[ Volume I: "GAME DEVELOPMENT SYSTEM VOL. 1" ]
[ Chapter V (5): "THE WAY LIFE GOES" ]
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[ VALORANT WORLD. UNIVERSE 2006-162118 ( MARVEL-UNIVERSE ) ] [ FEBRUARY 3, 2039 ]
"Let's get this party starte-" [ "BANG" ] ( "What the fuck?" ) Felix's black eyes dilates as he in what seemingly feels like slow motion notices a terrorist not far-away holding a sniper rifle, Operator, one which was used on him — to kill him, the bullet stopping him from thinking straight as he lay by the floor staring at the sky, appreciating the scene before he goes to somewhere else.
"Agent down!" He could hear the healer of the group yelling out loud, but he couldn't look at where it came from, not even able to close his eyes as everything around him seemed like it was slowing down. The single bird in the air that Felix is focused at stopping bit-by-bit as he watches until at the point that it doesn't move anymore.
( "W-what's happening here, let me go, I wanna fight. Fuck." ) Felix was stuck in that state for what seems like minutes, but because of his mind it felt like an hour — the "death" state of his giving him enough time to memorize the patterns and appearance of the bird he is looking at, which at some point he started to dislike and like at the same time.
Felix don't know how long it took but he could feel someone giving him a push from below his torso, the push feeling cold and abrupt, unexpected as he tries to look at it — instantly having the power to do so as he instead of seeing anything supernatural only sees his... own body? "Bruv, hey, are you alright?!" "Felix!" [ "Oh no, Agent down Brim, Jett. Felix's down, shit!" ] He could see the usual cocky british guy Phoenix drag his body away from the open while the healer Sage on the other hand covers fire to any remaining terrorist in the open before finally approaching Phoenix and the seemingly dead carcass of her college, "Sage heal him! Please, heal 8!" "Calm down Phoenix, I'm on it."
Felix watches the drama going on about in front of him, the coldness he is feeling around his body tickles him as he watches the people inside his dream, at the Agents with god-like abilities, both having the ability to cheat death help him — in the case of Sage, resurrect him by using her ultimate ability on him, one which he notices by her hand resting on his chest as blue particles emit from her palms... Which did nothing. "Sage what's happening?" "I-I don't know." [ "Sage heal him." ] [ "Bossman you see, that's not working at the moment." ] [ "What!?" ] [...]
Felix who's sitting right beside them, right beside his dead body is watching all of this go down — the big gaping hole in-between his forehead healing, yes, but his soul not going back inside the dream body of his — he tried to dive and enter his body forcefully but that was only met with resistance as by unknown means he kept getting shoved away, ( "This is getting too real, damn it." ) Felix looks about in his surroundings and can't believe the reality of his, does he have some power or golden finger he hadn't heard of? How can he realistically dream this, or is this a dream? He doesn't know, probably an alternate life that he accidentally controlled, or perhaps one of his past lives and he subconsciously travelled back in time because of his want to play... And kill, but that doesn't matter, what matters now is that he died, he is dead, it doesn't matter and he only exist in the Spirit.
The time around him pausing erratically and playing whenever he thinks of it, meaning the perception of how he sees the world he is in can be manipulated, or some sorts. The calculative and smart side of his shining through without the sudden adrenaline that was injected in his veins, which is war and killing of unlimited terrorist that comes from all sides — alongside 4 fictional characters that he only remembers from his time back on his real world — Jett, Brimstone, Phoenix, and Sage. Felix couldn't fully comprehend how he got here, he doesn't understand anything to be precise, he thought that the place he is in was a dream just a moment ago — but the longer the time passes the more he thinks about it, and so the more he realizes. He is dreaming, and he can manipulate it, like a fucking Wizard, a dream of his.
He put this theory on the test when everything around him was slowed down onto a standstill — he floats up, which he can't believe he can do, but it feels like swimming and it came naturally to Felix for some reasons — and he don't even know how to swim, so that is great. He looked up and swimmed up in an awkward manner, the bird he was looking at since he "died" or, well, the husk which he uses to physical manifest in this dream of his, but that don't matter he float up with time still paused and grabbed the bird frantically before time could resume. [ Damn, this actually worked? ] He pulled the bird and watched it carefully, the place where it was previously creating a phantom mirage that looks the same as before he grabbed the said bird, he still don't know what type of bird this is, but at the very least it flies and it's brown, and that it's not moving and doesn't have a pulse — time is stopped other than him inside this dream of his, so, that really don't matter.
[ What the hell, this is actually fun. ] Felix kept shaking the bird up and down, the one he is holding by the hand which suddenly moved — jumpscaring him as he let go of the bird subconsciously, the same said bird being affected by him even though he is of Spirit with the time resuming. The bird hovers in the air like a drunk before finally leaving Felix all while the bloody grin in the face of him could be seen, with Felix observing the bird and finally having an idea for why he is here. [ I don't to be more exact, but I think I have an idea. ]
Felix looks down at his teammates, at the Agents that supposedly known him for 2 months now, at Agent Sage and Phoenix who's prantically backing, panicking and losing advantage as they regroup with Brimstone and Jett who's at the otherside of the map of some sorts that they are in. He could see the count and how many terrorist are there, Felix in seeing that they are being swarmed in both sides felt bad, this is a dream, or an another reality, probably both so he with the 15 minutes he spent with them made a plan which can be a help of them. He'll, of course kill all of the terrorists through funny ways, or at the very extent find ways he could use his newfound Spiritual form with the ability to manipulate time, pausing and playing into his advantage.
Felix still doesn't know what's going on, but whenever he thinks of it and doesn't enjoy the process his brain turns into mush and could feel headache sipping in — so he ignored it, and went along with everything. Time pausing as he thinks of mischievous things to do with the bad guys. He played Dumb Ways to Die he could use that, he even watched Happy Tree Friends years back and knows a few bit of how to murder people through weird yet gruesome means — [ Yeah, let's use those... ]
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[ 11/02/2024: "Notice the change in writing and in plot? Yeah, that's me realizing halfway that I fucked up and backpedalled, realizing the potential of the Book as I too lazy, too tired, too damn annoyed of rewriting and shit decided to fuck it — continue with it. I wasted 100 initials already with thousands of words in it, I'm not doing that again. Fuck you, fuck everyone, fuck my thoughts telling me that I suck." ]
[ WRITTEN: 11/01/2024 ]
[ POSTED: 11/02/2024 ]