Two Worlds Collide!

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((and so begins the collab proper between @askthesamefaces and @askidolmatsus !))

“L-l-look …” Totoko is all sputters and gaping for a few moments. “Over there!”

The Same Faces all turn around, expecting to see some sort of nasty creature or hideous stalker they would have to defend their dear Totoko from. But no. What they see is something entirely different.

A slick and shiny stage, a … sunny day? But it’s still cloudy over where they are … At first, they don’t see anyone, but soon heads start to poke out from behind amps and drums. Very familiar heads, with very familiar faces.

There’s a long silence from the Same Faces as the whole thing starts to sink in, each one processing it at a different speed. The first one to get it – completely get it – is Jyushimatsu. The drummer lights up a million watts and gives a happy shout. He starts applauding.

“You guys sounded good!”

The other Jyuushimatsu springs up instantaneously from behind the drums, a cymbal still atop his head. “You really think so, me?!” He scrambles over towards where the other him stands as quickly as he can, and–

He smacks against something or other at the edge of their stage, sliding down like a bird who just hit a clean glass window.

Once Jyushimatsu sees the other him heading in, he, too, begins to run. He starts to skid to a stop once he sees what happens, but he can’t stop his momentum in time. His smack against the invisible barrier is much less graceful.

“Agh! … Hey, but that didn’t hurt! It just felt weird.” Jyushimatsu pokes at the barrier a little.

The others on the brighter side emerge from their hiding spots with varying levels of concern and curiosity.

“The rest of you are seeing this too, right?” Osomatsu asks. Four other heads nod. “So I’m not losing it?”

“The sweltering summer heat has been known to conjure up beautiful illusions.”
“Well, that’s debatable.”
“I haven’t had ‘it’ for years.”
“That implies you have a mind to lose.”

Jyuushimatsu rolls over and sits up, waving for attention. “We have more important stuff here! Focus, focus!” From the floor of the stage, he holds up a hand to flap a hoodie sleeve over at a certain startled someone. “Hi hi! Why is Totoko over there? Does your world have her too?”

Totoko is still pretty stunned, but she snaps out of it a little when she sees the other Jyushimatsu waving at her. She finally waves back, a little nervous. “Uh … heheh … umm, too? What do you mean? … How’d this even happen? Did you set this up to freak me out?!” She suddenly turns, casting a stern glare at the other Same Faces. But they’re far too shocked by what they see to be affected by her glowering.

“I think … they mean that they have a Totoko on their side,” Ichimatsu finally speaks up, shuffling towards the invisible barrier a little. “Uh … We haven’t said anything about this, but … It looks like these guys are versions of us from another dimension. We’ve interacted before, but not on this level. Huh.”

“What kind of thing is that to keep from me!?!” Totoko yells.

“We, uh … didn’t think it would ever affect you.” It’s Ichimatsu’s turn to poke at the barrier. It’s freaky. It’s cosmic. He kinda likes this whole thing, to be honest.

As the Jyuushimatsus tap away, the others on the sunny side step a bit closer. Well. After a brief moment of mouth-covering and turning away murmuring something about how cute Totoko is, they move closer.

The other Ichimatsu is just as intrigued with the strangeness. For once, he’s speaking up. “If these guys came up to you talking about there being six more of them singing poppy nonsense in the year 2016, would you believe them?”

Jyuushimatsu nods with an affirmative noise. “It’s super weird stuff.”

“I … I guess not.” Totoko stops to think for a moment and watches as the interactions begin.

Jyushimatsu laughs a little, trying to meet the other’s hand with his on the other side of the barrier. It takes a little coordination, but soon, they’ve started clapping out a little rhythm across time and space.

“Well …” Osomatsu scratches under his nose and steps out in front, as is his rightful place. Or so he always thinks. “I mean … We’ve sent letters and films back and forth, sure, but this is our first time meeting face to face! So I guess proper introductions are in order.” He grins that famous big grin. “We are, as you already know, The Same Faces, aka Japan’s number one party band, soon to be internationally famous!”

The other side’s Osomatsu does that at the same time, because they are kind of the same person, after all. “We believe in you-slash-us! By the way, the film you sent over? Absolutely hilarious. Also, red swimsuit, a high five is in order.” Osomatsu presses his hand to the barrier for a moment. “And, likewise, we’re some losers from the future who got lucky.” He huffs out a laugh before looking over his shoulder to make sure the others are paying attention, because the short version is in unison.

“The miracle sextuplets that Akatsuka Fujio created, we are F6!” Freakishly in sync, just like the good old days.

This and that happened, and with some minor adjustments, The Same Faces and F6 are playing a concert side by side!