Arrival
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Deep within the void, beyond the edge of the universe, something enters in a small crack into the craves of reality itself, it exited a fist-sized vertical slit in the boundary that separated this dimension and the infinite others that lay beyond the void, the slit closing behind it as the universe attempted to fix the anomaly and the intrusion into its domain.
But the universe was a little too late.
It was a small translucent orb, almost the size of an eyeball that warped the space around it with its presence alone.
It knew what it was and its purpose but it didn't have long if it didn't find an anchor soon this reality would correct itself and reject its presence, it would not die, it could not die, something like it transcended the very concept of death itself, that was its nature, but without an anchor, a foothold in this dimension, it was powerless to fight against the forces that called this multi-verse home.
It needed a host, one that met a specific set of conditions that would allow its continued existence in this dimension. Its countless brethren have already found suitable anchors in other realities and as a fragment of ##$%#( #(& it was its duty to do the same.
It needed to find someone or something insignificant here, someone who didn't matter in this universe, whose death and survival matter little in the long run in this particular universe yet fundamentally linked to this multi-verse.
Someone it could alter slowly but whose existence would be too important to end when finally noticed by the many higher beings who govern this world.
It let its instincts take over, this would drive its senses for now, it was weak, and the God of this multi-verse was too powerful for it to face without an anchor.
Even so, this God would not harm it but only kick it out into another multi-verse (which would be an embarrassment like no other among its kind, something it would have to deal with for a hundred universal cycles).
Even if this god finds a way to end it here its death would have fatal repercussions, such as the waking and gaining of the ire of its creator. Those two were monstrous beings who existed on a scale of their own and should they ever meet entire dimensions would end with their presence alone.
It dreamed of reaching such a level before returning to its origin, it was its primary goal as a fragmented part of its creator, oh the stories and experience it would bring, all it needed was time.
Seeping seamlessly like a tiny particle of sand into the vast universe it felt a pull, a tug on its instincts.
The scent of a tethered soul.
One tied by fate yet had the power to write its own story.
Bound by the weight of destiny yet not held down by it the same way others were.
A soul intertwined with this world, with the fabric of every reality, every timeline, this was crucial to this universe and was unlike any other before yet this variant was merely a pawn, an extra so to speak, it was unlike anything it had ever come in contact with before.
It was the perfect vessel, the perfect host.
At last, a tethered soul, tethered yet insignificant in this fable, it was strong, it resonated like no other within this multi-verse, one worthy of countless fables, and the soul was fading fast, too fast.
But that did not matter, death was just a state of being to the entity, like sleeping, it would take the soul back from death's embrace. it would deal with the repercussions of its action after it merged with its anchor.
Besides what's one inconsequential soul in the vast multi-verse?
With its goal now clear it shot through the universe following the tug on its senses reaching speeds beyond that of light.
It found its partner, and now all that was left was reaching him without alerting this world's God's loyal guard dog that was The Living Tribunal.
…..
-Peter in some random ally-
She left him.
Beaten.
Broken.
Bleeding.
Dying.
He was dying.
His mind was in shambles, blank, confused, tired, too tired to notice he was still speaking. Quietly muttering to himself, each time the tone fading lower and lower into silent whispering pleas.
"Pleashh shtop it, it'sh not ee, it's not ee, shtop it"
"It ish not me, Shtop it pleashe"
" Thish ishn't me, shtop it"
" It hurts stop it please, it hurts, it's not me"
Each one got lower until he no longer had the energy to even move his mouth. All that came out was his voice, gurgled gibberish that made little sense.
"Ahhhhh...Ahhhaa...aeehhhh"
His body was a twisted mass of flesh, bone, and muscle with his face swollen, cheeks torn and teeth missing, with cuts, bruises, and black patches, unrecognizable in the darkness.
Half of him was still a twisted amalgamation of reptilian skin and human flesh, with his tail torn to the base of his back as he lay there with his bare back towards the sky.
His human arm was broken, the shoulder dislocated, while the other one, gree, green covered in reptilian scales ending with a large claw, was much worse, broken in three places, with his radius visible below the base of his elbow, the fingers; two missing and two facing the wrong direction.
The rest of his body was in a worse state, Peter could hardly feel his left leg, and given the height he fell from while fighting Spider-Woman, he was sure his insides were all sorts of messed up.
Who knew someone so small could pack that much of a punch?
She practically ripped his reptilian arm off in that last hit, even in that mindless feral state he could feel it, no suffice to say it was worse because of that.
After the battle went on he slowly regained his mind, but by then she was already too out of it to care about what he had to say.
He probably deserved it, he could vaguely remember some of his actions in his feral state, like he was in the back seat of his own mind, driven by primal instinct and an all-consuming hunger he'd never felt before, a side effect of the serum he realized too late.
One memory that stood out was the pain-stricken face of one Cpt. Stacey as he held his bleeding chest.
