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Gacha God: A Hero, I am Not (ch. 3)
🕑 Added 2022-10-22 14:54:44 +0000 UTC“So. Many. Fucking. Stairs,” I muttered, sweat starting to build up on my brow, my Air Treks slung over my shoulder because I’d rather chew my feet off at the ankle than walk up what felt like a stairway up to hell with a million steps in them. If anyone had to actually use these to escape some fire or something then I think I’d rather die in whatever disaster was happening than walk down all these stairs. It’d probably be less painful. My thighs were killing me.
I glanced over the edge, seeing a very long spiral down, and momentarily debated the merits of throwing myself over. Instead, I growled a breath and kept walking up, trying to convince myself that the next set was the last one. I had no such luck for another ten sets and when I finally, at long last, reached the top of the tower I found myself halted by a door.
One that had a keypad next to it. I looked at the keypad, then at the stairs, then at the alien weapon in my hands.
There was no way I was going to walk all the way down those steps in search of some passcode. No way. So, with little hesitation and with speed fueled by a deep hatred for cardio, I pulled the trigger and blew the door right off the hinges. It slammed into a wall that crumbled slightly. Glancing around, I saw I was in some lab. Three floors below the penthouse that I needed to be. What he needed three whole floors for was beyond me.
Those three floors, annoyingly, could only be reached by a personal elevator because Stark was a total prick. If he wasn't, I wouldn't have needed to take the stairs because he had programmed the elevator to only open for a select number of individuals. Naturally I was not on that list. So, I would have to make my own entrance to the top three floors. Hefting my weapon, I marched up to the glass windows and fired a shot, the muzzle of my alien gun flashing.
The glass punched out as a single panel, ripping from the supports that kept it in place and I took a moment to appreciate the fact that Tony Stark had explosion proof glass, just not explosion proof steel or whatever it was he used to secure the glass. In that moment, I heard a voice speak up.
"Hello little masked guy breaking into my house -- yes, you. To your left, your left- ah, yeah, there you are," I heard a man say and anyone who had ever turned on the news knew the sound of Tony Stark's voice. I looked into a camera and gave a small wave, "We're kind of in the middle of saving New York City and a battle for the fate of humanity, so I'd appreciate it if you tried to rob me some other time."
I hadn't met the Avengers in this timeline, so all Stark knew was that some masked guy was breaking into his house. "What a coincidence, so am I. The thing that's making the portal is on your rooftop? And could you tell me if you caused this? I have a longstanding bet that you would be the one that destroyed the world. Preferably by accident. Have another bet on that."
Tony Stark let out a noise of annoyance mixed with amusement. "Then you owe someone money because it's not only not my fault, it's completely intentional. And you do not want to be in my living room. Currently have a couple of Norse gods fighting in it and working out some issues. They really shouldn't be disturbed." Tony continued, his tone flippant as I walked to the edge of the gaping hole and looked out of it. From this high up, I could see all of New York. The fires spreading, the devastation…
And a massive armored slug looking thing that was apparently also a drop ship floating through the skies as it weaved between buildings. That was… weird, but this whole day was weird. "Yeah, but sticking my nose where it doesn't belong is what I do best, so could you tell me the password to the elevator so I don't have to jump out of the building to get up? Or down. Because I will let humanity die if I have to walk down those steps to save it."
There was a pause. The kind of pause that told me that Tony was checking in with the others rather than considering it, but I knew the conclusion that he was going to come to. I was help in a pinch and even if I did have ulterior motives, those motives were better than humanity getting wiped out.
"Alright, the password is Xgh4784GhjklYoo5797," Tony informed me, and I wanted to throw myself from the building when I heard it. Right. That was annoying. Not exactly something easy to remember, like I had hoped. I wanted something simple to write down for the next go around because the stairs had taken me a solid hour to get up. That was way too much wasted time. So, I took out a sharpie and wrote the password down on the wall while Tony sounded it out for me. Then I took a picture of the password.
"Do I want to know what that was about?" Tony asked me as the elevator opened, letting me step inside.
"Ehh, don't worry about it," I answered, pressing the top floor on a number pad that was arranged to look like Stark Tower. There was rock music playing through the speakers, telling me that Tony at least had decent taste in music. AC-DC was good, but I thought a lot of their songs were overhyped.
