1. 20 minutes after waking up in another world (after dying cause of a ROB)

After waking up in the middle of buttfuck nowhere And while trying to ignore my current other-universal jaunt into the into another goddamn reality I continue walking forward in no particular direction, for no particular reason, other than to take my mind off the fact I'm in another BLOODY. UNIVERSE.

repeating the same mantra i had for the past twenty minutes in my mind since I'd arrived in a DIFFERENT REALITY, I tried and subsequently failed to be okay with this fact 'I'm fine with this, I'm fine with this, I'm fine with…'

I stop in my tracks unable to hold it back any longer and scream at the heavens my very simple issue with my current situation. that being, very simply, that.. "THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!!"

It comes out almost as a snarl "WHY DID TOU HAVE TO TAKE ME!" I bash my fists against my chest in a primal urge to inflict pain on something, ANYTHING.

"I HAD PEOPLE WHO LOVED ME BACK HOME…" my words start strong but get hard to say as I continue, almost like there's something blocking my throat, I swallow in a futile attempt to make the words easier

"who I loved and cared for… family" I breakdown on the last word and collapse forward, the world suddenly blurry from tears, struggling to breathe with the whimpers racking my frame

almost like the words summoned the thoughts my mind was filled with all people I'd never see again and the things I never had a chance to do.

Like my brother who I wanted to patch things up with, but never had the things or know how of how to bulldoze years of a mixture toxic and healthy interactions into a more healthy and stable relationship, caring parents who I'd never see again and who I'd never get to show who I finally became… 'I'm never gonna see my parents again.' The thought hit me with an almost physical weight like I'd been punched in the gut, and my whimpers became sobbing as I curled up on the ground and wailed for any to hear "I..I WA..WAnNa GO HOoomEee"

I couldn't hold back the tears streaming down my face as I suddenly realised that I couldn't even make out so much as the ground infront of me with my vision as impeded as it was, as I was hit with an almost overpowered feeling of hate that crushed my sadness like a vengeful god trampling p annoying mortal underfoot.

barely aware of anything but the pure unadulterated WRATH now flowing through my veins I pushed my self to my feet, stumbling as I attempted to stand but unwilling to falter in my objective, I lean back and almost sounding reminiscent to a wild animal practically growl at the empty expanse of stars and darkness I can barely make out above "I HAD A CHANCE TO FIX THINGS BACK HOME!, THEIR WAS A CHANCE FOR ME AND MY BROTHER TO GET ALONG, A CHANCE TO MAKE MY PARENTS PROUD!"

I find the next words putting up a fight but crush the feeble resistance with my rage which calms enough for me to stop screaming when theirs no one to hear it, or atleast no one who matters, the next part laced with a simmering fury that I had seized with an iron fist because 'I RULED IT NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND'

"I had a chance to make something of myself," the fury in my voice giving the words an almost.. 'scratch that' literal bite, noting coolly the chunks of the tree before me that had splintered and crumpled under the weight of my words, Scorch marks now scarring the trees' new pockmarks "and now the only me left in my world that my parents and brother and friends, few they may have been, have to remember is the layabout who never got off his ass and did that, because he was so scarred by what other people had inflicted upon him that made me a mostly functioning panic stricken mess terrified of the real world"

'and who could only function well in friendly social settings and was reactively defensive to any hostility in how I could take a rough tone without, when not calm or centered, instinctively wanting to match it' I finished in the privacy of my mind as all my powerful rage became bitter and murky, contaminated now with a healthy dose of self-blame.

my eyes found the moonlit ground in front of me as I distantly acknowledged that it was now covered in visibly smoking wood chunks and flicked my eyes to the savaged and heat blistered tree infront of me that I realised quite frankly, truly taking in the damage I'd caused, now looked like it'd went 10 rounds with an enraged Hellhound 'it's a miracle it's not on fire' wondering how much of it was because I wanted my words to wound and not burn

I lifted my eyes back to the heavens and breathed deep, filling my lungs with fresh air and bringing awareness to the cloying black sludge that now sat like a weight in my chest, was was once my rage and the fact that it had become something tainted with hate at not just my circumstances, but now also with myself and my complete and utter helplessness to do anything about my situation.

I breathed out, emptying my lungs and trying succeeding in clearing the sludge from my chest.

I spoke again, now feeling akin to a dull blade having lost my metaphorical edge" You took my chance to change and become something more than what I was, ripped away any chance to grow and grow to terms with my failings that I was finally dealing with after having had time to heal"

I felt my chest fill with sludge again, clearer and less tainted, it now felt less like it was weighting me down and more like it was sapping my energy and willpower, as a soft but no less incessant ball of anger lit back up in my chest and made heat rush through my veins and colour my thoughts. Altogether I felt like day old road kill baking in the noon sun, shitty and warm, and not exactly better for the second

" I know that it wasn't on purpose but you still majorly screwed me" I spoke to the uncaring breeze, feeling it gently cool my face and my anger spark and crackle, the sludge in my chest evaporating in the emotional flames

I spoke again to empty night air "…you know you could atleast say sorry right?" I glanced around for a sign and waited, After a couple moments I turned and walked away my resolve renewed like a Phoenix from the ashes, born anew and purified through cleansing flame, 'though my flames are are a touch more metaphorical… no not that, spiritual maybe?' My mind tumbling over my new powers, as I idly wondered how much of the heat in my veins and iron in my will was still metaphor.

