Zrocker119: Yeah I know what you're all thinking. What the hell are you doing starting another story!? Sorry but I can't help it! I've been on a SI Mass Effect fanfic binge read for several months and have played through DOOM 2016 like four times now, so naturally I thought up this story here. Speaking of this story it will also be an SI, sort of. I'm not going to use my really name and age but all of the actions and thoughts will be pretty close to how I would act or think in most of the situations that my character will be in. Except for the DOOMGUY stuff because, well...no sane human being could do those things.

As for weapons my character will be sticking with all of the campaign weapons, no multi-player. Also some weapons will have both mods equipped at all times. They are as follows:

Heavy Assault Rifle(HAR)

Plasma Rifle

All other weapons will have their mods switched like normal.

Well enough of the boring authors not that most people have skipped

I don't own DOOM or Mass Effect as they belong to their respective owners.

DOOM Effect

"You be careful out there." The bartender says to me as I get up and leave.

"Relax Jimmy, I'm the most careful person I know." I wish him a good night as I put on my old duster and exit the bar and into the cool night air.

I should probably introduce my self. My name is Alexander Carter. I'm 28 years old and live on my own. Not by choice mind you, I just don't have the most luck when it comes to women. Hell, I haven't been in a serious relationship in 4 years.

I'm not even a bad looking guy either. I'm pretty tall, standing at 6 foot 4 inches, broad shoulders and have large muscles. Shoulder length dark-brown, almost black, hair and a faded goatee. My eyes are hazel and I have a faint scar that goes through my right eyebrow.

The main reason as to why I can't hold a relationship is because so far all of the women that I've dated, which isn't that much now that I think about it, find my hobbies to be childish.

I'm a 3d animator and a damn good one, but I like to play video games and write fanfiction in my spare time. What's so wrong with that? It doesn't anyways as the last girl that I went out with just dumped me a few hours ago. She was a bit of a bitch but I've always been one to try and work things out. Didn't work.

My older brother would probably just shake his head and laugh. The two of us would then have a few drinks and play a round or two of what ever video game we felt like playing. His wife, A beautiful lady by the way, would come in a little later and politely ask us to keep it down as the babies are trying to sleep.

Since he was busy, I decided to go to the bar just down the street from my apartment and have a few drinks. By a few I mean one or two shots of Makers Mark whisky. I love that stuff. Had my first shot of it with my dad when I was 17 and have been drinking it sense. Only got shitfaced once though. I drink to enjoy, not to get drunk.

I look up at the night sky for a few seconds to admire the stars. I did this all the time growing when I was young, especially when I went on camping trips. I don't like camping as much as I used to but I do like to enjoy a cloudless night sky whenever I can.

I take a deep breath. "It sure is a beautiful night." Reaching the end of the block I look both ways and seeing nothing coming I start to cross. I'm about halfway there when the sound of screeching tires reaches my ears.

Turning I see a car less then 30ft speeding towards me. You know the saying, a deer caught in head lights? Well switch that deer with me. It takes only a split second for my brain to process what was going to happen and sends the danger signal to the rest of my body. That split second was one too long.

The car takes my legs out from under me and I crash into the wind shield, roll over the hood and hit the ground with a sickening thud. I was staring at the night sky one again only this time, I'm choking on blood. My blood.

My vision starts to go blurry when somebody kneels next to me and starts shaking me by the shoulders. I can't hear anything that they're saying and can only assume that it's something along the lines of 'You're going to be okay'.

Tears gather in my eyes as I struggle to breath. It hurts. Oh god does it hurt. I don't know how long I laid there, but I feel my self being picked up and set back down and the sky is replaced by the roof of a vehicle. Probably an ambulance. It doesn't matter though, I'm too far gone.

My last thoughts are on my family. It had been so long since I had last seen any of them, and now I'll never get to.

Alexander Carter was declared dead at 11:28 PM on September 5th 2016, having died on the way to the hospital.

"...Well, this is lame." I said as I floated in what I can only describe as a endless white space. I say floating because I can't feel anything under me. "Is this purgatory? It must be purgatory because I'm not seeing any pearly gates or fire and brimstone."

Wow I'm being really mellow about all of this. Like I'm surprising myself with how calm I am right now. I mean, I did just die for fucks sake! I should not be this calm! I'll never be able to see my friends and family again! Never find the right girl and start a family of my own! Never accomplish what I wanted to!