"See, whenever people say that it's usually about something I should be worried about," Tony remarked when the elevator came to a stop. The doors slid open to reveal a luxurious penthouse apartment. Wide open space with glass paneling all around the sides to get a 360-degree view of the city. There were also two guys dressed in some weird-ass costumes fighting it out on the balcony of the apartment.
One guy had shoulder-length blonde hair, was jacked to the gills, and looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. The other guy had dark hair, a handsome face, but he was far scrawnier than the blonde-haired guy. All the same, I saw the dark-haired one fling the blonde through a solid stone and metal wall like it was made of wet tissue paper.
"It won't be your problem," I responded, watching the fight between gods with cautious alarm. Now that I was up here, I could feel the impact travelling through the air every time they traded blows. The blonde tossed the dark-haired one across the penthouse, slamming him through an open bar that just crumpled around him, yet he got right back up with no difficulty.
"Then whose problem is it?" Tony questioned as I stood where I was, making Blondie look at me with some confusion.
"Mine," I realized, looking between the two. Tony said they were brothers but I had to say, I really wasn't seeing the family resemblance. "Which one of you is the asshole that opened a hole in the sky so it could start shitting out aliens?" I asked, not at all daunted by standing in the presence of two gods. The dark-haired one stood up, dusting himself off while Blondie frowned at me.
He offered a small nod to me, carrying a funny-looking hammer. "That would be Loki's doing," he answered, naming the other god in the room. "It is he that brought the Chitauri to Earth."
I nodded, "Loki, huh?" I muttered, sizing up the supposed Norse god who gave a sinister and unrepentant smile. It looked like one he practiced in a mirror. "I can't do it right now, but I'm gonna be smacking the stuffing right out of you soon enough," I told him, jabbing a finger at him. I couldn't do it now. Way too weak. I'm pretty sure a glancing blow from either of them would leave me with every single bone in my entire body shattered.
No. It would be a future me that showed Loki his place.
"The stuffing?" Loki questioned, cocking an eyebrow while he shifted a weird-looking staff thing in one hand. It had a glowing rock on it, so it was probably some uberly important powerful artifact or something. "Take care how you speak to me, human. You are unfit to even lick my boots, but do so now, and I shall forgive your insolence."
"Fat chance of that happening. Big guy?" I said, striding forward barefoot across the penthouse, very pointedly walking between the two and within striking distance of them both. "Fuck him up for me, yeah?" I requested, patting the other god on the shoulder as I passed.
"I… shall, masked man?" He muttered, sounding like he wasn't sure what to make of me as I walked by. I heard the fighting resume a moment later, when Loki lunged for me, and the other guy protected me. I ignored them both in favor of making sure that I didn't step on any glass. That would suck. Making my way outside and up the steps, I heard the energy beam funneling straight up to the portal.
I took a moment to take a seat on the steps, putting my Air Treks back on before making my way all the way up to the source of the beam. I wasn't a science guy, so I really had no idea what I was looking at. At the center of a machine was a spinning blue cube which, judging by the fact that it was glowing, was probably the power source for the whole thing. The energy flowed into the machine before it was directed upwards.
"It can't be stopped," I heard someone remark. Glancing over, I saw it was an older man that limply leaned against an air-conditioning unit. He looked at the machine with an expression of shame and wonder. "It's protected by an energy field. Completely unbreachable now."
Frowning, I tossed a few pebbles at the glowing doodad and, sure enough, they were repelled at high speeds. Around the machine was a sphere of twisting energy that gave off a faint blue hue -- not sure if it was really unbreachable, but I also didn't know if I could breach it. Pursing my lips, I glanced over at the old guy, "You said now. Meaning that it wasn't always unbreachable?" I questioned, taking out my Time-Turner.
The old man shook his head, "It could only be breached shortly after the machine started up."
"Well then. That works," I replied, twisting my Time-Turner twice, going back two hours. The skyline of New York was reverted to its previous glory and the old guy wasn't leaning limply against the air conditioning unit but instead was tinkering on the thing. Letting go of my Time-Turner, I lightly poked him in the back with my Chitauri gun and just about made him jump out of his skin while I glanced up. No portal yet.
"Wh-who’s there?! Who are you?!" The old man questioned while I glanced back at him, momentarily caught flat-footed when I saw his eyes. His iris were brilliant shades of pale blue while the whites of his eyes were bloodshot red. Not really sure what was up with that, but I'm betting it wasn't good.
