Warning, this chapter has mentions of suicidal intent and murder. If you don't want to read that form of content please skip until you see this: ~~~, the Marvel part will start from there. Hope you all enjoy.
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Today, was ass.
I mean, seriously, this day was the worst of the worst.
I woke up at four in the morning to go to work, despite having had only two hours of sleep for the last several days. Things only got worse from there.
The first fucked thing in my day was the heartburn i felt after choking down the left over steak from last night's dinner. The second was just after that when I tripped over and faceplanted on the cobbles outside the front door.
That wasn't the end though. No, everything continuously worsened throughout the day... Try to refill the car with petrol? Nope, can't do that, I was out of money. Luckily the petrol station attendant was nice enough to pay for my petrol, that old lady really was family to me now at. Oh, but the universe wasn't finished with me yet, obviously.
I got to work and found out that all of the work I'd accomplished yesterday, with regards to the company's spreadsheets, was deleted. Hours of complex statistical analysis and calculations erased without a trace, all in a single moment of fuckery. The data-handler apologised profusely but it did little to assuage my annoyance and frustration.
But wait! There's more!
Not only did I find all my work erased I also found out that my co-worker had failed to do his spreadsheets. So not only do I have to re-do my work I have to wait for my fat ass colleague to finish his stupid fucking report before I could have even thought to hand in my work, if it was intact that is...
Lunch would have been a blessing on normal days, should have been today as well, but no, not today... The vending machine had broken and the surrounding streets were under road maintenance. What did this mean? It meant that I had to walk for twenty minutes just to get some food from a McDonalds and then come back to find the break was over and that our manager was coming for our spreadsheets and reports.
Let's just say I don't want to explain what happened for the rest of my work day... I was already wanting to hang myself from the nearest rafter after the scolding of my boss. Underpaid to do the job of three people, just so I can survive in this economy and pay my mortgage. I was over everything. I felt close to either ending myself or snapping mentally and going on a murder spree.
Then low and behold I finally get back home and, I fucking kid you not, I found my fiancé fucking my best friend on MY bed. He was a friend from high school and had moved into the private sector as a licensed architect. It seemed that the mere proposition of more money convinced my would-be wife to abandon me.
Naturally I was pissed. Life sucked and nothing ever went my way. That wasn't even mentioning the crippling debt she was leaving me with... Mortgages were ridiculously expensive these days and my salary definitely couldn't cover everything. She tried explaining, she attempted to calm me down, I wasn't hearing any of it. The pain in my heart was too much at this stage. The one person who I thought I could count on had just plunged a dagger into my heart.
In a panic-fueled rage I shoved her aside and snatched the pistol from the nightstand. She screamed as I chambered a round and fired. My former best friend fell across the bed; the room was suddenly heavy with a terrible, stunned silence. I turned and fired again until the magazine was empty.
A dull ache settled in my chest, then a wave of anger and fear propelled me outside. I kicked the car into life and tore out of the driveway, the engine answering the turmoil I felt. I had just done something that would put me in prison for the rest of my life, stupid, reckless, monstrous, and yet, oddly, I felt strangely detached.
Minutes passed in a haze as the car sped through the streets of Upstate New York. The honking of horns barely registered as I ignored red lights and oncoming traffic. My mind had dragged me so far away from reality at this current moment that I couldn't even process the screeching of tires nor the screams of pedestrians.
My world slowed as the kinetic force of a truck slamming into my car crumpled my body sideways. The heat coiled around me strangely whilst the smell of steel and blood licked my brain. Everything was moving slowly, so slowly in fact that I could watch as a steel shard flew into my eye and dug into my head. Vision in my right eye was lost immediately, my remaining eye witnessing the entirety of my car perforate my body.
'So this is my life huh...' That single thought permeated the entirety of my soul at this singular moment before it was replaced by a wistful wish. 'If only I could live happily like those MCs in the fanfictions i read...'
