66 Million BCE,
Ugh, goddamn headache.
Marshall groaned as he woke up on his stone bed covered with some grass for cushioning. Yet another day in a humanless world. He yawned, butt-naked, and went out of his cave to take a piss down from the cliffside.
"What to eat today? Hmm… The usual, I guess. Dino meat and dino eggs."
Shaking those few phantom drops out of his dick, he turned and returned to his luxurious cave. He'd carved it with his own hands just to kill boredom. Outside, he had a whole dinosaur farm with fences and such.
He grabbed a few fresh dinosaur eggs and cracked them on a scorching hot stone to make the equivalent of an omelet. Then there was some meat, and finally, some salt he'd made from the sea. He was so used to that food that he didn't even think before eating.
It was just a habit, a way to waste time. He was bored out of his mind.
That entire day, he just rambled, sang the cursed song, and walked around his farm, smacking a few angry dinosaurs. When night came, he returned to his cave and lay down on the bed.
Tap! Tap!
In the darkness of that night, however, he heard something. A soft tap of feet nearby.
His senses of smell, taste, and vision were already at the apex of the land; he could see in the night. He sat up quickly and glanced towards the edges of his cave room.
"What the fuck is it now? Giant rat?" He tried to hear better and felt the taps were coming from right below. He leaned over his bed, looking down at the dug storage under his bed. That was where he kept the dino eggs to eat.
He lifted the cloth covering it and…
"What the… A chicken?"
"Graaa?"
Marshall stared at the little thing, as the thing stared back at him, its little lizard-like fluffy head tilting left and right. It was so small, about the size of Marshall's head, its round, big eyes curious, its tiny arms hanging, the tail still tiny.
"The hell are you doing there? Fuck, I forgot to eat one of them eggs, and you hatched? Boy, what are you?"
As if reacting to his voice, the baby T-Rex hesitantly stepped closer to the big head, making so many noises. The little creature then softly nuzzled its maw all over the big face, making a lot of noises.
"I guess what's on the menu tomorrow morning," Marshall said and ignored the little thing. He just got back flat on his bed, trying to sleep.
"Wrrrr."
But the baby T-Rex came out of the storage and jumped on top of the bed, flapping its little feet on Marshall's chest. For a very long time, the baby T-Rex stared at Marshall's face.
"What? It's a dog-eat-dog world, buddy. Ain't my problem—"
Before Marshall could finish speaking, the baby T-Rex moved further, slid down right beside Marshall's neck, and cuddled himself into a ball there, between his ear and shoulder, resting his fluffy head on Marshall's neck.
In moments, little snores came.
It was the first time in millions of years that Marshall had such a moment. For the first time since he could remember, which wasn't much, he felt the warmth of another creature that wasn't trying to kill him. Just pure, honest warmth, innocence unaware that the one's neck it slept against belonged to the world's apex predator.
"What in the jumping jackfuck am I even doing?" he murmured without realising, and pulled the quilt over himself, a little extra on the baby T-Rex. "Alright, if I don't get to die, you don't either. Stuck with me forever, you bitey little shit. Hmm… Let's call you… Rex? Eat my entire ass. Leo? That's a golden retriever, not a murder lizard. Marty, yeah, Marty, pretty human..."
For the first time in millions of years, Marshall didn't sleep alone that night.
Somewhere deep down, warmed up, happy, he closed his eyes with a big smile.
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All those adventures, he still remembered them.
All the joys he shared with Marty, he remembered them.
The first time Marty tried to bite him, and got his ass whooped. The first time Marty went on a solo hunt and got his ass kicked and came back crying, only for Marshall to wipe out the entire forest of every living thing in anger.
Without Marty, there was no Marshall. The big T-Rex was the anchor that kept a hint of humanity behind the cloud of insanity that coated his mind.
And now, that anchor was gone.
"Since you died, I'm dying too."
Marshall's lips whispered softly, calm on his face but chaos in his mind. He stared at the gigantic entity pulling him through a tunnel-like space where they crossed the cosmos at a speed faster than he could perceive.
"Do not stray into folly, human. Your past and your present lie open before me."
"And you? Hah! Like I give a fuck anymore!"
Marshall unleashed something he'd never done before. Whatever that creature from that book was, it was immeasurably powerful, with the ability to grow even more. Marshall let go of all control and let his entire body turn into that sun-sized tentacle creature.
His gigantic tendrils quickly wrapped around the Aspirant, like a python twisting around its prey, only Marshall was the same size or a size larger than the Aspirant's body. His tendrils wrapped around the Celestial Destructor's arms, legs, and finally its head. Marshall personally didn't know where his head was. He reckoned there wasn't any; he wasn't an octopus but a cosmic horror.
"Not enough to stop me," declared the Aspirant.
"I know." Marshall's unrecognizable voice responded.
The next moment, Marshall's entire body got covered in phoenix flames. He didn't know if he had that much in him, but he was running on pure hatred at that moment. He knew he couldn't defeat this creature, but defeating it wasn't his purpose.
Then came Odin's thunder, covering the fire. Then came Marshall's demonic, world-shattering roars that used Black Bolt's scream. Combined, they weren't enough to defeat the Aspirant.
But it was enough to halt the creature from flying through that portal-like tunnel. They appeared somewhere in space, near a strange red and green planet with a few dozen moons around it. The Aspirant tried to use his arms and hands to claw off Marshall's tendrils.
And with ease, the Aspirant ripped Marshall apart. But such was that strange, horrifying body, Marshall instantly grew more tentacles and covered the gigantic creature once more.
That was the plan. Not to fight but to force the Aspirant to use its powers. The plan was to simply die.
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White House,
"Anything? Anything at all? That thing in the sky looked larger than the whole planet," President Arthur Morgan shouted, not in anger but confused fear. "Old man, you don't know anything?"
Chester Phillips sighed, being the Secretary of War and heading the SSR was hard. "We know what the Dinosians said. It was a primordial being that's older than the universe. Said the being is pretty much your wildest imagination of a god, and worse by ten times. The First Man went to fight it and vanished."
"First Man vanished?!" Arthur Morgan nearly flipped his table. He'd have if the damn thing wasn't so heavy. "The God of Earth's gone?"
"To battle, yes."
"What about Hitler then?"
"..."
Chester frowned, pondering in what sense the President saw Hitler as more dangerous than a sun-sized god. "Schmidt is dead. Captain Rogers and Captain Carter are at the front lines, but… I believe the days of war are numbered. The First Man's son is being asked by Dinosia to go all out and end this whole damned mess."
To that, the President took his seat again, taking calming breaths.
"All out… at last. That's what we need."
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