"I'm another one of Loki's minions," I decided to go with, taking out my phone and snapped a picture of the machine and the doodad inside it. Doing this was a pretty big risk, but I forwarded the messages to my phone. It would be a more involved disruption of the timeline since more parts were involved than just some spray paint or doodles. My phone vibrated as both me and past me got the messages -- from the time, it shouldn't be too much of a disruption since the machine was only about ten minutes away from being completed.
In the text, I also included another message.
"O-oh. A replacement for Barton? It's a shame that he won't be a part of this despite all that he sacrificed for it," the old man remarked, sounding genuinely sad about it.
"Something like that. You got a name, old man?" I asked him, tucking my phone away before leveling my weapon at his back while he continued to tinker with the machine.
“Erik Selvig,” Erik introduced himself, sparing a glance over his shoulder and a small smile. Seemed like a friendly guy. But, if this timeline was bust, it was time to experiment to see what would do what.
“Sorry about this, Erik. I’ll try to make up for it in another timeline,” I told him, shifting the barrel of my gun down to fire at the base of the thingamabob. Concrete was punched through and I pulled the trigger another three times in quick suggestion -- dual wielding the weapons were pretty easy on account of the non-existent recoil.
Erik tried to stabilize the doohickey, but all he managed to do was go down with the ship, so to speak, when the concrete began to crumble and topple over the edge. I slowly walked backward, making sure that I didn’t take a tumble with him. I did look over the edge, though, watching as a shit ton of rock, machine, and Erik fell and slammed into the ground.
I looked up at the sky, not seeing a portal. “Hm,” I hummed, frowning to myself. Not a second later, I heard the sound of rushing wind and I shifted my gaze to see who it was. Iron Man. Tony Stark in the flesh, so to speak. His red and gold armor that made the man one of the most identifiable faces on the planet was scraped to hell and back, telling me that he had been in a fight long before the battle for New York happened. Wonder what the story was there.
“You- Okay, weirdo mask, you have some explaining to do. Like, for starters, how you got here and what did you just do and what are those?” Iron Man said, floating nearby but making sure that he was still looking down on me.
I tossed the two weapons to the side and removed my mask, “The name’s Sebastian. And I could use some help with something. Call it payback for saving the world from an alien invasion from another dimension. Or from the other end of space. Not sure where things stand with that one,” I decided, giving the multi-billionaire a winning smile that only grew when I heard the sounds of Loki getting his ass kicked.
Tony Stark finally touched down, the face plate to his helmet going up as he considered me for a moment. “Alright, I’ll bite -- how am I paying you back?”
I told him.
…
Minutes later, I found myself in the living room of Tony Stark which was only minimally damaged, the Ultra Divine Water sitting on a coffee table while I was surrounded by a number of people. There was the redhead that I had read about, and while she was super hot, I hadn’t seen her be a badass yet. However, I knew myself well enough to know that I had excellent taste in women, so I believed myself.
Next to her was Captain America -- dirty blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a jawline made out of marble. Meeting him felt like meeting George Washington. He seemed nice. Big blonde guy turned out to be Thor, though, and he was avoiding me on the other side of the room. He claimed to be safeguarding Loki, who was bound and gagged, but I could see him looking at me with sad eyes.
Lastly, there was the Barton guy that Erik had mentioned. Tall, light brown hair, handsome in his mid thirties, and had a quiver on his back, but I didn’t see a bow.
Natasha, the redhead, leaned forward to give me a view of her cleavage while she asked a question with a cocked head, “What exactly were you doing up here?”
“I was robbing Mr. Stark for his tools,” I answered without missing a beat, making the man in question pause and look at me through the hologram that was being projected in his living room. He was analyzing the Ultra Divine Water to see what it was and what it would take to drink it without dying. “Rolled up the side of the building with these,” I gestured to my Air Treks. “Saw what was happening and decided to put a stop to it like the big damn hero that I am. Think I’ll get a Nobel Peace prize for this?”
“Those are completely overrated,” Tony spoke up before he jabbed a pen at me, “Where did you get this stuff? It’s… you want to drink it? I’m usually all for putting questionable substances in your body, but those things don’t restructure a person’s cellular makeup.”
Captain America -- Steve Rogers, as he insisted on being called -- rolled his eyes to the ceiling like he was asking god for strength. Honestly, I think if god was ever going to answer a prayer, it probably would be for Captain America. I can’t even imagine the good karma he racked up punching Hitler.
