Hello, this is my first time writing a story, I hope you enjoy it.
I don't think I'll update this very often since it's more of a way to relieve stress and my urge to write whatever comes to mind than to actually write a story.
I have the story pre-defined, but I'm not very sure how to get from point A to point B, so I'll learn as I go.
One last thing, I originally wrote this in Spanish, so if there are any spelling mistakes or writing problems unrelated to the plot, it's the translator's fault.
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A Mysterio in the MCU
Nothing, that's all I see around me, Nothingness itself. The void stretching for hectares around me is an immense darkness that I can only identify by my shape within it, a shape of barely perceptible green smoke.
I am the only thing in the nothingness.
I am everything in the nothingness.
A presence suddenly appears before me. It looks like a person in a black suit with a tie and red shoes, as far as I can see.
The person wears a red mask that covers their entire skull except for a black X on their face and white patches where their eye sockets would be.
The presence stares into space for a second and then turns to face me. It looks at me for a few moments that seemed like hours, or perhaps they were, and then approaches.
It began with barely intelligible murmurs, but after a few seconds, it seemed to find a language and spoke to me naturally, as if it were a given that I knew it.
"Hello, you're Kn23-4708A, right?" Seeing my lack of response, it continued as if I had answered.
"Well, I apologize for the delay. It turns out the angel in charge of your transport to the afterlife got sick, and they had to call me in as an emergency replacement. And to top it all off, a grasshopper escaped during its transfer, and I'm a bit busy looking for it across all these multiverses."
I couldn't quite understand much of what he was saying, but I do understand that he was supposed to take a while to get here.
"Oh, that's right. Excuse me, my summons was very sudden, and I wasn't very prepared," *cough, cough*. "My name is Ghost Night 49, but you can just call me Ghost Night. Don't call me god or anything like that; those titles are too pretentious, and those who are called that are usually killed by the angels for heresy."
"Well, you died suddenly, but what can you do? The guy driving that truck is undoubtedly having a blast running over so many people without any consequences."
I can't complain, really. I lived a fairly stable life, as far as I can remember. I didn't have any serious regrets, and I didn't commit any great sins, so my life wasn't so bad compared to others I thought I knew.
Besides, I lived a long time for the average lifespan." "You were supposed to go to limbo for a while and then go to heaven or hell, but since it took me a while to get you there and you spent the last 3.2 Tiks in this place, I think you can skip limbo."
The presence, which called itself Ghost something, began to open a blue portal that collapsed in on itself. It looked like one of those Rubik's Cubes that appeared in those science fiction shows I used to watch.
"Well, what was supposed to happen isn't going to happen anymore, so I'll propose a plan."
The presence opened a second portal, purple in color. This one appeared to be a wormhole because of the memories it contained.
"A, you go to your destiny and live out the rest of your semi-eternity in your destined place. Or, B, I'll take you to a universe near my next destination and let you reincarnate there, on the condition that you don't change things too much in that universe, and when you die again, don't mention who let you reincarnate."
"Which do you choose?"
I didn't know how to answer that question. I could go to my destiny after death, but the opportunity to feel something other than nothingness was very tempting.
On the one hand, I could have a magnificent life that not everyone could have, but on the other, I could disappear the instant I existed due to a problem at birth.
Seeing my state, the presence decided to make the decision itself and simply brought the wormhole closer to me. I was sucked in without hesitation and transported to a place I didn't recognize. It was clearly a modern city with the usual giant glass skyscrapers in the concrete jungle, but they seemed strangely different.
The night sky provided a stark contrast, as the city seemed to be the sun itself, with so many bright lights hitting me in the face. It was clearly a bustling American city, judging by the prominent English signs I could see.
I turned to look at the hole I'd been forced through and saw the presence pass by as well. Clearly, the city didn't seem to affect it as much as it affected me.
"Look," I said, "I know it was supposed to be your decision, but with how quiet you are, it was obvious you'd take at least 0.1 Tiks to answer a simple question like A or B."
"So I made the decision for you."
I couldn't be angry.I was already convinced that he certainly had a point.
"Now, this is the situation," the presence said, turning to look directly into my eyes, though in my current form, it would be more accurate to say he was looking into my soul.
"This universe lost one of its most important villains a minute ago. For you, it means a chance at life, literally."
"This universe would completely alter its original timeline after his death, so don't worry about altering it even slightly. This is already a branching path, so if you assume his identity, it will simply appear as if the villain acquired a different personality than the standard one."
I managed to understand a little of what he was saying, but I still didn't fully grasp what he was talking about.
"Now you will take his place until your death, and I will go and take his soul to its destiny. We all win."
"Just let me fix one thing."
" *Click*
After the click, I felt my appearance change from green smoke to a normal human. I could feel the air against my skin and what felt like clothing moving with the breeze.
I no longer felt the emptiness, and I liked that.
"Well, with that, you can physically pass for him, but the most important thing is still missing," the presence said as it approached me and touched my forehead.
Then I felt memories, memories of a life that wasn't mine, memories of someone I felt was me, but wasn't. Or maybe now I was? I saw my life flash before my eyes, more than 20 years happening in a blur. Names I once knew, people I once cared about, and then I remembered.
"Tony Stark," I said suddenly, without even thinking.
"Tony Stark." "Yes, he exists, and this guy was supposed to really hate him, something about stealing his hologram technology or something like that, I'm not sure with so many universes out there."
"So I'm Mysterio?" I said in a barely audible voice.
"Not exactly, I mean, you will be, but currently you're Quentin Beck, a normal guy with an above-average IQ, but nothing compared to the geniuses of this universe. You were supposed to have hated Tony Stark and wanted to destroy his company or take it over, but unlike normal, you simply decided to..."
"Jump..."
I said, interrupting the presence.
"Exactly."
"Well, that's all I can do for you to get you off to a good start in your new life. I'm not supposed to do this, but hey, I want this universe to stand out a bit from the others." Then a green smoke began to emanate from me. I felt it as a part of me, as if the smoke were me.
"This is the Enhanced Mystery Smoke. Basically, it's the same as Mystery Smoke with extra additions, like a bit of Scarecrow Serum for greater subconscious control and some extra magical qualities so that only you can create it and no one can wash your mind or read it without your consent."
I couldn't believe that I now controlled this smoke, which had once only been ideas in my head for holograms. Now it was something real, and from my memories, it was something very powerful that the presence had placed in my hands.
"Now, if this is all I can do, I recommend you start working on your revenge plan or something like that. I have to get back to my work," the presence said as it left through the wormhole.
"Oh, and one last thing, stop calling me 'the presence.' It's kind of weird." And after those last words, the hole simply closed, leaving me alone high above the city, which I now remembered as New York, and which would now be my home.