No shit but im still going to put this warning here for you special folk. I am just making Extra28's story better in my opinion and for my entertainment so the plot might be the same until i reach the end of his previously written chapters
go follow him hes the goat
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[Hero or a Villain, which path do you choose?]
As the holographic screen suddenly appeared in front of him, Tristain couldn't stop himself from flinching backwards. He took a step back and nearly collided with his table.
"The fuck? Am I really some kind of protagonist?"
He muttered as he tried to calm down his nerves.
It took him a minute before he got used to the holographic screen hovering in front of him.
To make sure, he moved around his room to see if he wasn't tripping balls. He even tried to touch the screen, but his hands just went through it, like the screen was never there.
"Let's see how this works...?" He said as he wondered about the ways to call his system.
"System open!"
"Menu!"
"Player login!"
"Status screen?"
"Open sesame!"
"…"
After embarrassing himself for a few more minutes, he questioned his mental state and gave up, sitting down on the edge of his bed.
It didn't seem like he would find a way to call the system.
The screen asking him whether he wanted to be a hero or a villain was still hovering in front of his eyes. There was only one logical explanation for this.
'I need to select a path for myself before moving forward.'
The choice was obvious, after all being a villain didn't suit his character no matter what and if he got caught by a hero, well, he wasn't a fan of permanent brain damage.
That option was already cancelled from the start.
If there was an anti-hero option, he would have pondered on it more. After all some sick fucks needed to be killed, though being a hero didn't mean he couldn't do that. Maybe it was a hidden path that wasn't unlocked yet.
"The hero option it is then..."
He was just about to select the hero option when his fingers stopped.
A question popped up in his head.
'Do I even want to be a hero?'
He wasn't really thinking it through as this would most likely decide his fate.
Tristain didn't want to rush into it and make a decision that he may regret later.
He liked helping people, but he wasn't delusional: Spider-Man showed being a hero wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Though truly that was because of his own stupidity and plot.
In reality, it was a job that could ruin his life or end it.
Could he sacrifice his life for others? Make the sacrifice play - like Steve said.
Helping someone and risking their life for them are two different things. He didn't even have any superpowers yet.
He knew of ways to attain power but all of them were dangerous
There was also another problem.
'I would be changing the timeline if I became a hero.'
He would most likely be losing his greatest advantage.
Tristain didn't know what Marvel universe he was in. Aside from the MCU, there were all sorts of universes in Marvel. Zombies, vampires, ones with gender swapping and even where Spiderman was a pig. You name it.
Seeing that Tony Stark was working on the Stark Expo, he was most likely in the MCU, but even then, Peter was the same age as him.
In the end, he guessed that he was in an alternate version of the MCU and left it at that.
But the fact that his presence could change the timeline entirely was still there in his mind.
He had seen some episodes of the 'What if' animated series and he very well knew that one small change was enough to bring a big change.
butterflies and all that.
All these jumbled thoughts made him confused for a long time, before a voice interrupted him.
It was the mother of his new body.
"Tristain, come eat your lunch. Then, I have some work for you."
A woman with black hair and a pretty face opened the door to his room and spoke. At the sight of her face his body instinctively relaxed, a familiar warmth.
He froze, his real mother was dead and buried in the dirt.
"...coming."
It took him a while to respond as he got up from his bed and moved downstairs.
It had only been a week, so he wasn't used to his new family.
'Should I tell her?' his consciousness was eating at him like it was filming a mukbang.
But like so many of the questions roaming around his head, this one was also without any answer.