This is my first attempt at writing my very own fanfic ever!..'yay me'. I read a lot of fanfiction( seriously a lot ) but never wrote one, so wish me, luck guys. This is a Marvel OC-SI, hopefully, it will be a good one though. I've read fanfic called Godhood: For Dummies written by intata, seriously amazed by the author SI setting which I would, shamelessly borrow a bit for my own story ( Just don't come chasing me with mobs armed with pitchforks, I give credit where it's due ). Sorry for rambling, I do that when I am nervous.
**Disclaimer**
I do not own Marvel, all Marvel character that used in this story is owned by whoever own Marvel (Currently is Disney I believe) I only own whatever OC I used in the story. This work is a fanfiction meant for...well fans and it's fictions, therefore it's fanfiction...Wait..that sound a bit weird...Well moving on.
Any other non-marvel character mentioned is not owned by me but by their respective owner!
Credit to intata the author of Godhood: For Dummies, for the little bit of startup setting I shamelessly..ehemm inspired..yes that's the word definitely not a word that rhyme with stool. ( A repeat of above I know but I felt I am obligated to mention it again..Sorry).
P.S English is not my mother tongue, so any spelling or grammatical error is unintended, don't go all grammar-Nazi on me(But constructive advice are always welcome). So why write in English if I am not great at it...well 1. Practise makes perfect 2. It a free world. 3. So I can cross one of my bucket list(Just added this) Just go with the flow. K.
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Chapter 1: Red pill or blue pill?
'So, she started to play the music again, well, at least she got good taste.' She, that I mentioned, happens to be the owner of the place, I am currently "leasing" for the past 2 months. Yes, I am at this moment a fetus, in a womb covered in amniotic fluid and placenta is literally hooked to my navel.
I do have a roommate (a twin) though but we are not on speaking term yet, hell...I still don't know it's gender..or mine for a fact, but I digress. Who, what, how and why I am here is quite a story...shall we begin? Ok, bear with me for a bit, as I unfold my origin story (muhahaha diabolical laugh).
Two months ago...
After an exceedingly long day, I dragged my tired, albeit freshly showered body to bed. My grandmother, who was an Asian woman would nag my ears off had she still been alive, for showering so late at night. Don't ask me why? That old crone, had a don't list a mile long. Don't do this, don't do that...bla bla bla bla whatever. Yeah, from that sentence you know we don't get along, the generation gap and all but I tried to be as civil as I can when I saw her but that's bout it.
As I laid on my bed, trying to ignore my aching body and doing my routine mental exercise, to calm my mind, to ready myself for sleep. I had this problem my whole life, so my dad sent me to a sleep therapist, when I was twelve, it was a rare specialist at the time and I believed he was the only one in country (we was somewhere in Asia, where? It's a secret...Why? Why not!) who was licensed for it. The sleep doc, that what I called him, taught me a few mental exercises, that helped calm the mind, to prep it for a good relaxing sleep, which I practise daily since I was thirteen. I am currently still on my yearly vacation time, as tech support for 2 weeks, of which I have spent a few days of it helping my buddy in his workshop.
Why would I spent, my would-be vacation working, well, I like working on car, it's a hobby. I also do owe him a couple of favours, from when I was working on my own car, so quid pro quo my friend. So, on to my sleep, yes..the feeling of entering weightlessness, as if you floating on cloud..dark, it's getting dark, as I drift further into Morpheus embrace (Greek god of sleep and dream...read more people!) but, why it's getting brighter?
'God damn it, did I forgot to switch off the light or something?' I thought to myself as I got up, from the bed, still, with my eyes closed, the light was too bright. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was not in Kansas anymore. There I was staring at a bright white spotless room as far as my eyes can see, I panicked and did a 360° turned but it was the same all around
"Holy fu #in%$ Sh !, Where am I?".
"You are nowhere and everywhere Mr. ****" A soothing, yet basso voice came from my back, as I turn there was freaking James Earl Jones standing there!. Although he does look a lot younger, like he is 50ish, I thought James Earl Jones would be a hundred or something.
"James Earl Jones huh! That what I looked to you? Well, at least you know how to pick 'em. And for the record, he is not 100, he is 88 years old" the younger James Earl Jones quipped. He pointed to my right and there was two sets of sofas "Let's have a sit, and chat for a bit, but, you might want to put some clothes on first"
As I gazed down, I realized, I was buck naked as the day I was born, I quickly covered my modesty with my hands "Err...Do you have a towel or pants, I can borrow?" I asked with an embarrassed look, even though, I know, I got a lot more problem now, then my ****Jr. hanging out in the open.
"Just imagine yourself wearing clothes and keep that image in your mind...You'll see" J.E.J the younger said.
I did that, picture my self in my mind, wearing my favourite sweatpants and t-shirt. "Whoa..this is so cool!" I said as I realized that I really am wearing my favourite sweatpants and t-shirt.
"Would you like something to drink?" He offered, as he gestured at a coffee table, that wasn't there before "Do it like when you did your clothes, imagine what you want, hold it in your thought and it will be as you wished."