Natasha ignored the byplay, “You’re lying.” She pointed out with no hesitation and her eyes were sharp, drinking me in over every detail. Her eyes did linger on the Time-Turner that I was rolling between my fingers, as if I was nervous. “If you were here to steal from Tony, then how would you know what the Tesseract would do? Those weapons aren’t made from any metal or power source on earth.”
“Ah, you got me. I’m actually a time traveler,” I responded, my tone flippant and sarcastic but Natasha flinched back, her lips parting. Which made me recoil because I realized that she realized I was serious.
Steve chuckled, not picking up on it, “I think you’d better come up with an excuse a bit more believable than that, son.”
Natasha glanced at Barton, who walked off to start talking to someone. If I had to guess, it was probably Nick Fury. “I think he is being serious. Why exactly would you come back in time to here?”
“To steal Tony’s tools,” I answered. “The Ultra Divine Water -- I didn’t name it -- kills whoever drinks it. I need to drink it without dying. Oh, and to prevent wide scale destruction and death from aliens attacking New York.” I tacked on, making Natasha narrow her eyes at me. “I have to say, I’m surprised that you believed me so easily. I mean, I’m sure you’ve seen weirder working for Shield, but believing time travel at the drop of a hat?”
Natasha’s lips thinned as she tilted her head the other way, like she was putting the pieces of a puzzle together in her head. However, it was Steve that spoke up. “Time travel? That’s… something,” he muttered.
“I guess so. Pretty mundane to me at this point,” I said with a shrug. “But I knew about the attack and decided to stop it. If Tony would hurry up and give me the cure, then I can be on my merry way.”
“Why do you need it?” Natasha pressed while Tony was in the back, looking at streams of data and analyzing the water with growing interest.
“The water restructures a person’s body at a genetic level and augments it,” Tony spoke up, very interested by what he was seeing. “In everyone’s DNA, there are schematics for the body for what it can do at its peak, but the body rarely ever has everything it needs to reach someone’s utmost potential. Malnutrition stunting growth, or never drinking enough milk to strengthen your bones. The water undoes the damage so a body can reach its maximum potential.”
Huh. Not exactly what I was looking for, but it was something. Natasha spoke up, “And the augmentations?” She questioned, keeping one eye on me. Steve was also looking interested, probably wondering if this was a Super-Soldier Formula like what he had been given.
“On a genetic level? It deletes what would be considered genes that would weaken the body -- like a genetic disposition to cancer or poor eyesight while simultaneously strengthening what would be viewed as positive genetics. Genes that make you a little faster than normal, or need less sleep, or make you stronger. That’s with a single cup. As far as I can tell, the effects become more pronounced the more you drink, but each cup is a gamble.” Tony elaborated before he walked over to a counter. “Fascinating stuff. Almost as fascinating as time travel -- you can’t just roll past that like you didn’t just say that you’re from the future.”
He walked over and tossed me a thumb drive through the hologram. I caught it, and I was willing to bet all the money in the world that there was a tracker of some kind on it. I would have to clean it in another timeline before I used it.
“What’s the future like? Am I still handsome? Ah, what am I asking? Of course, I am,” Tony remarked, curious but his eyes were sharp.
“Ehh, mostly the same, really,” I answered with a shrug. “Same problem, different date. Though, I do think we’re closer to ending ourselves than we ever have been before. So, there’s that.”
“And is that how you know about Shield?” Natasha questioned, poking my story just to see what it did. She believed me about the time travel, which was a total accident. She was a twitchy one and she could spot a liar. That was really good to know. Steve seemed… I don’t know. Like a puppy. It was kind of weird. Tony sounded like he just wanted to amuse himself.
“Ah, no,” I answered with a thin smile. “Found out about your organization because of a… family matter,” I decided, offering a half answer.
“Your family? What are they like?” Natasha pressed, her tone sweet and my smile grew.
“Oh, it’s a big family. Well, it was. Don’t want to bore you with the details, but imagine a Hunger Games scenario -- just with a thousand siblings over the course of fifteen years and the winner got to call Dad our dad,” I informed, and that wiped the small, well practiced, friendly smile that Natasha wore. “Well, it’s time for me to be off back to my own time.”
“The past, right?” Tony spoke up as I stood, narrowing his eyes at me. “Because, you’re pretty cavalier about time travel for someone from the future. So, unless Back to the Future lied to me, the reason why you’re so open is that you’re from the past and this conversation won’t matter at all.” Huh. I guess he really was smart.
