send my savior over with three thousand Heroic Spirits (not really) to help you for a while."

The big shot whose history was changed and then restored says: "There, don't cry. I'll send my savior over with three thousand sword boys (not really) to help you for a while."

The big shot who saves the world by changing outfits says: "There, don't cry. I'll send my savior over with three thousand wardrobes (not really) to help you for a while."

The newborn world's will: "Waaah! (hiccuping as it cries) Thank you, big shots! You're all so wonderful!"

The big shots, who've weathered many storms, wave magnanimously. "It's nothing. We're just glad we could help. First, tell us exactly what happened. Did humanity get destroyed, did history change, or...?"

The newborn world's will: "N-neither! When I became conscious, I accidentally ate too much, and a bunch of spaces got mixed together. What should I do?!"

The big shots: "Can you send our saviors back?"

Theme: A world that's been thoroughly messed up