But, I sat there frozen, as a deer in a headlight, not daring to even to move an inch, I may look calm and all but I was scared out of my mind inside.
"Relax kid, I am not here to hurt you if I really want to fuck you up, why would I go through all this trouble...It's not adding up isn't? Already I can see your rational thought taking over." He said in that cool bass voice, damn it! Why is that voice so awesome.
'Wait, does that mean he can read my mind?' I thought to myself.
"The answer is yes and no, yes, I can read your mind, if I choose to do so but I rather respect your privacy in that regard. No, I was not reading your mind before, I was reading your emotion. Go ahead and ask the questions anyway, I would answer regardless" J.E.J the younger said with a playful smile.
"Am I dead?" I asked slowly.
"No, you are most definitely not dead...yet" he answered. "To answer your next question, that's you are about to ask. No, I am not God, the concept of God is a human concept. I am not the omnipotent being, that rules and dictate fates of all creature in this universe." He answered to my relieved, I really thought he was God...Big G. "But...I did create and rule all the universes" he said with a smirk.
"Dude, you said you are not God, now you said you are Him, which one is it?" I asked confusedly.
"Humanity idea of a God is too, how should I put it..limited, yes that's the word. Well, the best I can put it, I created all the universes, every reality, all the dimensions but, I do not have any hands in running any of them. I do not dictate, whether this man has cereals or that man have pancakes for breakfast, I also do not decide on the weather patterns or earthquakes or whatnot.
The universes runs by themselves, so don't go on blaming me for a 3-year-old getting cancer; that's RNG. You played games right, you know RNG? it's dumb luck." He answered as he done it so many times before.
"That's a bunch of bullshits, are you telling me, you can create universes and all but you can't save a kid dying!" I retorted albeit angrily because I had a friend who lost his daughter to leukaemia, it tore him apart until he took his own life.
"How big is a universe? Did you know? there is a universe within a universe and don't get me started on the anti-verse. Seriously, kid, I got my hands full, every picosecond, it's felt like I am juggling 3 chainsaws while I am blindfolded. I honestly can't remember, the last time I took an R&R, it's work, work and more work. Yes! I can interfere if I want to, but that is what Gods are for." he answered with a tired look.
'Wait, I thought he said God was a human concept...OH, I get it!' I thought to myself.
"You figured it out, kid? Every universe has an overseer that managed it, the one you call God..and no, they didn't create it, they just manage it. They have power in their universe, but they are nothing outside their home ground". He smiled.
"You are like Zeno in Dragonball, you can erased everything. The Deity of all the Shins" I said in disbelieve.
"Yes, but I think I got more duties than Zeno, and he does look like an idiot. Call me Bob" he said with a chuckled.
"One of my many works are maintaining the stability and balance of the multiverse, I do that by moving things around if the need should arise...yes, I am basically manual labour. The last time I had to do some tweaked were 20 cycles ago, which is roughly about quadrillion years ago. The multiverse is always in a state of expanding, therefore the work never stops. Which bring us, to the question of why you are here?" He said with a raised eyebrow. I swallowed my saliva nervously, as I wait for the answer to a question that is burning in my mind.
"You are here because I need to move you from your old universe to a new one, to ensure that all realities, do not crash into each other, resulting in the total destruction of all realities, that ever existed.
Events are in motions, in some realities that forced me, to recalibrate the balance of all creation, which left you out of phase, in your old universe. I'm sorry kid, but we need to find you a new home, where you can exist" he said with a sympathetic look in his eyes.
"I..um huh," I said mumbling a response, as I tried to form coherent sentences, to state my objection. If, what he told me was true then, I've lost everything, that defined my life, my family and my friends. My shitty tech support job, my apartment that was a gift from my dad (he was rich so sue me). My car, my beautiful Toyota AE86, that I bought and restored from the ground up. It's not much of a life, but it was mine, all of it is gone if I am not mistaken?
That sadness quickly turns into anger, why?..why me? why is not Joe from accounting?!. We all knew he an ass hole, why, this shit happened to me?... WHY ME!? From the back of my mind, the answer screamed back.' RNG'
"Yes, fucking RNG!" he answered for me with a sad smile. " It's not fair kid, I know, if you go, you will lose everything you hold dear but if you stay, everything will go anyway. It's a catch 22" he said ". But I have to ask, what will you choose? will you go, or will you stay?" He asked.
"Of course, I'll go. How is that even a choice!" I answered with a hissed.
"Free will kid, every sentience being have a choice, even if it meant the complete and utter ending of all creations, but I am glad, you choose to preserved lives even if it's not your's," he said with a relieved look.
"You know, you can barter more for your consent. I would have given you a Godhood, just for you to agreed, you kinda undersold your self there. Not that I am complaining or anything." Bob state it with a smile.
"Well if I do that, you'll just stick me as a God in Pokemon universe or some boring-ass universe, so, thank you but fuck no! Please tell me no one fell for that?" I asked.
