It's been 3 days since I died, how am I keeping track of time in this eternal darkness you ask.
It's quite simple when you look at all your friends and family attending your cremation on a random ass flatscreen TV in the middle of nowhere.
I'm still waiting for that speck of cliche light in this darkness that lets me meet the random R.O.B but i can wait for maybe, two more minutes before i can celebrate about not being a cliche protagonist or side character. AHHH...SHIT! there's the light.
AND I'm now in a white room with an office table and a random looking old dude with white hair.
"I'm not random" said the old dude and I'm sure he is reading my mind right now.
"come on dude all the other gods do it too it's kind of a protocol" says the old dude (I'm not calling him god it's weirdly disturbing calling someone that)
"So what's the process here do I get wishes,if so which world am I going to." I said wanting to go to a peaceful world, which isn't an alternative world of the show where everything sucks.
"your place is decided, it's going to be the original MCU in the year 2007 and no you are not going to be born as a child, you can customise how your character looks like and you can take some things to disguise yourself to lay low if you're in trouble.by the way you won't have your memories of anything unless you wish it and you can only wish for minor powers or simple fighting techniques"says the god as he picks up a phone and throws it at me I catch it and look at my body in the phone with a character customisation.
I deadpan at the god "I'll take my memories thank you" 'I don't need some minor mutations to put me in shield's shit list(INDEX),hydra's kidnap list or some random corporations experimental list' I thought in my head.
and I started customising my face to be slightly puffy with blue eyes,black and blonde hair and slightly fat but huggable build.
seeing my customised look god looked at me weirdly "most people make themselves chick magnets, why are you making yourself look like you are in your 30's or something?" he asked curiously
"many reasons actually, one of them being that, looking like a chick magnet in marvel will be the equivalent of saying I'll be the protagonist, an average look will make you a side character who gets killed off and brought back to life MULTIPLE TIMES." I calm myself before continuing.
"But a huggable family man will make me harder to kill because fans will get crazy over my death and I can get hugs which I like but were scarce in my life." I finish breathing out as i panic if he doesn't want me to look like that or something.
"fine! and done." the old man says as he snaps his fingure making smoke come out of my body like a titan before I change into my character, "good luck on your journey" and i am suddenly standing in an alley wearing rags with a cardboard sign and a marker in hand.
I slowly look up and shout with all my hatred"FUCK YOU GOD"