WHY AM I SO CALM!?

...Ah there's the freaking out.

"This is usually the part where people start freaking out."

I'm startled out of my monologuing by a voice that emanated from behind me. Turning around I see a sharply dressed man standing there.

He has on a black suit and tie, the jacket being open, a white dress shirt, black dress shoes and a fedora. His eyes are what catch my attention though as they have no visible pupils. They just glow with an almost blinding white light.

"God? Is that you?" I ask taking a shot in the dark.

The man grimaces. "No. I've got better things to do then watch over all of you mortals."

...Wow this guy sound like a dick.

"I'm not that bad."

...A dick that can apparently read my mind.

"Stop that." he snaps

"...What number am I-"

"4, can we please move on now?" He asks giving me a glare that dares me to think of something else.

...Ok.

He just now growled at me.

"Anyway," He says taking off his fedora, revealing his slicked back hair, and bowing. "I'm The Creator. An immortal being the has the gift to see into the what is known as the multiverse."

I stare at him and blink, "Wow. I just got so many flash backs from several fanfictions that started very similar to what you just said. Is that normal?"

"Quite," He puts his had back on. "I'll be frank with you as you've read something similar before. You. Are. Dead." He waits a second before continuing. "And since you're dead I've come to make you an offer that you'll most likely not refuse. With being able to see every universe in existence I've, as you humans would put it, seen some seriously messed up shit. One of which is this." A familiar looking thing appears in his hand.

"Is that a copy of the Mass Effect trilogy?" I ask recognizing one of the many games that I have played and beaten.

"Very observant of you. Yes that is exactly what it is and quite frankly," His body shakes with rage. "I find the ending to be complete bullshit!" He crushes the case in his hand much to my dismay.

"Hey I thought the same thing but that doesn't mean you have to go and break it."

"SILENCE!" He yells pointing a finger at me. "I'm a huge fan of the first two, to the point that I refused to look into the multiverse and see how the series ended. SO I waited patiently for the third installment like everyone else and how do the developers repay us?"

"With a great game that has a shitty ending." A said voicing my thoughts.

"EXACTLY!" I jumped a bit as he appears beside me. When did the ground even get there for me to even be able to jump. "But with your help we can change the monstrosity that is the end of ME3," He puts one arm around my shoulder as he holds his other one upwards with his hand out stretched. "And turn it into something that is a worthy successor of the first two games."

"...You're a lonely man aren't you."

He pats me on the chest. "That's besides the point. Basically I'm offering you a chance to be a part of something great. What do you say?"

I rub my chin in thought," Well I'd have to go home and ask my mommy for permission."

The Creator's eye twitched, "I don't need to read your mind to know that that was sarcasm."

I sigh as I now had nothing better to do, "I guess I'm up for it. Who wouldn't want to be a part of one of the best game trilogies in the early 2000's? So at what point in the games am I getting thrown into? Eden Prime? Shepard being rebuilt?"

The smile that threatened to split his face frightened me to no ends. "Oh no. As you are now, you wouldn't last a second in that universe. To fix this I'll be placing you somewhere else to receive some training. You won't be long, only 10-12 hours at most."

I start to back away, "I'm...not going to like this one bit am I?"

"On the contrary," He snaps his fingers and a black portal of some sorts opens up behind me. "It'll be hell for you." Before for I could protest he shoves me into the portal and all I can see is darkness.

.

.

.

.

Well this is boring.

I can't really see anything as where ever I am it's completely black. Was everything that just happened a dream? Did I even die?

"They are rage, brutal, without mercy. But you. You will be worse. Rip and tear until it is done."

Well that doesn't sound good. Also that sounds very familiar. I can't quite remember where I heard it before.

Suddenly the lights are back on as what ever was covering my vision moves upwards revealing it to be the top of...a tomb. Was I buried alive or something similar?

I try to move again only to see that my arms are chained down to the sarcophagus. I tug a little harder when I hear the sound of a roar and a strange gurgle.

To my right a creature that looks like some fucked up corpse shambles its way towards me.

Not wanting to find out if it is friendly I pull even harder on my restraints.

'Come on! Break damn it!' With one final yank the cuff breaks. I look to see the creature lung at me.

I act completely on instinct and grab it by the head, my thumb going into it empty eye socket. I hold it back for several seconds as it tries snapping at me before bringing its head down on the sarcophagus.

SPLAT!

