Power Rangers Fandom Force Chapter II

Chapter 2: Friendship is Magic.
Created by Thee Hatter 

“Mathew Moskow Stiles. You have proven yourself to be brave, and can sit through many trials for that what you love. For this reason, you have been called upon to help us, and the world.” The giant floating head of Hartnell explained, his voice booming around the room. What was this? Was this a dream? No, that patch of coke on his shirt was definitely really wet, so this…this was actually 100% real. As impossible as it was, there was no other explanation. Moskow could do nothing but just stand gobsmacked trying to process the information.
“But no one would expect one lone hero to save us, for it is not just your love who is in danger. No. All of you must fight for the things that make you happy when sad, the things you watch and obsess over to keep you sane. You have all passed the initial trial set to you without realizing, and as such we call upon you now, heroes of fiction, to save our future.”
As Hartnell said this, a bright pink light seemed to engulf Moskow, and despite the view being tinted in pink, he noticed for the first time that he was not the only one in the room. Apart from him, there were about six other people, also with lights surrounding them. It was at that point he felt a small tug on his neck, and he looked down to see the my little pony necklace he so often wore around his neck raising slightly, like it was buffering in the wind-but something was different. It was like where the light was passing by him, the necklace was acting like a sponge and absorbing it, till no more like was left.
“Step forward…Harvey Stines”.
Across the room, Moskow watched as a guy about a year older than him stumbled forward. He wore a white tanktop, and worn blue jeans. His hair was short and black, and he certainly had the right sorta build for someone you wanted in a fight. Moskow could just about make out something in his pocket that he severally hoped was a wand.
“You have proven yourself to be brave of heart, and your daring, nerve and chivalry sets you apart from the rest. You stick by what you love, despite it’s flaws. As such, you are the teams, leader, and should wear your house colour’s with pride. You’re a Ranger, Harvey. The Red Ranger-Harry Potter.”
The wand in his pocket began to glow a faint red, and Harvey looked around speechless.
“This is your team…Steven “Watchkeeper” Danston, one who can see all of time and space, and is loyal to his companions…the Blue Ranger, Doctor Who. Stacey Vickers, who has proven that she will value her friendship and stop at nothing to unearth the truth, she is the White Ranger-Sherlock. Ronald Enders, a wayward son who has learned to carry on, and will fight heaven and hell to keep his brother safe-The Black Ranger, supernatural. Charlie “Princess” Smith, one who will fight for her happy ending, and is not afraid to wish upon a star. She is the Green Ranger, Disney. Jamie Summer’s, who know’s that her friends are her power, and who’s heart goes doki-doki-she is the Yellow Ranger, Anime. Finally, Mathew “Moskow” StIles, who know’s friendship is magic and will fight to keep the elements of harmony-He is the Pink Ranger, My Little Pony!”
As Hartnell said his name, the pony necklace he wore around his neck began to glow pink. Looking around the other people in the room, it was apparent that each of them had an item glowing their ranger colour also.
“Together, you seven will save the things you love from those who wish to destroy them. Together, you are Power Rangers: Fandom Force!”

Power Rangers Fandom Force Chapter I

Power Rangers Fandom Force
Chapter 1: Go Go Power Rangers.
Written and created by Thee Hatter

Moskow couldn't quite believe he’d done it as the final credit’s rolled on the screen. After many days and nights watching power rangers, it was finally completed-There was none left to watch. He let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in his chair. That…was awesome. Now to just have a celebratory drink of Cola, and…
“Matthew Stiles, you have proven yourself to be a true ranger.”
Moskow froze in mid thought. That…wasn't coming from anywhere behind him, which meant…He looked at the screen in confusion. Did he have Skype open and accidentally call someone? Was it some oddly fitting ad? What the hell was going on? The more he looked at the screen, the more confused he got. The episode had ended, the bar was at the end and wasn't playing so…why was the voice coming from the video?
“You have proven that you will persevere throughout, staying true to the things you love. As such, you…have been chosen.”
The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it-but soon that wasn't the concerning thing. A small breeze had started up, or at least that’s what he thought at first, but then he realized what was so odd about it. For starters, all the windows and doors were closed, and for seconds, the breeze seemed to be heading into the laptop. Either something had gone horribly wrong with the fan, or something really strange was going on.
“Uhh…” Moskow muttered, staring blankly at the screen. “what the heck?”
At that point he heard the sound of glass hitting wood as his celebratory drink decided on a new destination other then Moskow’s mouth, although it was one neither of them expected. Moskow stared in awe as instead of spilling out and ruining his laptop, the liquid…hovered. Before he even realized what was going on, it seemed to rush towards the screen like a bull to the colour red, but instead of soaking it it just…vanished. Moskow had a bad feeling about this, and considering his hair was now flying everywhere it was pretty founded. He quickly jumped up, not caring as the laptop and glass clattered to the ground-well, the laptop did, the glass just fell inside it like the drink. He tried to run, but soon the floor in which he was running on seemed to lose quite a lot of friction. Looking down, he realized the reason for this was most likely because he was now two feet above it. Before he even had time to react, the suction force coming from the laptop went into overdrive, and, with nothing to stop him moving through the air, he found himself hurtling towards the screen. He had no idea how he fit, but it felt much like he’d imagine going through a black hole would feel, only without the crippling agony and death. Moskow screamed as he felt like half his body in free-fall, whilst the other half stretched to catch up. Before he knew it he felt his feet softly hit ground, and he felt the rest of him act like a rubber band and fling him straight onto his face, landing in a puddle of coke.
“Owww….” He moaned, slowly getting himself up. Where he was…he had no idea. Well, that wasn't strictly true. The black decor, the seemingly empty space, the indent in the center that a bright light just began shining through…”No way…”
This had to be a dream. This is what happens after you watch so many episodes, it has to be. That’s the only reason this was happening. That’s the only way he could explain the face that suddenly began to appear in the light-wait a second. That…was not who he thought it would be. Long White hair combed back, deep wrinkles in his face and a grandfatherly sparkle in his eye, that…was not Zordon. That…was William Hartnell.