'What did I do, it wasn't me, SO HUNGRY, I told them to leave, to run, WHY DIDN'T THEY RUN, I told them, I TOLD THEM to run, it wasn't me, this isn't me it's not my fault, it's not my fault, this isn't me, SO HUNGRY, it's not me.' His thoughts repeated in a loop like a broken record.
Peter told them to run, he begged them to stop shooting and leave him alone, despite having no physical control of his body he still felt the pain inflicted on it as he was stripped of the ability to control his body the pain was all his conscious mind could focus on, whether he wanted to or not.
He was a prisoner in his mind.
But that hardly matters now, he was going to die here. Alone in an alley, some aspiring hero he turned out to be.
Slowly with whatever, conscious part of his mind remained started to rationalize his situation.
That serum was a bad idea.
At least no one would know it was him and Aunt May and Uncle Ben would find him here, in human form, and assume he fell from the top of the building.
Maybe even lean into the idea that he un-alive himself. That would be better than a teenage supervillain responsible for countless deaths.
Gods he didn't want to know what would happen to them if they found out he was the Lizard.
'Wait...'
She saw him.
She saw his face.
She knew who he was, Spider-woman saw his face when she came down and picked him up by his torn shirt to finish the job.
She might tell them.
She might tell them all...
'Why?!...'
'Why did she stop? Why am I alive? Why...'
'why didn't she just finish the job?'
What was the point of coming this far only to leave him here like this and run?
'This is cruel'
Here he was, writhing in a crater she made after beating him to near death, left alone to die in some random back ally far from everyone and everything.
Why couldn't anyone understand, all he wanted to do was be a HERO.
'LIKE HER, LIKE SPIDER-WOMAN. LIKE A HERO'
'why did it turn out like this?'
He started to slowly sob in pain.
"aaahhhhh...ahahhhh...ahhh"
A low, quiet, and pitiful wave of desperate wails filled the ally, he didn't have the energy anymore.
He was just so tired.
Everything hurt too much.
He just wanted it to end, wanted the pain to stop.
Just hopping, practically prying for everything to end. He didn't feel it before, he was numb due to shock, but as time went on it started to come back...the pain...Getting stronger, more pronounced, and worse with each passing second.
His body's regeneration only made things terrible. The sickening cracks of his bones moving back into position excruciatingly slow, the shifting and melding of his flesh.
It wouldn't work thought, he was too weak, and his stamina was spent.
' I'm going to die here, aren't I?' He questioned himself, his eyes closing as he considered his fate, he knew the effects of his serum were wearing thin, he made it after all.
He let out a final sigh.
"Uncle ...Ben...Aunt... May...I'm sho shorry..."
'Please God I Don't Wanna Die' Peter's thoughts faded.
He drifted off into unconsciousness, embracing the numbing darkness for one final time.
He passed on as the effects of the serum faded restoring into a messed up lump of broken bones and muscles...
High above Peter, something broke into the stratosphere. Shooting across the sky, causing spacial distortions in its wake until finally shifting in place as it locked on its target.
The instant it did it made a beeline straight into Peter's broken, dying body.
Beings of alien origin, Gods, and cosmic entities that operated on scales that left the universe in the literal palm of their hands, even in this universe they were unknown and incomprehensible, they began to converse within Peter's subconscious mind.
?: {-Link to host established}
?: {Conditions Met_True}
?: {Absolute Bond Established}
?: {Accessing fragment protocal_sequence ##^$**#%}
?: {Link to Admin Granted}
Admin:[Quiry]
?: [-Host Self Preservation Protocol _True_Confirm_]
Admin:[-True-]
?: [-Temporary access to Acausality (Type #) Granted to Host_Remaining Temp_0_Condition for reactivation unspecified by Admin-]
?: [-Temporary access to Immortality ( Type #) Granted to Host_Remaining Temp_0_Condition for reactivation unspecified by Admin-]
?: [-Activation of self-preservation sequence ##^$**#% Granted-]
?: [-Temporary access to Plot Manipulation_Remaining Temp_0_Condition for reactivation
unspecified by Admin]
?:[-Plot Manipulation activated-]
Then it changed as if time itself had a reset or someone hit the rewind button on reality.
Peter's breath could be heard...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Slow and steady, his chest rose and fell back down, dancing to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
Peter Parker was alive, his serum's regenerative properties healed him in time while he was unconscious, and made his way back to his room in the dark of night, unseen by anyone.
?: [-Caution- Host Self-Preservation protocol detected-]
?: [-Initiating protocol #$& *#$^-]
Admin:[Access Granted}
?: [-Observer Identified:
Species: abstract Entity;
Title: Death;
Intent: Curiosity;
State: Surprised-]
?: [-Observer Identified:
Species: Cosmic Entity;
Title: T.O.A.A;
Intent: Unknown; State: Amused-]
?: [-Observer Identified:
Species: Cosmic Entity;
Name: The Living Tribunal;
Intent: Hostile;
State: Calm-]
T.O.A.A: "So I was too late it seems, but given your nature that is to be expected"
?: [-True-]
T.O.A.A: "You are the tricky little one aren't you?"