I stare in amazement as its head explodes into a gory mess.

Shaking that feeling off I quickly break my last shackle and fall to the floor. Getting up I see a pistol of some kind and quickly grab it.

Now armed I look around to find that there are more creatures of similar appearance heading towards me.

I don't hesitate to put a round in each and everyone of their heads.

As the now headless corpse fall to the floor I take a look around at my surroundings. I'm in a futuristic look room that is covered in blood. A lot of blood. Not only that but piles of copses and and bones. Then the smell hit me.

Falling to my hands and knees I begin puking. I puke so much that I began dry heaving.

I eventually stop and look around a bit more, doing my best to keep my gaze off of the gore. Pretty fucking hard to do by the way when said gore is everywhere. Like dripping from the ceiling kind of everywhere.

I glance at the weapon in my hand and take some time to admire it. I looks like a high tech version of a handgun. I fiddle around with it for a second and end up hitting a button that causes circle on the back to slide backwards, revealing a blue cylinder. Then the bottom front splits open and moves forward. I look it over for a second longer before hitting the button again and everything slides back into place.

Nice.

I look down at my self and openly gape at what I see. Now, I was always a pretty big guy, working out whenever I can and doing MMA(mixed martial arts) with my brother, but I have never been this jacked in my life. Seriously, I could grind meat on this six pack!

Pulling my gaze from my ripped body, I go to what looks like some kind of control panel. I hit the button.

"Begin play back."

A blue hologram of a woman appears besides me. I could only guess her age as the hologram ins't very detailed but she seems pretty old.

She walks passed me and towards the sarcophagus that I was previously trapped in.

She stares at it and says, "We have to contain this."

...Well that was pretty fucking ominous. Clearly she was talking about keeping me locked inside of that thing but for what reason?

The door slides open and I leave the room.

I stop once I see what lies on the other side.

"No fucking way." I said as I approach one of the most badass looking suits I have ever seen. And it's one that I know very well.

The suit is mostly green, silver and brown in color, with slightly lighter legs and helmet, and is clearly built for somebody that is, well...build.

It's the Praetor Suit from the new DOOM reboot, which means only one this.

"I'M IN FUCKING DOOM!"

Holy shit, I'm in one of the most bloody, violent and badass video game to every be created. And I'm the DOOM Marine.

I'M FUCKING DOOMGUY!

Holy shit I'm fanboying so hard right now. I mean come on, I'm the Doomguy! The bane of hell itself. This is the guy that causes demons to shit themselves just by hearing his name. The guy that rips his enemies to limb and beats them to death with his own two hands and what ever big fucking gun he happens to have on hand at the time.

By the way which is all of them!

'If I'm Doomguy now,' I think. 'Then no wonder they wanted to keep me under.'

Reaching forward I barely touch the chest plate of the armor when my mind is invaded by a rush of images.

They move too fast for me to make much sense of them. All I can really tell is that something really bad has happened or is going to happen.

Is this what Shepard felt like when he/she had the information from the Prothean beacon shoved into his/her skull?

No wonder he/she was so confused.

The vision ends and I find holding the suits helmet. Looking down I see that I had somehow put the rest of the armor on correctly.

That's pretty convenient.

Looking at the helmet I brush some nonexistent dust off of the visor, flip it around and place it over my head. I hear a hissing sound as the helmet is sealed into place.

I turn and grab the nearby monitor and turn it on. It turns on and the following word flash onto the screen.

Demonic invasion in progress

Huh...that's pretty strait forward.

...I like it.

Wanting to find out the details I swipe my hand over part that says status report, only for the word denied to pop up. Reading more I find out the main satellite dish is currently offline and that I'll have to power it back up. I hit a button and my suit downloads the directions.

Incoming voice com

This aught to be good.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Samuel Hayden. I'm the head of this facility. I think that we can work together to solve this problem in a way that benefits us both." I chose the fuck off option and shove the monitor to the side with enough force to send it colliding into the wall and smashing it.

I wasn't going to deal with the docs shit. I played the game and I know how this all ends. So I'm going to change it in a way that only benefits me.

Several hows and many hundreds of demons, including the Cyberdemon, the Hell Guards and the Spider Mastermind, I find my self floating in some sort of containment field with Dr. Hayden walking towards me.

Fuck I couldn't change how the story ends.