"Quite a few do actually" he answered with a good hearty laugh."Ok kid, it's been fun talking to you, I'm about to send you there. Where I'm sending you, there is a good chance we will meet again, if you played your card right." He said with a sly smile.
"Wait..now you are scaring me...where are you sending me?" I asked timidly.
"Pfftt..live a little, remember I left something for you, to kill your time with. So relax and think of this place when you are bored, imagine and hold the image in your mind OK. Where you are going, you can do whatever you want and be anything you want to be, so enjoy! I see you when I see you kid." He said with a wave of his hand.
That how I found myself floating in this place, yeah thanks a lot, Bob! You can't skip me the bloody womb stuff? What am I going to do the whole time I'm here? it's not like I have a skip button I can push. Wait, he did say he left something for me to kill the time, 'remember the room, hold the image in your mind' Can't hurt to try right? and what do you know, here I am standing in the white room again. But there is a table with a note on it,
-Took you long enough kid! This is a mindscape, your mindscape it is linked to the white room we use before. Here time can move slower if you wish so, but not frozen entirely though. This place can provide whatever you need, but you can't take what's here to the physical world, you can read, learn or train whatever you want. Just imagine it and hold the thought. Learn it all kid, for knowledge is power!-
Ookkk, the foreshadowing is strong in this one, but let's take thing slow and imagine a novel like The Great Gatsby, which now in my hand. So I conjure a lazy-boy chair and sat there with the novel but as I flipped through the pages, it felt a little weird, why am I flipping through these pages, so quickly and why I can remember every word in it?
My conclusion is Bob, yep it's Bob alright. He gave me some sort of 'Perfect Recall' which means, I can remember everything I saw, it's a bloody cheat code and a broken one at that. Well, if life gives you lemons, you make a lemon scene right!? So I spend the rest of my time in "jail", reading every single thing worth reading.
I figured out not long after, that this mindscape can also simulate people(actually more complicated than that, will explain more in future), so, I learned Jeet Kune Do from Bruce Lee himself, well a simulation of him anyway. He is but one, of many teachers I have there. It can simulate real-life persons or even fictional ones (perhaps the fictional ones could also exist in one of these many universes), I learned muay Thai, from Apachai Hopachai for fuck sake. So that's what I did, day in day out till it's time for me to be born, why I studied like a mad man, well, that was just a coping mechanism..so let's leave it at that.
Let me be clear, for those of you did not remember it, being born hurts like a motherfucker! Everyone kept saying mommy felt the most pain, fuck that! they can take drugs. Imagined being squish out of a fucking tube, I can still feel my bones creaking. C-section motherfucker, have you heard of those?
After taking my first breath of air after a long time, I still can't process what I saw or heard. Everything was blurred, almost blindingly bright and voices seem garbled like hearing with your ears filled with water. I was a quiet baby, I think that's why the doctor smacked me on the ass, I cried, but I was really cursing him, 7 days to Sunday in my mind. After I was cleaned they gave me to my mom, my senses still not 100% so I don't know what she looked like. But I can tell her by her smell and heartbeat that felt familiar, I took a big gulp of milk from her bosom as I felt my body drowsily fell asleep.
After a few cycles of feeding, sleeping and pooping, my eyes finally managed to acclimate to the light. I then took curious look around, not much to tell regarding my current location. But I did saw the tag, put on my hospital crib, Hi, My mommy is Meredith Quill. There is another tag next to mine, that read the same, I'm guessing that is my twin brother, due to fact I saw his wee-wee when they changed his diaper ( I got one too if you are curious, you paedophiles!).
Meredith Quill, Quill, where have I heard that name before? Well, from the look of it, I was born somewhere in America, where exactly? I have no fucking clue what so ever. As they wheeled me and my twin into the maternity recovery ward, I guess this was the late 70s or early 80s, based on their fashion but that not a sure guess, but it's at least 80% accurate I think. As the nurse hands me to my mom, I finally can get a good look at her. Well, my mom is a beautiful auburn blonde curly-haired woman but why I felt I've seen her before, in walk an older man I think late 40s. Oh bob, please let that not be my dad!
"Hey Edith, you need anything?" He asked my mom.
"No dad, I am good. Here dad, can you hold him for a while, I need to feed his older brother." Mom passed me to Grandpa I guess (sorry bud). Mom swaddles my twin as she feed him a bottle of baby formula.
"So, what are you gonna call them?" Grandpa asked mom almost like a whisper.
"I don't know, I am thinking Peter Jason Quill for this one here, but I not sure about his younger brother. Why don't you name him dad?" Mom said.
"Well, Peter was your mama's old man name, so why don't we name this one, James Edward Quill after my pa," Grandpa said.
"James Edward Quill and Peter Jason Quill...I love it" Mom said it with a radiant smile. I may look like I am calm and shit, but on the inside, I was freaking out, I remember now the name Quill. Star-Lord my twin is freaking Star-Lord, which means I am in Marvel universe!... Oh, Bob you motherfucker!.
**First chapter is done...my fanfic author cherry are gone**
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