?: [-Query-]
T.O.A.A: "Ho you are quite young too, I guess it's my loss this time, I'll have to chat with that big old whale later then, but for now your elder will do"
?: [-Query-]
T.O.A.A: "Ho nothing little one, worry not, a little unpredictability is welcomed every once in a while, knowing everything can get old you know, makes life rather dull, very well let us see where you take this story, little whale child"
A snap of a finger resounded...
Admin: [Confirm]
Admin: [All temporary access revoked_reactivation unspasified_minor protocols sealed]
Admin: [Accord_Set]
T.O.A.A: "Well then, a deal is a deal, surprise me, now you can stay here undeterred and travel this universe undeterred, none of the big guys will see you well almost none, don't do anything too crazy though, they will notice that, there is a limit to how much I can interfere without changing things too much, don't want anyone messing up with canon continuity anymore now do we"
?: [-Query-}
?: [reinitiating protocal #$& *#$^]
?: [-Observer Identified:
Species: Abstract Cosmic Entity;
Title: T.O.A.A;
Intent: Unknown;
State: Content-]
?: [-Observer Identified:
Species: Cosmic Entity;
Name: The Living Tribunal;
Intent: Neutral;
State: Annoyed-]
?: [-Observer Identified:
Species: Abstract Entity;
Title: Death;
Intent: Extreme Curiosity;
State: Extreme Interest-]
Admin: [Link Denied]
?: [-Host Preserved_Insisiating Host- Fragment Fusion_Intergration compatibility_100%_Host-Fable-Tetheared_Class: Protagonist Tire: Z]
?:
[Host Detail
Name: Peter Benjamin Parker;
Species: Human;
Verse: Marvel;
Universe: Unspecified(Admin Accord Restriction);
Variant: Unspecified(Admin Accord Restriction);
Fusion_Complete
Integration_40%
Fusion Protocol-Fable Initiated
Verifying Power Slot Compatibility
Slot Compatibility 4; Slot 6-? sealed
Multi-fandom Power Package Uplink Generated
Link Forged
Slot One:
Fragment Variant: Quarth
Host: Rie Hikigaya
Fable: On-going
Fandom: Anime/Manga
World: OPM Verse
Universe: Unspecified
Ability Granted to host: Incarnation of Garou (partial sealed-Condition for Activation not met)
-Host has an innate supernatural talent able to almost instantly learn hand-to-hand and martial art fighting styles he witnessed before and can instinctively utilize Garous's fighting prowess that is limited to his physical capabilities
-His instincts are refined the more he exerts himself through combat experience and his physical body will continue to evolve the more damage he takes in a fight with his Upper limit being a continental class.
-Garou's personality traits will slowly influence and merge with the host and may over -right the host in moments of extreme physical stress or when he feels intense fear against an unbeatable foe
Slot Two:
Fragment Variant: Quarth
Host: Rie Hikigaya
Fable: On-going
Fandom: Anime/Manga
World: OPM Verse
Universe: Unspecified
Ability Granted to host: Will of Saitama (Partial Sealed-Condition for activation not met)
Condition- Completion of Saitama's Training regiment
-Host is now compelled to Saitama's Training regimen for complete activation for a specified number of years
-The stronger the host gets the more he loses touch with his humanity
-Perfect Strength adjustment allows the host to adjust his growing strength to one of his opponents
-Dampened emotions
Condition met: have slots filled by variants from the same world
Bonus Slot active
Side effect gained: The Cruelty of Mercy
Due to the nature of Garou, Satama, and the host, the host Peter Parker is now incapable of harming any individual he deems innocent and is unable to kill human opponents though in this way he can brutally beat them to the point of death ensuring their survival, however anything he doesn't consider human he can kill
Slot 3
Fragment Variant: Darth23423*
Host: Jerry Gorden
Fable: On-going
Fandom: Anime/Manga
World: Ajin; Demi-Human
Universe: Unspecified
Ability Granted to host: Ajin(Dormant)
Activation condition-User must experience physical death-Grants the host immortality through death
-Once resurrected host will have the ability to summon his own Ajin a shadow-like entity that bears an aspect of Death
-The entity may seek to protect the host in its way because it acts out the host's subconscious desire.
Slot 4
Fragment Variant: Canibulblue
Host: Azura Malakith
Fable: Complete
Fandom: Anime/Manga
World: Tokyo Ghoul
Universe: Unspecified
Ability Granted to host: Kagune-Altered(Dormant)
Activation condition - User must consume human blood that's not his own
-Host is still a human but possesses a Kagune Rinkaku at the base of his spine and once activated will actively seek to consume blood instead of human flesh
Fable Fusion Protocol- Phase 1 Complete
]
?: [-Satisfaction-]
When morning came the following day.
Peter woke up to a familiar ceiling, it was his room.
-Chapter End-