Dr. Hayden speaks in his synthetic voice. "You've won-It's over. You stopped the invasion and closed the portal. But it's come at a price- Argent, VEGA. This entire operation. You see, I've watched your work- come to understand your motivation. You think the only way is to kill them all- leave nothing behind- and you may be right. But we can't just shut all down. Without Argent Energy it will be worse. I don't expect you to agree."

He holds out his hand and the crucible is torn from mine and into his. "But with this we can continue our work." He looks back at me and puts a hand to his chest. "I am not the villain of this story. I do what I do because there is no choice."

He looks up as the new coordinates for the tether are finished setting in. "Our time is up. I can't kill you- but I won't have you standing in our way." Flexing his hand a large blade that seems to be made of raw argent energy appears from the crucible. "Until we see each other again."

"Dr. Hayden," He stops and looks at me as I speak to him for the first time. "We both want what's best for humanity, on that we agree, but you're going about it the wrong way. Their world isn't the answer. Hell doesn't like being used and if you continue down this path...more incidents like this will happen, and they will grow in number. There are other ways Dr. If there is one thing us humans are good at it's beating the odds when they are stacked against us. You just have to take the time and find out how."

I stares at me for several moment before walking away. The tether begins to activate and I am teleported away, but not before I hear him say.

"That is time that humanity doesn't have."

I find myself back in a familiar blank void with The Creator standing in front of me.

"You enjoy your trip." He finds himself gazing down the barrels of my double barrel shotgun.

With my other hand I reach up and remove my helmet. "Does it look like I had a fucking good time?"

He looks me over really quick. "No," He move the gun out of his face. "But you did just go through the quickest route of becoming a nigh unstoppable badass. Now you are more then prepared to help Shepard on his/her journey."

My super shotgun blinks out of existence and I put my helmet back on. "You did put me in DOOM of all places. It was either get good or die a very painful death."

"Excuse me, but what is going on?" A synthetic voice says from my helmet.

"V-VEGA!" I said recognizing the voice. How was he here. I then remember that I made a back up of him and put him on a chip right before I blew up his core.

"Yes it's me, but I am very confused. Can you please explain what is going on?" He asks.

I can only imagine what is going through his core processor right now.

"huh," The Creator says rubbing his chin. "This is an unexpected turn of events."

Shaking my head I do my best to inform the AI of what is going on. It takes some time but I eventually finish.

"And that is the gist of what is going on." I say as I finish my story.

VEGA processes all of this new information and comes up with a response in seconds. "...Dr. Hayden always considered the possibility of alternate universes, but to find out that ours is a form of gaming entertainment in yours is...highly disturbing."

"Dude I died, woke up in this place, then later woke up in a video game and am now waiting to get sent into another one. None of this shit makes sense." I deadpanned.

"If at all possible I would like to accompany you on your mission," VEGA says suddenly. "I wish to repay you for saving me and I feel that me accompanying you would accomplish my goal of doing so."

That...doesn't sound too bad actually. With VEGA being there, things like hacking and information gathering would become much easier. There's only one problem though. "VEGA, the place we will be going is extremely against the use of AI's, to the point of them being illegal."

"In that case I will limit myself to doing tasks that are suited for an advanced VI," VEGA says after a split second. "Unless of course the situation requires my immediate assistance in which I will operate at maximum capacity."

Damn that's a pretty good idea. I look at The Creator who just nods his head.

"VEGA would be pretty useful to have around." He snaps his fingers and another portal like before opens up. "I can't chose where you end up, but I can provide you with a back ground. Once you wake up all the necessary information will automatically be implanted into your brain."

I nod and approach the portal. Before I step through I look back at him, "I may not seem like it but I am thankful for you bringing me here, you could've easily just let me die and go on my way. but if it's possible I want you to do something for me."

He nods to show that he is listening.

"You got something I can write on?" A paper and pencil appear in my hand. I quickly jot something down and give it to him. He looks it over and pockets it.

"I'll make sure that this gets to your family."

"That's all I ask for." With nothing more to say I walk through the portal and my journey into the world of Mass Effect begins.

-END-

Zrocker119: Huh...pretty good right? Well don't worry things only get better(hopefully) from here. Now to give credit where it's due, I was directly inspired to write this after reading the first chapter of BioshockerN7's story 'Is it real or is it fiction'. So if you get the chance go and check him out. Well until next time please review as I like reading them and if you want favorite and follow. I'll be writing this story regardless.