Distracted as I was and as dark as that particular moment was, owing to an errant cloud that had drifted infront of the moon, dimming the world for a few scant seconds for. barely important in the greater scheme of things but just long enough for an absentminded new mutiversal traveler to miss a flutttering scrap of other-naturally (super,godly or otherwise) pure white paper which would've otherwise glinted and almost sparked in the moonlight.

I think I could've been forgiven for missing it if it wasn't for the fact that a gentle gust of wind appeared ,seemingly out of nowhere, and blew it smack into my face.

Suddenly disoriented I reached for my face and clawed the paper away and, taking a moment to adjust and centre myself, glanced at it read the delicate calligraphy of its simple message

*i apologise for your undue loss and offer a boon in recompense for my folly*

I felt my mind struggle to comprehend the simple message, a seeming sincere apology for his mistake, offered by a being of probably incompressible power.

I took a moment to contemplate and spoke my wish "I wish for my phone from my home universe with an infinite battery aswell as infinite coverage and wifi, I'd like it if everything that was only the phone was still there and that it will for it be unbreakable or to be clear I want it to be unable to be destroyed or rendered inoperable or so much as scratched by anything or anyone in or not in existence, I'd like for any coding errors and hardware issues to be fixed and most importantly, I wish for it to be impossible for someone to steal or take or otherwise even borrow from me without my express permissions and for me to be able to summon it to a pocket at any point nomatter where it is in relation to me whether that be another dimension or otherwise and for no one read anything off it [not specifying pictures for future over shoulder questions of 'who's that?' While reminiscing for plot sake}" I took a breath for this part "I wish for all photos and apps and other such operations of the phone to still be fully accessible, work and also function as they would normally except with any issues or kinks smoothed out and otherwise improved for them to function in this and any other dimension… but also better" 'better safe than sorry, never know when you might end up in a hell dimension or alternate dimension right?'

I held my breathe and waited for a miracle. After a few seconds when I almost started panicking that my only possible link to my old life might not be granted a flash appeared in the air infront of me, gradually coalescing into my old iPhone… 'that's not my phone' the previously diminishing panic now shot to unsafe levels before a new peace of paper smacked me in the face as 'my' phone fell to the ground and I ripped the paper from my face as I attempted not to hyper ventilated I read what could technically be referred to as a godly revaluation that had literally smacked me in the face

*there is no need to panic as because I couldn't grant all functions back for obvious reasons I have given recompense in a completely aesthetic alteration to your phones appearance so it wouldn't stand out as obviously otherworldy

Ps. by the way it stands for Friendly Omnipotent Being*

And now that I'd the ability to breathe proper and provide my brain with all the oxygen it needed to function properly, (and wondering what the Friendly Omnipotent Being thing was about) I could acknowledge that while the specifics of my previously silver phone.

such as the colour which was now black with two parallel yellow stripes down the centre going from top to bottom and the applelogo had been replaced with a small in black circle with |FOB| in the center of it which was located in between the two lines, 'so that's what he meant'. it held the broad strokes of my 'old world' phone.

I hurriedly crouched and carefully picked it up off of the ground where it had fallen and turned it to my face, idly noting that the annoying stipe of not screen at the top of the screen was now gone, where it automatically booted and then turned on, showing me my vaguely deep but mostly just liked quote by attic is that I used as a screen saver ~I wish to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk~

Swiping up and going straight past the login phase with its now streamlined facial recognition it showed me my Home Screen where I held down the power button and tried something that I'd never try in my home universe in a million, 'well maybe in a million', years

"Siri show home background in full screen" I held my breathe and after a moment of anticipation I was granted my wish.

There before my very eyes was a picture of me and my fraternal twin bro and me arms tossed over each-others shoulders grinning at the camera (well Chris was atleast, I was staring off to the right where I think if I remember his friends were). casually dressed in green jeans, black with whites strips adidas gazelles and a black button-up, with Chris (my bro) in black jeans, black with green tread sneakers and light blue button-up, next to me.

At that moment I said the only possible to say to a man who had just given me a chance to see me family ,even if it was in a limited way, and not have to to live on wondering if someday I'd forget their faces (and if I got really lucky with voicemails I might not forget their voices either)

Although with a sinking feeling as I opened my call app and tried my moms number all I got was a message saying that the phone I was trying to call didn't exist in my current multiverse 'guess that's the fuctuion he couldn't grant'

Upset that my play to get interversal-calling failed I was altogether satisfied with what i'd gained and set out for civilisation with a lighter step and personal hope for things to go not absolutely catastrophically wrong with the knowledge that my personal R.O.B wasn't a dick [as Leo started his journey towards the nearest… anything with people, unbeknownst to him his feet floated a few millimetres above the actual ground, almost as if he was 'walking on air']