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You ever just chill and then boom—you're dead?
Yeah, me neither.
I mean, I was just a regular dude, you know? Nothing too crazy about me. Sure, I got into some fights back in middle school and high school, but that was mostly because I couldn't stand bullies messing with my homies. Gotta have your boys' backs, right? But outside of that? I was just your average, everyday, normal motherfucker.
Had a solid childhood—both my parents were alive and kicking, never really struggled for anything. Ate good, worked out, even picked up Muay Thai so I wouldn't be caught lacking if shit ever hit the fan. Relationships? Had a few. Didn't really work out, but whatever, life goes on.
But if there was one thing I really loved, it was consuming media—anime, movies, comics, fanfics, you name it. My favorite? Superheroes. Anything superhero-related, I was all over it. Marvel, DC, The Boys, Invincible—didn't matter. But my number one? Superman. No contest. The GOAT, fr. The man could punch reality itself, and still, his greatest strength wasn't his power—it was the kind of person he chose to be. If I ever got powers, I'd wanna be like him. Someone people could look up to.
So anyway, one night, I was watching Invincible—Season 3, Episode 8. Damn, that animation was crispy. The final fight? Chef's kiss. Conquest was a straight-up monster, and I was hyped as hell. Of course, I'd read the comics, so I already knew what was coming. If people thought Conquest was bad, just wait till they meet Thragg. That dude was built different. That got me thinking about Viltrumites in general—their power, their strength, their insane durability.
Man, imagine being that strong.
That thought kept me up way longer than it should have. My mind kept going in circles, comparing Superman and Viltrumites, thinking about what I'd do if I had powers like that. Would I be a hero? A conqueror? I mean, I wanted to be a hero, but damn, the idea of having that kind of power was tempting.
Eventually, I passed out.
And the next thing I knew, I was on top of a building.
Now, at first, I wasn't even trippin'. I looked around, everything seemed a little…off, but nothing crazy. Then it hit me—this was a dream. A lucid dream. I'd had these before, so I knew what was up.
And if this was a dream…
I grinned. Time to fly.
I crouched a little, then jumped off the edge of the building, arms spread wide like I was fucking Superman.
And for a second? It was amazing.
The wind rushed past me, my stomach did that little flip, and I laughed, feeling weightless. This was exactly how I imagined it—until something felt…wrong.
I wasn't flying.
I was falling.
Fast.
My stomach didn't just flip—it twisted into a goddamn knot. The city around me wasn't some weird dream world; it was real. The lights, the streets, the distant sounds of cars below—this wasn't in my head. This was happening.
I wasn't dreaming.
I was plummeting to my fucking death.
"Oh, fuck—!"
Panic kicked in hard. I flailed, tried to grab at something, anything, but of course, there was nothing but air. My brain scrambled for an explanation—Sleepwalking! I must've sleepwalked onto the roof! How the hell did I even get up here?! But none of that mattered because the ground was right there.
I screamed.
And then—
Impact.
Except…
I didn't feel anything.
No pain. No broken bones. No splattered guts.
Just…darkness.
Silence.
For a second, I thought, Oh shit, am I in a coma? But no—this didn't feel like a hospital or anything like that. It felt like…nothing. A void. Cold, empty, endless.
I swallowed, my voice shaky as I whispered to myself.
"…Is this the afterlife?"
At first, it was just the silence. The cold emptiness stretching on forever. But then—my feet.
They started sinking.
It was subtle at first, like stepping into soft mud. But when I tried to lift my foot, it wouldn't budge. The surface beneath me had turned into some dark, viscous liquid—cold, impossibly cold, like death itself was reaching up to drag me under.
Panic hit. I thrashed, struggling to pull myself free, but the more I fought, the faster I sank. It clung to me, swallowing me inch by inch, dragging me deeper like quicksand. My legs, my waist, my chest—gone. Every attempt to resist only made it worse. My fingers clawed at nothing. My breath came in sharp, desperate gasps.
Then, the darkness took me whole.
But I didn't stop falling.
I kept sinking. Deeper.
The weight of the void pressed in from all sides, suffocating, endless. The cold wasn't just on my skin anymore—it seeped into me, into my bones, into my soul. It was a deep, unnatural chill, not just the absence of warmth but something far worse. It was the kind of cold that erased things, that made you forget warmth ever existed in the first place.
And then—I saw them.
At first, I thought they were suns. Six massive, glowing orbs in the endless abyss, radiating a crimson-purple light that cast eerie shadows through the void. Their glow was hypnotic, almost mesmerizing, until a sickening realization clawed its way into my mind.
Those weren't suns.
They were eyes.
Six colossal, monstrous eyes, each pulsing with an ancient, unfathomable malice, fixed on me.
My entire body locked up. My mind screamed at me to look away, but I couldn't. The moment I realized what they were, they knew. They felt me.
And then they focused.
A pressure unlike anything I had ever known crashed into me. My thoughts, my memories, my entire existence—laid bare under that terrible, knowing gaze. It wasn't just looking at me. It was looking through me, seeing everything I was, everything I had been, everything I could be. It stripped me down to my very essence, peeling away every layer of my being like it was flipping through the pages of a book it had already read a thousand times.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.
I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go.
Then—
The eyes pulsed. The very fabric of this realm quivered, warped, as reality itself seemed to buckle under the sheer weight of their presence.
And then—
It spoke.