Darkness consumed everything, punctuated by the distraught cries of numerous women and children.
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Frost surrounded me amidst the blackness of my vision. It was calm here. I felt a supreme level of peace fall over my darkening emotions, separating them from my thoughts. The sensation was strange, if not disconcerting at the same time.
My emotions were being imprisoned and siphoned away as the memories remained. It was akin to the colour of a video being drained away, leaving a black and white film in its place. There was something in this abyss and it was taking away my pains. I could appreciate that.
No sound was made. No voice shuddered into the space. There was only, silence.
For a long time. Or was it a short time...? I couldn't tell. I was stuck here watching oblivion.
Then that darkness capsized, waves of light swelling in the space and wrapping around me. Soft singing filled me, became me, I don't know, this was fucking weird. Either way the ocean of calm sprouted with the rush of life and I was dragged inside the light.
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"HAH!" I gasped in a desperate breath whilst my brain cried out for more oxygen. Dizziness bounced within my skull, quickly turning into vertigo as the blurry amalgam of colours slowly separated and clarified.
'Why does my throat hurt?' It was one of my first thoughts since the realm of calmness.
Reaching up to my throat I felt the intense sensation of pain. My neck was bruised it would seem. Shaking my head and sitting up from the ground I noted the presence of a garrotte wire and several broken chairs. Shards of glass were scattered around me as if I were thrown into a mirror or window-pane.
Panicking, I stood up within the trashed bathroom. Floor tiles were shattered and broken below the crater I had just been laying within. The doors to the stalls were ripped in half or splintered into shards whilst water quickly flooded the floor, the toilets following in the tiles' example.
The smell of bleach hit my nose, mixed with the putrid, acidic stench of piss and excrement. 'What the fuck is going on…?' As the thought formed, a sweeping headache ripped through me, snapping me out of my reverie.
'Drecarios Frost...' My memories were filled with the life of another version of me. In this world I was the scion of a rich family known as the Frosts and had three sisters. Emma Frost was my twin whilst my elder sister Adrienne had just tried to kill me. Finally there was my younger sister, Cordelia, who was the happy child of the family and protected from the internal conflict of our family.
At the same time my former memories intertwined with these newly downloaded experiences. The betrayal of my fiancé, whilst detestable and annoyed me, was distant and dulled. Whatever had happened in that 'space' changed my perspective on my own past. It was as if it happened to a metaphorical version of myself that existed but didn't at the same time... The entire concept was increasing my headache.
Oh, I was a mutant here... Wait... That meant that I was in Marvel...
"The universe sure has a wicked sense of humour." My voice was different here. My tone was more refined, instinctually and intellectually refined. Another change in the long list of changes in my life.
'Xenoglossy, Psychometry, Technopathy and a Touch-based matter manipulation ability.' I huffed as that dull ache in my chest vanished.
'Shit, hold on, aren't I part of the Hellfire club...?'
Memories jolted through my neural pathways as every single iota of information in reference to the Hellfire Club was broadcast to my mind and played before my eyes. My twin sister, that was a strange concept still, talking to me about joining and my firm refusal; at that time. Adrienne speaking of the Hellfire club and how I was in the way of her plans for my twin. The sensation of choking to death as she held me down.
"H-holy fuck..." I leaned onto the only intact sink in the bathroom, my mouth hanging over the bowl as I struggled to reel in my revulsion. The feeling of dying was fleeting in my last life, in this version of my life it was protracted and extended. I couldn't help myself as I heaved into the bowl and watched left over blood and food pour down the drain.
A soft robotic voice intruded into my vomiting session just as a released another globule of stomach acid. "BLEEEGHGHH!"
"Bluah- bl- b- no...!" The rejection came out stunted and half choked as the rest of my stomach stayed down.
