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Chapter 1: [insert generic dimensional transition name here]

So there are many ways a person can end up in another universe. By a TV, some kind of website, a phone app, dying or being killed, some god or demon, some weird black tentacle box that's from a weird Minecraft fanfiction, or a worm hole, aliens, or some other myriad of ways that this event happens. Mine well it was kind of insignificant to say. As one might say I was very boring as well the cliché of dying. Dying not in some grand way of being murdered by some gang or a guy in the parking lot of a school. No it was just being sick after exposure to chemicals eventually leading to cancer. Sure being real technology oriented means handling a lot of materials but if a faulty battery explodes on you, your going to have a bad time.

Location: Flagstaff Hospital. Flagstaff, Arizona

Date: December 24, 2017

7:37 pm

beep beep beep beep beep*

The steady sound as the EKG monitored my heart rate, and blood pressure. The levels were a bit low. This was to be expected for someone slowly succumbing to cancer. Its weakening effect already taking place after so long. The patient Scott Wales was looking out his window watching the large snowflakes hit the window and eventually sliding down joining the its kind. With a long sigh Scott picked up his laptop and logged on. Today was a forgiving day for him. The doctors said his cancer has went into its first stages of receding and hopefully he would go into remission.

Navigating through his laptop he got the usual notifications from his family and friends with the usual get well email. Clicking through his saved pictures he went through his time meeting Stan Lee and Ryan Reynolds dressed up as Deadpool courtesy of the make a wish a wish foundation. Looking away from his computer screen and to his right sat a Deadpool prop mask along with a Deadpool model with near full range of motion, its base signed ' Hope you get well you avocado! ' -sincerely your favorite degenerate. And next to it was his Fan comic that portrayed Stan Lee as a crime detective solving his own past self murder and to prevent it so he can make Marvel what it is today. Of course this was signed by Stan himself ' This is going to be my favorite Excelsior! ' – Stan Lee.

The Deadpool figurine made him laugh as he picked up the mask and feeling the texture of it. Then seconds later getting out of a daze put it on. He liked the feeling as he felt it over his dome of his head, and as he took it off he saw his reflection on his computer screen as it went to sleep. His face did resemble Deadpool's to a degree. The result of getting chemical burns which later led to his cancer. Closing his laptop he slowly got up to wash his hands despite the nurses saying he should lay down and rest. But he ignored them. He liked washing his hands before a meal it made him feel normal if you would despite his current state of health. Slowly walking back and settling back in the bed he watered his tiny Christmas tree which was a actual mini pine tree that his parents requested from a bonsai vendor. Under the tree was nothing and that was fine by him as he told his family buying him gifts might be wasteful and that he shouldn't get anything this year. So they respected his wishes.

He looked to his left and picked up his cup of eggnog. Taking a sip he felt his entire left arm go limp as it fell dropping the cup and its contents spilling on the floor.

' Damn!' Scott thought. As he slowly regained movement back into his arm. Flexing it he pressed the aid button calling over a nurse at a desk somewhere out. The nurse of course got the message and called for the usual nurse that was assigned to his room.

This of course gave Scott time to think as he got back on his laptop and skyped his best friend Mike. As he waited for the call to go through the nurse came in.

" What can I help you with Scott?" she said with a smile.

"My hand went limp again" he simply said then pointed at the small puddle of eggnog.

"I'll have Bob come in to take care of it while your asleep" she said before walking back out most likely to check up on another cancer patient.

"Yo Scott you awake man its been so long since I heard from you doing ok?" mike said. Looking concerned and relieved at the same time.

"Well I've been looking better doctors say my cancer is showing signs of recession. But they can't seem to know why the nerves in certain areas go completely numb. Oh yeah how is the progress on the mini gear?" Scott said. While switching his Skype feed to his phone which was a new feature in an update. He then launched Call Of Duty: Iron Warfare which was a medieval themed game. And casually played.

"Well its going good with machining the parts and Kojima himself actually took notice of it a month ago your email said you were almost done with the AI. While we got the Manual controls down. Wait are you feeling OK?"

Scott's features were that of obvious fatigue as he went into his third match equipping his character with a Chinese repeating crossbow.

"Yeah its just the cancer nothing big" he said humorously then picked up a jug of bleach then started drinking its contents. His friend how ever lightly chuckled seeing the smug look on Scott's face.

"I still can't believe they sent you an empty jug." Mike said. Scott of course just relished the moment. " oh yeah have you watched the new Steven Universe season?"

"no I didn't have time as you can see" Scott moves his hand to emphasize his ugly face. Then berating him self for not thinking of that sooner but the pains of the cancer treatment still evident as the thought of it sent a shiver down his spine.

"huh bummer well hope you can get well soon you lapidot peasant!" Mile said before hanging up much to Scott's displeasure to retort back for his amusement.

When he closed the laptop a different nurse came in with a tray. Of course he knew it was his dinner. As he accepted the meal and thanked the nurse and took of the plastic lid revealing the contents inside which was the usual generic food you would expect from Christmas. Which consisted of ham, mash potatoes, vegetables, and a moderate amount of gravy as well as a cup of water and a mug of warm eggnog which was his favorite seasonal beverage fuck pumpkin spice.