Steve sent Tony a glance, and he just waved him off. “You’ll see it eventually- you know what, I’ll make a list of things you need to catch up on because this is just ridiculous.”
“The water is for yourself, then?” Natasha asked, her tone going a little less… or rather, a little more genuine. The coy nature was gone and it sounded like she was speaking to me as a person rather than a horny teenager. Not sure why. I could be both.
I inclined my head to her, “It’s for past me. Got to get every edge that I can.” I told her and Natasha offered a small nod at me, her eyes shining with what I could only describe as empathy. Which was mildly terrifying, really. I liked to think that my Dad was a one-off psychopath. The idea that there was more of him floating around was actually terrifying.
I looked over them all, the Avengers, and I gave them a small smile. In this timeline, I saved the day. The Chitauri never invaded. The only death was Erik. Loki was captured and that glowing blue rock thing was secured. As far as timelines went, this was a winner by most people’s standards.
Just not mine.
I secured my mask to my face and flipped the Time-Turner, erasing the timeline and taking me back. The Avengers faded into nothing, the damage was undone and I stood alone in the penthouse apartment with everything -- the Divine Water and my weapons -- back where I had first picked them up.
“I’m no hero,” I remarked, taking out my phone to pull up the picture for the password and I punched it in to use the elevator. Stepping inside, I took in a deep breath and let it out.
I was doing this for my own reasons -- I wanted to kick the shit out of Loki and the Chitauri. I couldn’t do the later without them invading and I couldn’t do the former if he was already caught. There would be losses, but people died all the time. It’s the one thing nearly everyone had in common. We were born, we suffered, then we died. That’s it. All you could do between birth and death was to live a life you could look back on with no regrets.
Which was what I was doing. Making sure that I had no regrets.
All that was needed was to prepare for the next go-around.
…
- “Oh my god, we’re being invaded by aliens,” I heard someone breathe next to me and I looked over to see Peter staring up at the hole in the sky with a paling face while Ned starred up in horror. I grabbed hold of his shoulder, catching his attention, and his jaw snapped shut when he looked at me.
“You two are smart, right?” I asked them both, turning around to start shoving through the crowd of people, my eyes going up to the wall near the ceiling. A drawing of a dopey-looking Peter and Ned and a room number behind a slash with an alien spaceship in front of it. Meaning I should only grab them after the aliens show up. “I have something that could help deal with the aliens.”
“Like a super virus or something?” Ned blurted out as we shoved our way into the halls, and I started following the arrows drawn meant to lead us. The front of the school was rapidly filling up as people stood near the windows to get a look at the aliens shortly before panic began to set in. We made our way past the worst of it because the science lab we were looking for was on the back end of the school.
I shook my head, “Or something.” I decided to answer, not really sure what we would be making. Pushing open the door to the science lab, I saw that it was empty for the moment. A mark on the clock, however, told me that we only had three minutes before it became occupied. On one of the desks was a laptop that I didn’t recognize with a thumb drive in it that I also didn’t recognize, but the treasure chest on it marked it as mine. Walking over to grab it, when I lifted it, I saw another drawing.
A redheaded girl behind bars. Mary Jane.
“Can you help with this?” I asked, opening the computer and pulling up the only thing on it. What I saw was a slew of science words that I didn’t understand, but they seemed to be step-by-step instructions.
Peter stepped forward, frowning lightly but he offered a firm nod, “I can make this pretty easy, but some of these ingredients are going to be really tough to find. Uh, we need peroxol-” Peter started, cutting himself off when I opened a cupboard marked with a payday symbol and he saw it was filled with everything needed to make whatever we were making. “Oh. Uh, then I need about ten minutes.”
Which we didn’t have. I’m sure a teacher would ask what we thought we were doing and put a halt to the process. Meaning we needed privacy. Mary Jane was in the OCS room. That struck me as private.
“Take everything you think we need, Peter. Let's get some privacy to cook,” I decided, and I started to grab everything that was marked with a small star on it. Ned joined in on the mad scramble, loading up everything that we needed before we entered the halls once again. This time I didn’t need the arrows to guide me, but they did help.
“Oh my god,” Ned whispered all of a sudden while I picked the lock to the OCS room. “We’re going to fight aliens. Like in Independence day. Do you think I’ll get to fly a plane?” Ned asked as we entered the room. I saw Mary Jane, Liz, and Randy all look at me with wide eyes.
