My name's Andrew, and right about now? I'm having the best damn time of my otherwise boring, Netflix-binge kind of life. I just got my first kiss. Yeah, let that sink in—me. The same Andrew who couldn't even make it through gym class without tripping over his shoelaces. The same Andrew who once got rejected so fast it was practically a world record. But today? Today I'm walking home with my chest puffed out like I just won the Super Bowl.
Her name was Emily, by the way. And okay, maybe it wasn't fireworks exploding in the background or violins playing like in those cheesy movies, but it was real. It happened. And right now, my smile's stretched all the way up to my ears like I'm the Joker but way less terrifying.
I stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the little light to flip green. I was glued to my phone, of course—gotta tell the boys about my monumental achievement. Fingers flying across the screen, smug grin plastered on my face, I texted:
"LMAO, GUESS WHO JUST GOT THEIR FIRST KISS? THIS GUY 😎🔥"
Yeah, I know. Subtlety isn't my strong suit.
The light changed, and without even looking up, I strutted forward like the king of the world. Didn't even care. For once, I wasn't the awkward nobody—nah, tonight I was Andrew freakin' Williams, conqueror of romantic milestones.
That's when I heard it.
HOOONK!
The blaring horn ripped me out of my dopamine high. I whipped my head to the side, and my stomach plummeted. A truck—huge, metal, unstoppable—was barreling toward me like it had a personal vendetta. The headlights washed over me, and in that instant, all I could think was:
"Oh for fuck's sak—"
Blackness.
Silence.
It was the kind of silence that gnawed at you, the type that didn't feel natural. No cars. No voices. No sound of blood rushing in your ears. Just… nothing.
"So this is death, huh?" I muttered, my voice echoing strangely in the void. "Kinda disappointing. No pearly gates. No fire pits. Not even Morgan Freeman waiting to narrate my final moments."
I blinked—or at least, I think I blinked. Did I even have eyelids anymore? Was I… a ghost?
"Wait, how am I talking if I'm dead? Do ghosts talk? Am I just a floating consciousness now? Shit, that doesn't make sense either—"
"SHUSH, CHILD."
The voice wasn't loud. It wasn't even shouting. But it slammed into me like a freight train, rattling whatever passed for my bones in this void. My knees buckled, and I collapsed, palms smacking against… well, nothing. The air itself felt heavy, crushing, like the weight of the ocean pressing down from all sides.
"I—uh—okay! Shutting up now!" My voice cracked embarrassingly, like I was twelve again.
I tried to breathe, but the pressure on me was suffocating. Every second under that booming presence felt like my very soul was being squeezed, judged, weighed. The kind of fear that didn't just creep up your spine—it ripped through you, made you feel small.
And then, just like that, it lessened. Still overwhelming, but enough for me to lift my head.
Before me stood—no, loomed—a figure. Impossible to fully comprehend. A silhouette that shifted constantly, cloaked in shadow and light, as though the universe itself couldn't decide what this thing was supposed to look like. One moment it was a towering man draped in robes, the next, a star blazing so brightly I had to shield my eyes.
My voice came out in a squeak: "Y-you're… God?"
"DOES THE TITLE MATTER?" the being thundered. "I AM THAT WHICH RULES. THAT WHICH WATCHES. THAT WHICH CAN DECIDE."
"Okay, cool, no pressure," I said nervously, rubbing the back of my neck—except I didn't even have a neck right now, which was trippy. "So, uh… am I dead? Like, permanently dead? Or is this one of those near-death hallucinations they talk about on Reddit?"
The being tilted—or maybe the whole dimension tilted, I couldn't tell.
"YOU WERE TO DIE. SPLATTERED BENEATH A CARELESS MACHINE. A LIFE UNFULFILLED."
"Geez," I muttered, "way to rub it in."
"AND YET, YOUR SPIRIT IS… DIFFERENT. EVEN IN IGNORANCE, EVEN IN ARROGANCE, YOU BURNED WITH A DESIRE TO BE MORE. TO PROTECT. TO ACHIEVE. SUCH SOULS AMUSE ME."
"Uh, thanks? I think?" My palms were sweaty—again, not sure how that was possible without actual palms, but it sure felt sweaty.
The figure leaned closer—or maybe it just expanded until it filled my vision completely.
"I SHALL GRANT YOU TWO WISHES."
I blinked. Then blinked again. "Wait. Hold up. Two? Like… actual, genie-style wishes?"
"DO NOT WASTE THEM."
My mind spun. I mean, this was insane, right? What do you even wish for in that situation? Money? Fame? Infinite cheeseburgers? No—this was bigger than that. Way bigger.
I grinned nervously. "I want… a template system. The kind from, you know, RPG games and stuff. A system that can build me into something unstoppable."
The air vibrated as if the entire dimension was considering my request.
There was a long pause, the silence pressing down heavier than before. Then the voice spoke again, final and absolute:
"It is done."
I exhaled in relief, a weight lifting from my chest. One wish down. One to go.
My mind raced. Out of all the infinite possibilities, all the worlds I could drop into, where would this actually matter? Where would a guy like me—armed with a system—shine brightest?
I rubbed my chin, even though I wasn't sure I had one in this void. "Alright… my second wish…" My voice wavered, but I steadied it. "I want to be reincarnated. Not just anywhere—I want to live in the Marvel universe. The one with the Avengers, Spider-Man, X-Men, all of them. That's where I want to go."
The void shifted. The presence around me grew even heavier, as if the entity itself was pressing in, testing the weight of my choice.
"THE MARVEL UNIVERSE." The words rolled like thunder, vibrating through me. "A WORLD OF HEROES AND MONSTERS. OF HOPE AND ENDLESS WAR. A PLACE WHERE GODS FALL, AND MORTALS ASCEND."
"Y-yeah," I stammered, trying not to sound like I was second-guessing myself. "That's the one. If you're giving me a shot at something bigger, that's where I want to take it."
The silence stretched. Seconds felt like centuries.
"DANGEROUS." the being continued, its voice reverberating through the void. "FILLED WITH PAIN. FILLED WITH CHALLENGES BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION. YET ALSO FILLED WITH OPPORTUNITY. YOU UNDERSTAND THIS?"
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. "I do. But that's exactly why I want it. If I'm going to carry this system, if I'm going to actually become something more, then I need a world that'll push me. A world that needs a symbol."
Another pause. The pressure eased, though the presence never lessened. Then, at last, the voice answered.
"It shall be so."
The void began to crack—not break, not shatter, but fracture, as though reality itself was peeling open around me. Blinding light spilled through every fissure, flooding the emptiness.
"Your body will be remade. Your spirit reforged. You will be tested, Andrew Williams. Whether you rise as a beacon of peace or fall into ruin will be yours alone to decide."
The words weren't warning—they were a promise.
And then the light consumed me.
My soul screamed as fire roared through every fiber of my being, tearing me apart and putting me back together all at once. My senses overloaded: pain, heat, pressure, rebirth.
I gasped.
A rush of foul air filled my lungs and i coverd my nose and saw i was in some sort of...dark box? with rotten food, a few dead rats and...SHIT!
I climb out the the dumpster my back hitting the cold pavement "Fuck man of all places I could've been put"
Ding~
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