"I have so many questions and too little control right now... Ugh." I refused to look down at the tainted sink below my face, my eyes training to my reflection as I observed my soft features; for a man, and the masculine edges to my chin. Some would consider me a pretty boy or a man-whore based upon my appearance. I grimaced at the circular black and purple bruising around my neck. My suit was ruined and stained with blood, poo-water and my own snot whilst my face looked gaunt. Who knew dying took so much of a toll on the body?
"Fine you petulant thing, my name is Drecarios Frost." The hiss of my own voice only worsened the ringing in my head, the vertigo slowly fading as I settled down.
"This is my new fucking norm it seems... Wait, where did this fucking thing even come from?"
Jester Lavorre- Hello!? Did you give me this Traveller?
Tony Stark- Did this Traveller give us all this, i don't know what to call it, interface?
Jester Lavorre- OH! Hi!!!! I don't know, he usually doesn't do this to me... ANYWAY! Have you met the Traveller as well!? 🎂🎂
Tony Stark- Damn, your energetic. But to answer your question, no I haven't seen this traveller before, unless you count the game.
Shiroe of Log Horizon- I don't think anyone made this, it may just be a feature of the new world we find ourselves in... This is something I'll have to tell the council about...
Jester Lavorre- This is soooo~ awesome! You know, i don't think this is the traveller now. He doesn't like smart types! Hehe... ANYWAY! Does anyone know what a "Multiversal" is?
I rubbed my face, watching a bunch of fictional characters chat like it was normal. I seriously wondered for a moment if I had merely sent into a coma and this was my subconscious dealing with the fragments of my mind. That idea was destroyed however as a continuous stream of memories flickered through me.
Loki Odinson- The multiverse is, as many Asgardian scholars have posited, a collection of realities shaped by the countless choices we make in each moment. Fascinating, really, how a single decision can ripple outward… though one must always wonder what opportunities those ripples might conceal
Jester Lavorre- H-hold on a sec, I gotta ask my real smart friend what half of what you said means...
Loki Odinson- Tsk, mortals and their mental challenges
Tony Stark- Oi, cool it down Drama King, we're not all mentally challenged
Loki Odinson- Drama King...? You dare talk down to a GOD!?
Tony Stark- God? I don't think he's named Loki
Loki Odinson- You speak nonsense and only show yourself more the imbecile as we continue
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Can we get back to the topic at hand? Ladies?
Tony Stark- No, no, no I am not a lady, Glasses, I am a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist!
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Uh huh, and I'm the Dalai lama. Can we focus on what it meant by Multiversal Chat Room???
Loki Odinson- Obviously it means that we are speaking to one another whilst not being inside each other's universes or worlds
Tony Stark- That's mere speculation Drama King, what we need is hard evidence!
Shiroe of Log Horizon- I agree with Stark, whilst your theory is the best we most likely have at the moment, it doesn't prove our actual situation.
Loki Odinson- Foolish mortals, doubting a God
Jester Lavorre- HEY, HEY, HEY!!! SO I just asked my friend what your words meant and he said that it sounds like some sort of divination magic mixed with conjuration and Evocation... Not that I know what any of that really means... Wait, do you guys like cupcakes?
Tony Stark- Magic? Nonsense, there is no such thing. There is only science and undiscovered science
Jester Lavorre- Ohohoho! I'd so love to shove my LOLYPOP sacred weapon up your arse!!! Hahaha!
Tony Stark- I'm speaking with an asylum escapee...
Drecarios Frost- Loki is correct, we are most likely speaking from different universes
Loki Odinson- Ah finally, a mortal with sense!
Tony Stark- How do you know Snowflake?
Drecarios Frost- Well, I died today and woke up inside the body of another version of me who had just died...
Tony Stark- .....
Loki Odinson- Fascinating....
Shiroe of Log Horizon- Well, that would suck...
Jester Lavorre- Oh! So Resurrection! I do that alllll~ the time don't worry bout it!
I just deflated before stepping out of the bathroom. It wouldn't be good to stay in the room where you were previously murdered. Plus, you have to find somewhere to sleep...
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