Chapter One The Trials of morgan freeman

My boots and board were a foot deep in snow as I glided through the powder. White sheets kept coming down, obscuring the trees from me as I hastily flicked my body and board onto my toes to avoid them. I was extremely far away from the slope, and once the snowstorm had started, hiking back up the way I had come was dangerous. Even now, my trail was being covered just behind me.

I wasn't worried as I was aware of a road that ran along just under the ski slopes and was heading to that using a compass. If I couldn't find the road, I was also prepared to dig a snow shelter and wait it out.

A feeling of weightlessness freed me from my reflection; as I started to fall, the snow blindness seemed to melt away as I plummeted toward a black mass just below me. The wind rushed past my face as I dropped towards the black and grey river. Finally, I had found the road.

My panicked thoughts screamed at me. They need to add a fucking warning about a height drop on the map. My mind slowed as the bite and anger that was put into them dulled. I was about to die. Faced with my impending death, I just...

My approaching death slowed even further until I was a meter away. It stopped. I was locked in place in place just above the road. Then the scene blurred, and the snow returned, rushing past me. My thoughts were brought to a jarring stop as a shudder passed through my body. A crunch sounded. The world was white.

Feeling rushed back into my body. There was no pain, instead a soft feeling surrounded my body. I could tell I was seated on a soft couch. I blinked. The world was still white, but it didn't strain my eyes, unlike before. There was nothing to see through, just an endless expanse of blank.

As I glanced around, there were a few things to notice. First, I was still strapped to my snowboard and covered in snow. Second, my couch and the one opposite me were invisible.

I knew there was a couch opposite me, as a gentleman was seated on it. Across from me sat the og GOD. Morgan Freeman. He gave a light chuckle.

M "It's nice to meet you, Daley Faith Moss." I cringe a little at using my full name. It's coming from GOD, I assume this is GOD.

D " I prefer to just go by Day, sir."

M "It's quite alright. I should have checked your mind, not your wallet. It's an oversight on my part. There's also no need to call me sir. Just morgan is fine."

D "All right morgan. Can I ask why I'm here? I died, so this might just be the procedure, but..." I trail off at the end. I wasn't sure what I was expecting.

M "That's alright. I have a job opportunity for you; my last guy finally decided to settle down, so I'm looking for a new candidate.

D "A new candidate for what." I try really hard to keep my excitement down

M "unfortunately, not for what you think, though they're linked. I'm busy with movies and mortal obligation right now, so I need someone to keep the core worlds on track."

D "can I ask some questions." he waves his hand as a go-ahead. I take a second to let my thoughts catch up a little and prepare.

M "just ask them all at once, then ill answer them."

D "what are core worlds? What exactly do you want me to do? Do I get any wishes? Am I being transmigrated or reincarnated when I go to these worlds? Do my achievements in one carry over? How long will the job last?"

M " easiest first. wishes no. You will be primarily transmigrated but maybe once or twice reincarnated." he paused and pulled out a cigarette he passed to me. I did feel like it would relax me; as soon as it touched my lips, the end lit up. A deep puff, and he started talking.

M "the core world is the centre of their multiverses, like marvel, there is the leading world and then branching universes. This is important because any character in the main world dictates what the other versions of themselves will behave like. For example, imagine the core world of Teen Wolf. Allison is a kind, nieve girl. All other iterations of her will always try and become like that. It's the will of the multiverse trying to make things go down the same path as the core world. With me so far." I breathed out a cloud of multicoloured smoke.

D " that means the other iterations don't have free will."

M "no, it means that even if the girl in alternate iterations suffered the death of her parents and was raised by assassins, she will still be kind to people and still come off as naive despite her actual experience." I pause, thinking about the situation.

D " I'm not from a core world, am I." He gives me a nod. I took a long deep drag on the cig before breathing out lightly. Losing myself in the multicoloured glow. It's a lot to take in.

M "The job is to keep the characters in the core worlds ruffly following the story you have read or watched. To do this, I'm removing you from the omniverse. You will only exist in the core worlds when you enter them." My thought caught up to what he had just said.

D " that means every iteration of myself just died falling from that cliff." that level of genocide, if the number of multiverses is infinite. My hands are shaking. This time GOD did not smile only a slow nod confirms that I just guessed correctly. I just died everywhere. Not one of me was saved from the fall or was able to get out of that snowstorm. All of my infinite possibilities just died.

M " it also means that you can guide the core universe without being directly responsible for the action in another world."

D " so if I prevent a death in the core world, in most other iterations, luck will save them or something." Would I effectively be giving other interactions of the character plot armour?

M " something like that, each world you travel to has only a few set moments that are crucial." another puff of multicoloured smoke.

D "will I be told about these moments before entering or what."

M " you're choosing to accept the job." the look I tried to convey was 'who wouldn't'. My hands were still shaking, but the cigarette was helping. I had just died. It's not something you get over quickly. But the business-like management of the situation was helping.

D " how long will it last."

M " you're a candidate right now, but if you do a good job until you choose to quit or your death."

D "second round of questions?"

M "go ahead."

D "first world?"

M "mix world of gravity falls star vs the forces of evil and owl house."

D "requirements"

M "return of Stanford pines, death and resurrection of bill cypher. weirdmageddon must take place. The main cast must stay alive. You'll get a message if you survive telling you about the next series of events that must take place."

D "no gifts."

M "only as gifted as you are now. though there are some things you can pick up in there."

D "is king, bill cypher." he just gave me a look that said the obvious. I'm reminded of a scene from Bruce almighty when Bruce asks a similarly stupid question.

D "can you prevent me from having a panic attack about this when I leave."

M "once you leave, you'll find that you feel so much more balance as you are singular reality existence." My cigarette was finished, and as I puffed the last cloud of swirling colours, a feeling of warmth washes over me. I was ready.

M " Try not to take yourself too seriously; the main characters still have free will. So being pushy might not end well."

D " I'm a big fan of your work, by the way." trying to lighten the mood

M " movies and miracles spread Joy, don't they." a laugh came from me; he really feels like the movie. I got to meet one of my heroes, and he's incredible.

D " I prefer books myself. I'll see you around." a thought crossed my mind; he said the core worlds are protected; why do I need to interfere then. As I turn to ask my last question. I see the grin, he claps once, and the scene before me changes.

A familiar honk sounds to my right. I'm strapped to my board in the middle of a road; a great pine forest surrounds me in all directions. I unhook my boots from the board, feeling silly for sitting like that in front of GOD. I take in a deep breath, the forest smells good, and I feel light, like an invisible pressure is gone. One that I always carried like a bolder on my back, and as I took that breath, I dropped it. The Bus horn sounded, taking me from my revelry. I look at the bus as the horn goes off again, bringing my attention to the driver, clearly angry and looking at me as if I'm crazy. Above him, on the front of the silver wagon, read two words in glowing yellow letters gravity falls.