“What’s going on out there?” Mary Jane demanded and Peter started to answer, only to end up choking on his own words as he gaped at Liz. Looks like someone had a crush.
“We’re living Independence day! And we’re going to fight!” Ned answered instead, making everyone’s jaws drop. Peter recovered from his mental stupor to start setting things up.
Mary Jane looked to me, expecting me to give a different answer. “Less Independence day and more War of the Worlds. We’re getting attacked by aliens,” I confirmed with a nod and her lips parted.
“And we’re going to fight them,” Ned added again, sounding way too excited about that fact. And they wouldn’t. I would be the one fighting. These aliens were attacking New York and unloading on civilians? I was going to kick the ever-loving mother shit out of these Chitauri and this Loki guy. I couldn’t care less that he was a god. I’ll just stomp him that much harder.
“In your own way,” I decided, before I started to help Peter when he requested it. Peter seemed focused and confident in a way that I hadn’t seen before. He moved methodically as he created some substance by carefully measuring things out, mixing them together with solutions and whatever the fuck was going into it. The only time he looked away was to glance at the instructions.
Mary Jane and the others watched on with a sense of awe when they weren’t glued to their phones to read the news. Probably for the first time in their lives. Like Peter suggested, it really was only about ten minutes later when he was filling up a syringe. He handed it to me with a concerned look on his face, “This says it’s going to take about five hours to kick in with… uh, water?”
Ah, shit. Wait… okay, I have an idea.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” I decided, nodding at him. “Thanks, Peter. And you Ned,” I said, giving them both a wink and a smile as I headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Mary Jane questioned when I pushed the door open. She sounded worried, getting up to go after me. In response, I gave her a wave over my shoulder.
“You’ll see it on the news,” I told her, leaving the OCS room. Peter really came through for me there. It’s a good thing I didn’t roll back the relationship I made with him. The school was a bit of a mess, but after about fifteen minutes, the school had some semblance of control over the students. Pushing past them, I made my way up the stairs and towards the roof.
Picking the lock with the paperclip took all of a second -- I was far from the first one to pick it -- and I slammed my way through the door.
I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye as I stepped on a plastic tarp, but when I turned to see it, I only caught a view of a baseball bat just as it slammed into the side of my head. I hit the ground hard, my vision swimming with dark spots and red, trying to pick myself up. Before I could raise an inch, the bat struck me in the back of the head and everything went dark.
…
“Sorry past me,” I said, holding up a bloodied bat, and bashing his head in one more time to make sure that he was dead. It was a small time loop. We went through the same things and had the same idea -- going back in time a couple of times and killing the past mes in those timelines to run out the clock. I’ve spent the past six timelines doing it, rewinding back an hour each.
Five to adjust to the Divine Water. It felt like I had a fire in my gut that was going to burn me out from the inside, but as the hours went by, I felt better. Stronger. My hearing was sharper, my sense of smell more sensitive, taste and sight were similarly enhanced. Touch too. I haven’t had the chance to explore the rest of the changes to my body the Divine Water made after taking a cup, but there would be time for that later. Preferably when I wasn’t on time constraints or I would lose my relationship with Peter and Mary Jane.
Mary Jane was hot and Peter had a chance to impress his crush and it felt fucked up to rob him of that.
The body in front of me faded out of existence, slowly becoming translucent before past mes corpse was just gone. There was some blood left over, but the tarp caught all of that. Spilling some powder on it to dry it up, I folded the tarp up to return it to my bag.
The past future mes had been busy. I had everything that I needed to make this the true timeline -- two alien guns, my Air Treks, and a human gun. There were stashes across the city of weapons that I could use. All that was left was to make a final adjustment.
I grabbed my white mask and can of spray paint. According to my journal, the featurelessness of it was an issue. So, I tried to make it more friendly by spray painting a smile onto it- “Oh, no, I made it creepy,” I muttered, looking at the crescent black smile on the mask. That wouldn’t help things… but….
Eh, oh well.
Time to get this show on the road.
Comments
Epwydadlan
uhhh, if I had to take a guess, it feels like every timeline is still available to him? and he seems to be comfortable with just flippantly committing suicide if the overall timeline progression continues with a positive value in terms of uh, I guess what could be called the prime self's benefit? I would hate to see the sequence of events that would make a person become like that.
Eliezer
I admit, I'm not following what the exact rules of time travel are in this ficton.