Before digging into his meal Scott took another look outside. The weather got worst as more heavy snow began to fall hitting the window indicating a crazy blizzard is currently rolling through Arizona's cold center.

During his assault into his meal his phone started buzzing. Something that rarely happened if not at all at this hour. As he was essentially done with the feast he picked up his phone and read the message. "check outside your room door – Jim". This was um confusing. He didn't know anybody named Jim. Needlessly he got up and pulled his IV feeder with him. Going out he noticed a rather large flat box. The shape that would usually have clothing inside of it. The thing that caught his eye was the wrapping paper. It seemed very familiar yet he couldn't quite place it. The base color was white with evenly spaced doodles of poop. As he brought the box inside and settled back on the bed he opened it.

Honestly it was a jacket he had wanted for a long time. It was manufactured by Musterbrand which specialized in making videogame inspired clothing but looking at the jacket it made the message from earlier make sense. Putting the tiger stripe camo jacket on he slowly went to sleep.

2 hours later.

RING RING RING RING

Quickly but slowly getting up brought Scott quick to his senses as a loud alarm sounded off he got off the bed and went for the door frame.

"Hello anybody out there?!" he shouted. But the only thing that responded was the blaring alarm. Gaining more of his sense back he realized it was the fire alarm. Realizing the situation he did feeling the heat was higher than normal even wit the jacket on he could tell the temperature change.

Running back into his room he grabbed his backpack which had his laptop inside which had all of his future project plans on it. The information was much too valuable. Then was the models on the night stand. Deciding they were replaceable he did grab the deadpool mask stuffed it in the pack, ripped out his IV tubes started for the door.

Checking the other rooms he found they where all empty.

'Damn how long was I out?' he thought before running towards the nurses desk. Throwing papers around frantically.

"Damn Damn Damn Where the fuck is it" he said before turning around and found a few papers stapled together which had a map of the hospital. Pocketing it then quickly looked around and grabbed a fire extinguisher. He could barely lift it up due to a year and months of near to little exercise. He already knew the fire fighters were here by the faint flashing lights but something was off outside he couldn't hear sounds of them being close.

Making his way out of the recovery wing he made his way to the sky bridge that connected to the lobby several floors down.

Turning several corners passing all the doors that have been permanently open to make way for urgent care patients. After turning the corner to the sky bridge he found it a blaze.

'It's OK its ok' he thought reassuring himself. He held up the extinguisher and squeezed the handle but nothing came out. He looked at the handle and the pin was still inside. Before he could pull it out the sound of the building creaking as the skybridge fell leaving him stranded. The sound of the fire roared as it made its way towards Scott.

He threw the giant canister on the ground and ran the other way. Another large boom joined the noise as the area where Scott just was starting collapse. This made Scott run faster as much as he could to the other side of the building.

As he got to the other side his feet began to feel warm.

"Fuck it's a ground fire!" He yelled to no one but himself. He made another quick lap of every hall way before he met a giant glass window that led to a lower roof top. He set off to another patient wing to grab another fire extinguisher.

By now he was sweating. But did not dare to take off his jacket as the blizzard outside was still raging. He set to work on hitting the glass window with the canister not before emptying it of course.

10 minutes later

The power has already gone out the only light was from outside and the flames as they crept up.

Bang . . . Bang . . . . BANG . . . .. . . . . Bang. . . . .ban-crash.

As the window finally gave out cold air came in but only had most of the smoke woosh out. Effectively stinging Scott's eyes. He barley had enough time to drag his body out the window and fall on the snow covered roof.

"oof!" the air got pushed out of his lungs as he hit the roof. Getting up he kept going until he fell again but on concrete.

By now he couldn't see where he was his eyes stings too much. He kept walking as far as he could away from where he heard the flames. Eventually he heard more booms come from inside the hospital. He could barely hear as his ears started to ring.

20 minutes later

He kept walking despite the cold. Occasionally bumping into trees so cold.

20 minutes later

He could barely feel his feet now. Its getting harder to breath.

10 minutes later

Scott lost what ever energy he had left he couldn't breath. He knew he had to control his breathing as he kept part of his mouth inside the jacket so if he breathed the blood in his lungs won't crystalize shredding the sacs called alveoli so he doesn't drown in his own blood. Slumping against what he guessed was a tree he just sat there. He of course was scared of freezing to death but it was also foolish to panic and blindly walk into a forest in the middle of a blizzard. But just as importantly he also caused the death of a friend to him as well. Carefully taking out his mask he put it on. He could breath a little better now. In fact most of his body began to feel warm.

He began to feel sleepy. Huh the thought of sleep didn't sound so bad to him after what he has been through actually. After getting in a comfortable spot he laid his head back and closed his eyes. Funny something inside told him to stay awake. Pushing the thought aside he closed his eyes and wanted to dream about his favorite place the beach and the ocean… . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. . . yeah the beach that sounds perfect. The Beach.

(A/N) well how did you think was it good way to begin the story or was it too cliché I guess. I just want reviews to make the story better. And I know I have other projects to add stuff but its just school that's in the way and that's where I upload and I type all this on my phone so yeah. And ask questions feel free. And if you like it just follow or fav it.)

This is Fox signing out. ( – )