My Works in the Multiverse (SIAU)

A/N: As you all know, I decided to rewrite everything. So I hope those who followed my story will forgive me, and I will do my best so that this one doesn't fall into the same trap as the last one.

I hope you have a good read, and as an apology, I will be releasing 5 chapters today. Don't forget to comment and tell me what you think of the new story. See you soon.

Take any and all characters presented as those seen in the movies or series, if any. If they change, I will be presenting the respective change.

Sometimes I will still talk a little about their appearance, even if they keep the one we know from the screen, to establish the idea that they have not changed or when they changed.

End of A/N.

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I was looking at a kind of waiting room. There were semi-translucent and semi-transparent beings? Things? Souls? sitting on a long bench to my right and left. In front of me, countless other benches occupied by the same things as me.

I could make out my hands, feet, even the clothes I was wearing, even though they were now quite destroyed, when I died. Despite this, I could not distinguish the others, none of them seemed familiar to me in any way.

Among the countless rows, there were 'angels', white beings with long golden hair, holding clipboards and a pen? in their hands, while looking at each of us, and after a brief reading, and a few words, sending 'the souls' waiting somewhere. I had memories.

They were fragmented and quite damaged, but I had them. I remember working in front of my computer, when a notification rang on my cell phone. My dog, Bruce, looked curiously at the device, excited and anxious. He always did this, because he loved to hear the voices... of whom?

I don't remember, but when I read the message, I felt quite worried and helpless, because these two people were away at the moment, working. I looked at my dog ​​again, who seemed to sense my concern, and jumped on my lap, licking my worried face.

Then came the flash, the heat, the piercing pain that took over my body, and Bruce's soft cry in my lap, and then... I'm here.

I was lost in my thoughts, when I noticed that the 'angel' was standing in front of me. Beautiful was an understatement for those silver eyes, which seemed to read every little piece of my being, while his hand holding the pen ran frantically over the clipboard.

A glow came from the clipboard, and then both he and I seemed to be watching my memories together. I knew this, because it reminded me a lot of the way a pensieve from the world of Harry Potter was described in the books, it worked.

I saw from the outside, since my childhood, even though much of the environment seemed shapeless, or faded, remembering some choices that I was happy to have made, others that I deeply regretted. Then my adolescence, adulthood, my death.

The 'angel' then takes a piece of paper from the clipboard, handing it to me. Unconsciously, I take the paper, just to try to read at the top, but notice that they were only disconnected signs and strange drawings.

Looking confused at the 'angel' he/she says with a duplicated and opposite voice, a deep tone and a thin tone mixing in my ears. "That way, candidate." He/she seemed to point, but when I turn my head, I realize that I have already moved.

A white double door, with a gold sign saying 'R.O.B. ROB Administrator of Candidates and Multiversal Agents'.

Not knowing what to do, I reach out to knock on the door, but it opens before I do, making me look like an idiot, with my hand raised for nothing. Inside, 'Truth' from FMAB, wearing a golden suit with silver details, looked at me with interest.

Once again, I am sitting in a comfortable armchair, in front of 'Truth'. Trying to locate myself in the environment with these unexpected changes, I hear him speak, with his low but firm and serious voice.

"There are few who keep part or almost nothing of their past life in their minds after death. These are usually the candidates for multiversal agents, sent by us, R.O.B.s to introduce changes in certain multiverses.

Most of the time, we need active agents, who are capable of exercising countless abilities and powers, far beyond human imagination. These are often sent to these realities through systems, but that will not be your case.

Unfortunately, one of our agents caused a serious problem, infecting this simple and effective method. Anyone sent through the systems now becomes a lewd idiot, needing to stick their reproductive organ in any orifice they see.

This has caused certain anomalies in other realities, which need to adapt and not be infected by this useless and bizarre virus. To help with this, we sent agents, now with more basic choices, but still able to be extremely powerful.

The wishes, which were previously granted to a few chosen agents, have also become obscure, thanks to certain of us, R.O.B.s, allowing two or three wishes to be counted as one. Therefore, we will be using the roulette method.

The first will simply give you a physical type, which does not exclude some type of evolution, it only reduces the chances, in order to keep the strength of our agents within an acceptable scale. The second and third roulettes are bonuses, granted because we realize that, sometimes, the physical type is far below the needs of our agents.

R.O.B.s will always help their agents as much as they can, but we have to keep things balanced, so as not to cause problems such as lascivious systems and lazy greed of desires. To solve these issues, multiversal RESETs would be necessary, but with that, new problems would arise, perhaps bigger ones.

With all this explained, do you accept the job, keeping in mind that the main mission is to keep reality alive wherever it goes, and as a secondary job, to live your life, as you wish, as long as it does not interfere with the main mission?" R.O.B. looks at me full of interest.

"Could I just ask that my memories, now fragmented, be restored? Not for anything, just so I can have some advantage in these realities and have a better understanding of where I am." I ask hopefully.

He stops for a moment, looking directly into my eyes. I would be lying if I said his gaze gave me chills. It felt like he was, like in the Harry Potter books, reading my mind through my eyes.

"As I said..." he finally says, "... we will always help our agents within a balance. I can give you that, but these memories will only have knowledge about the realities in the multiverse, but none about people you knew in your past life.

This is so that your mind accepts the changes more easily, and also prevents you from being influenced by previous feelings." he explains, with me just nodding in confirmation.