Mold.
That was the first thing that I smelled when I woke up from a weird-ass dream that I was going for a walk through Austin to this really good donut place and I was crushed by metal pipes and died in it, and it felt really real for it being just a dream.
I sat up from lying down and started to rub my eyes. Then I reached for a bottle that I keep on my nightstand, but I didn't feel it. Hell, I didn't even feel my nightstand, so I opened my eyes and saw that I am somewhere that I know very well is not my house at all.
I looked around and saw that I am in a rundown room that has mold, water damage, and a bunch of other things.
"Where the fuck am I?" I asked myself quietly, just in case I got kidnapped by some people, so I wouldn't alert them that I am awake. Then I looked for a window and I saw that the window in the room was boarded up with a few planks of wood. So I put on my glasses and got up slowly from the sleeping bag that I am in. It's a little weird that I have a sleeping bag if I got kidnapped. Anyway, I got up and looked through the boarded-up window and I saw no cars outside. I think it is just morning because it is kind of cold, and it's only cold like this in the morning here in Texas, which I am going to assume is where I am because I live here.
I looked at the planks to see which was the loosest one so I could rip it off in one good pull. The way I did it was by pulling the planks gently to feel which one was loose, and none of them were loose at all.
So I'm not even going to try to do that. I decided to see what I could use as a weapon against the kidnappers if I really was kidnapped. I saw a backpack, and I'm pretty sure it's mine because I wore it when I went on the walk in Austin.
"Wait, why am I talking about a dream that I had?" I asked myself quietly, and I decided not to really think about it until I'm sure that I wasn't kidnapped. So I went through the backpack and saw a lot of my things, like my headphones (they're Beats), clothes, some food, a pocketknife, some other things, and my phone. I tried to turn on my phone, but it didn't, so I bet it's dead. I left it in the backpack.
I grabbed the pocketknife and put it on the floor, then closed the backpack and put it on my back. I picked up the knife again and approached the door slowly. I was ready to stab anyone who was outside the door. I opened the door gently and peeked out of it, and when I didn't see anyone, I walked down the hall slowly and pressed my ear against each door that I passed, so I could know if the rooms had people in them.
After I checked the whole house to see if there were people around—and there weren't at all—I went to the kitchen and flicked the light switch to see if this place still had electricity, even though it looked run-down as hell. Turns out it does, so I took out my phone and charger, then put it to charge, because I kind of need my phone to figure out where the fuck I am, since I haven't got a clue in the world.
As my phone charged, I decided to go through my backpack properly, unlike I did earlier, when I just rushed through it to see what I could use as a weapon. Anyway, I took everything out of the backpack and put it on the cleanest spot on the counter in the kitchen. So now I'm going to go into detail on what I got: I got three pairs of clothes, the pocketknife, my Beats, two water bottles, some protein bars, my laptop (which I didn't see earlier somehow), my watch—which I put on my wrist the moment I pulled it out and it says it's 7:13 AM—a black hat, my laptop charger and Beats charger, a first aid kit, some comic books, a lighter, a flashlight, and finally, my wallet.
And my driver's license and debit card are gone. Instead, there are seven 10-dollar bills, twelve 20-dollar bills, and four 100-dollar bills. All that together is like 700 and something dollars, which is a crazy amount of cash to keep on a person, plus I do not remember having this amount on me.
Now I'm on my way up the stairs again to get that sleeping bag, because that thing was pretty damn comfortable. And once I got it, I went downstairs, and downstairs in the kitchen I started to roll the sleeping bag up like how my abuelo taught me.
After I put everything back in the backpack—except for the laptop, which I decided to put to charge because I got the chance to do that and I don't know when I'll get a chance again with me trying to figure out how to get home from wherever the fuck I am.
Once I waited a good 10 minutes just looking around the house, I turned my phone back on while it was charging because I wanted to know where the fuck I am. When my phone came on, I unlocked it, then waited for it to get all bars. Then I went on Google Maps to see where I am, and then I saw it.
Queens.