The voice was…everything. It wasn't one voice—it was a thousand. A million. Countless voices, all speaking at once, overlapping and twisting together in a chaotic, horrifying symphony. Joyful whispers. Agonized screams. Laughter, sobbing, rage, pain, ecstasy—all of it blended into one impossibly vast, otherworldly sound.
It shook the void. It rattled my skull. It shattered the very concept of silence.
It spoke, and the entire reality we were in listened.
"Ay, bitch."
My brain short-circuited.
"Your puny human ass is about to get reincarnated by the one and only—me!"
I blinked. The sheer whiplash of what I was hearing against the cosmic horror in front of me almost made my brain fold in on itself.
"I would tell you my real name, but your weak-ass mortal brain would probably implode just hearing it. So we ain't doin' that."
The voice shifted—mocking, playful, but looming. Like an apex predator playing with its food before tearing into it.
"So here's the deal, little dude. You get one wish. One. That's it. No redo's, no take-backs." The eyes flared, glowing even brighter. "And if you even think about scamming me, asking stupid-ass questions, or trying to pull some anime protagonist bullshit, I swear to me, I will slime your ass into oblivion instantly, gang."
I just hung there, suspended in the void, my soul practically vibrating from the sheer presence of this thing, trying to comprehend what was even happening.
A god? A demon? A cosmic entity beyond my understanding?
No clue.
But one thing was clear—
I was getting reincarnated.
And I had one shot to make a wish.
"I… I want to be a superhero!"
The words left my mouth before I could even think, my voice shaking from the sheer weight of everything happening.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then—
The entire realm convulsed.
The six colossal, eldritch eyes burned even brighter, their unnatural glow twisting the darkness around them like a black hole bending light. The very fabric of reality seemed to laugh, rippling and distorting as if the void itself was mocking me.
Then the voices came.
A deafening, chaotic chorus of millions, all layered on top of each other—some laughing hysterically, others screaming, whispering, sobbing, all at once. It was like an entire multiverse found my request so utterly stupid that it couldn't help but cackle in my face.
"PFFFFFFFT—!"
The force of the laughter alone sent shockwaves through the abyss.
"BOI. YOU LOOKED DUMB AS SHIT WHEN YOU SAID THAT!"
The entity wheezed, reality itself twisting and warping with every word. Space shattered, the concept of up and down flickered, and I felt my entire being getting tossed around like a ragdoll by the sheer force of its amusement.
"This bruddah is SO retarded! HA! My guy really hit me with the— 'I wanna be a superhero!' like this some Saturday morning cartoon! I CAN'T!"
The abyss around us trembled. Entire dimensions probably got erased somewhere just from how hard this thing was roasting me.
"Aight, aight— hold up."
The voices finally calmed, but the eyes still pulsed with eerie amusement, as if they were grinning without even having mouths.
"So lemme get this straight. You wanna be like… a mix of a Viltrumite and a Kryptonian, huh? A hybrid. Flying around, laser eyes, super strength, all that good shit?"
I nodded—if nodding was even possible in this weird, bodiless, floating-in-the-void state I have become.
"Bruhhh, you tryna be OP as hell!" The entity let out another wheeze. "Aight, bet. I can do that. Just gotta sprinkle in some reality manipulation shenanigans real quick. Boom. Done."
I barely had time to process what it just said before its voice dropped into something deeper, something heavier.
"Have fun playin' hero, dipshit."
The void seemed to lean in, crushing down on me with an overwhelming weight.
"Good luck on your sorry ass—you're gonna need it."
And then—
It moved.
From the endless abyss below, a colossal, titanic hand emerged.
It was incomprehensibly massive, stretching beyond anything my mind could properly perceive. It wasn't just big—it felt like it was made of everything and nothing at the same time. Like the concept of a hand was being forced into existence by something that didn't truly understand what a hand was supposed to look like. It flickered, shifted, its form warping between solid, liquid, energy, and something else entirely.
It shot upward—
Faster than I could react. Faster than thought itself.
Before I could even scream, its fingers wrapped around me, closing with an inescapable force. The moment its grip tightened, my entire existence imploded.
Pain.
Darkness.
Then—
Light.
I gasped. My body felt weird. Small. Heavy. I couldn't move properly. Everything was bright, too bright. There was this weird liquidy feeling around me, like I was floating.
Wait.
Where the fuck was I?
My vision adjusted, and I saw it.
The inside of a pod.
Sleek metal walls. Strange alien symbols glowing softly around me. The faint hum of energy pulsing through the small space. A transparent viewport showing the vast emptiness of space beyond, with a distant blue-green planet steadily growing larger in the distance.
Earth.
Holy shit.
I turned—or at least tried to turn—but my body felt tiny, fragile. It took me a few seconds to register the small, chubby limbs in front of me.
Oh.
Oh, hell no.
I was a baby.
Like, full-on tiny ass, soft-skinned, barely-able-to-move-my-own-arms baby.
"HOLY SHIT!"
The realization hit me like a truck.
It's all real.
The entity. The wish. The reincarnation. The powers.
This was actually happening.
The pod jolted violently, breaking through the planet's atmosphere. Flames licked across the viewport as I plummeted toward the surface, the entire structure shaking from the sheer force of re-entry.
A rush of pure excitement filled me.
This was it.
This was the start.
"Wait for me, world!" I thought, my tiny baby body unable to do anything but wiggle dramatically. "A hero is about to arrive!"