To say it wasn't going well was an absolute truth for the life of Alex. At the age of 29, he found himself triggered by the world around him. He spent his mid to late twenties working at the local casino, barely making ends meet and finding almost no time for friends or adventures. This tempered poor Alex into the extreme introvert he was today, spending almost every minute of his time avoiding people and reading.
Then came the magical pandemic that spured and shook the pot that is world society. It didn't help that his job forced him to interact with people all day, making each day a little closer to contracting the intensive virus. Finally, the casino had to start shutting down earlier and earlier, leaving Alex with cut hours down to two four hour shifts a week. With impossible odds and bills that didn't seem to go away during this blizzard of virus paranoia, Alex sat at his parents house chain smoking cigarettes and trying to find a way to survive the rest of the winter season.
Depression quickly and swiftly descended, as did the flury of snow that swathed the backyard of the ranch style home in the quaint suburb of a small town in Ohio. A solitary light shone on a table near the garage, showing a bundle of blankets and hoodies with a single pale hand extended with a cigarette. A muffled " I should probably quit" echos across the dark and windy night, as the hand put the butt into a nearby sprite can and reaches through the folds of the blankets for the extra pack of L&M green 100s he just bought from Speedway. Ripping through the wrapper and foil, a pair of ice blue eyes stared intensely at the loose cig that shuffled from the pack. With deft, nearly unresponsive fingers, the lighter was flicked inching towards the cig. A sudden gust of wind from the side pushed the lit cig and lighter from the cold hand I to the bundle of blankets. The baby Yoda first layer lit like a fire cracker, gaining traction through the layers as steam started to rise from the heat and snow. Alex moved as fast as he could, only realizing that his legs had become unresponsive and his heart started to irregularly beat. Suddenly, what felt like a big brick stamped on his heart. Falling from the seat, Alex knew his years of smoking and heartache cummulated into this sad moment. The pain of his heart getting beaten to death with a rock and the brisk crackling of his slowly burnt skin permeated through his mind, throwing Alex into unconsciousness. He slowly perished that night, burning alive in his blankets, a fate that seemed apropos to the people he was closet to in his life.
This was meant to be the end of the story, to be the finale of the soul of Alex. However, things have a distinct way of surprising and rattling humans, especially a poor boy from Ohio. The soul is not something that can be grasped fully and completely. From the countless novels read, Manga devoured, anime crushed, Alex would say he had a mild understanding of what could happen after death. Then again, he was raised catholic and even for a while followed his mother's belief in Judaism. The amalgamation of all these beliefs and theories left Alex even more depressed in his life. He wasn't a Shonen protagonist, nor a fundamentally good person as he learned with his time in the church.
There didn't seem to be a way for the mundane spirit of Alex to be chosen for any transmigration or reincarnation with his memories like some of his favorite novels. Though, subconsciously this was the desire he had at his death, to be chosen or special in the eyes of someone in the amalgamated omniverse. If Alex had been alive, he would have discounted this as a fundamental part of humanity, to be wanted and seen as important in the life he lived. Its what he saw in the way others worked and lived, to gather that respect from others for their own selfish desire to feel wanted. Alex ultimately pushed this desire away to the smallest and quietest corner of his mind, leading to such a desire to grow and build in his subconscious. It was this burst at the end, when his willpower had faded and consciousness waning, that projected out into the Omniverse as a small wave of light.