I am in Queens fucking New York. I live in Texas, and somehow I am in Queens. Now, I don't have a clue in the world how I got to New York, because I knew I was visiting Austin from Killeen to get some donuts—wait no, that's what I did in that dream.
Wait... wait, why is my memory messing with me? Because the last thing I remember is that dream, but that's not possible because I'm still alive and not crushed. Just to make sure, I decided to take off my long sleeve shirt and the tank top that I had under it, and I saw no bruises or marks from the "crushing" that had happened in that "dream." So how is this poss—
Ding
I stopped thinking and stared at my phone because I just got a text message from a random number."Please don't get weirder, please don't get weirder," I prayed multiple times as I opened the text. Then I started to read it out loud to myself.
"Hey there Jacob A. Mendoza Aponte, it seems like you finally woke up and you are charging your phone, so I wanted to be the first being to welcome you to this world. Now I bet you are wondering how in the hell you're going to get home? You are not going to your original world again, 'cause this is your new home world, so suck it up and be a pussy. Now, me being the nice entity that I am, I decided to give you 710 dollars. That should last a few weeks to a month, depending on how bad your spending skills are—but we both know they're shit, so the money's only going to last you about two weeks. Oh, and I was nice enough to drop you somewhere with a roof over your head, because some other entities would have just dropped you in an alley with nothing. And the world you are in is Marvel, so good luck."
I just looked at the text because I had no idea how to take in that message at all. Like, how do you expect me to believe this at all? Like, I believe this whole thing is some really fucked-beyond-anything prank.
Ding
I got another text that I read out loud again.
"And I really advise you to keep your phone and laptop from anyone and everyone's hands, no matter how much you trust them, because your stuff is running off the web of your original world. But you cannot talk to anyone from your original world, so imagine some being getting the knowledge of all of Marvel—but that is not my problem, that's the One Above All's issue if that happens. Plus, none of your things that I dropped you with can be hacked at all, no matter how strong their tech or abilities are."
After I read the text, I decided to look up the news in New York to see what had happened in the last 24 hours, and I froze at what I saw. It was that Spider-Man had stopped a robbery yesterday at 3:19 PM, and that the Punisher was seen last night and attacked a gang in Hell's Kitchen.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I am cooked—so damn cooked," I said as I put the phone on the counter and started to pace around the kitchen."I am in Marvel, where anything could happen, and I am not smart enough to use the info I know in my favor 'cause I suck at talking to people. I couldn't sell the info I know either 'cause I'm too dumb to know how to hide my tracks."
Ding
"What does this motherfucker want from me?!" I asked myself as I looked at my phone and walked over to it. I once again read it out loud to myself.
"And one last thing is that I have given you a little something so you could survive everything you're going to go through, so just think or say Omnia Gacha—"
"AHHH!" I yelled as I swung at a multicolored screen that appeared, and I looked at it. On the screen it said:
[Hello Jacob, this is the Omnia Gacha. This Gacha can give you anything from all forms of media that are from your original world. And when anything is said, it means anything.]
[You only get five rolls every Sunday, and it follows the timeline of your main world only.]
[You have an inventory that can only be used to hold anything that you get from the rolls of the Gacha.]
[There are four classes that are mostly used to classify the rolls better due to there being toy versions of characters that count as Items, so that's why there are classes.]
[The classes are Items, Characters, Powers, and Cards.]
[[Items]: Things of this class can be weapons, food, and other things.]
[[Characters]: This class can range to any characters from any form of media that you can either summon or assimilate. You can only assimilate 3 characters, and each one takes a different amount to assimilate.]
[[Powers]: This class is self-explanatory, so I will not explain it at all.]
[[Cards]: This class is the most unique one out of all of them due to them only being usable once. The cards can range from an Update Card to a World Travel Card.]
[This is all the info that you will need. Now, goodbye and good luck, Jacob.]
"What the fuck," I said as I stared at the screen in front of me in disbelief.
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[AN: Hello goblins, it your favorite Hispanic Daddy here and I made a new fanfic for you people so be happy.
Here is what he look like:
If you people like this please tell me]