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A day in a life of a Sorcerer Supreme was always dangerous.

Every day, there is another case of dimensional rifts and abnormalities, mystical beings and other whatnots come popping up causing unexplained phenomena over the physic façade of the Earth. But, with the help of my teleportation magic, I come charging in stopping whatever abnormality there is wreaking havoc on my world. Quite frankly, as seems as though I never die when I know I might.

I'm Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, former neurosurgeon and now the Earth's Sorcerer Supreme. I was once a brilliant but egotistical surgeon but I had an accident that ruined my hands but I found the Ancient One and he taught me a new way of living out of selfishness and closed doors, and most of all, he taught me sorcery. I live in the Sanctum Santorum in Greenwich Village in New York with my friend and valet, Wong—yes, just Wong, like Aristotle and Beyoncé. Also, I've been through many battles across different dimensions, different foes and I've met a lot of people on the way who supports me and watches out for me—basically, friends.

"Today seems odd"

Speaking of people who support me along the way, I looked up to see Wong delivering the book I had asked him to get from the library. He approached the couch and rested the book on the pile of papers I was reading on the coffee table. Wong's face was furrowed and his eyes were narrowed suspiciously. Immediately, I assumed something was going on and it was bad.

"Odd is such a broad term, ol' pal" I commented, "To me, each passing day is much odd than the last"

"No, something's wrong, Stephen" he replied.

"Are there any rifts again? Any monsters come through?" I asked.

"No" he answered, which was indeed odd.

"What do you mean 'no'?" I asked, my brow raising.

"Usually, right now we'd get readings of abnormality but it's already past noon and we haven't got any readings" Wong answered.

"Hm.. that definitely seems odd." I answered, "But, truth be told, I'm glad to have a rest for once"

Wong nodded, understanding my situation. You see, every day always had me fighting mystical beings or dimensional criminals that escaped through a rift or something and somehow, I only sleep a maximum of four hours per night but my body got used to it. I definitely am surprised that I have nothing to stop or nothing to fix between dimensions but I tend not to ask any more questions or wonder furthermore, the best I can do is be thankful that at least I get an afternoon's rest.

I stood up from my chair and arranged my things. Once I got them tidied up, I moved out of the living room and my cloak wrapped around me like a scarf, seemingly knowing what I intend to do. With the flicker of my hand, I found myself in a different clothing (well, rather than getting petty looks from the folks here about my mode of fashion) and I headed out to the door.

"Stephen, where are you going?" Wong asked.

"I'm just going out" I answered, "I entrust things to you while I'm gone. Call me if something came up"

With that, I headed out the door and began walking through the streets. I plan on not using my magic for the afternoon so I didn't open my third eye to see mystical beings and bacteria feasting on unaware humans. I went out of Greenwich Village and found myself on the bustling city and that, I felt relaxed and at home.

During my neurosurgeon days, I would stop by a local cafe and would get my usual coffee and French toast before going to work. I realized I haven't been around for quite some time and I thought it would be nice to pay a visit and order my usual again. Once I turned up another corner, I saw the cafe, the same as ever, and went in. I looked to see many people lined up but it's fine, I'm not much in a hurry.

When it came my turn, the cashier lady widened her eyes and recognized me as I recognized her, "Stephen Strange!" she called with a smile, "It's been a while, ain'it?"

I smiled slyly and nodded at her, "How do you do, Sally?" I asked.

"Well, same as always" she answered, "Always bustling but incomplete without you, Strange"

"If it isn't the doctor" I heard Kevin called from the kitchen.

"Great to see you too, Kevin" I nodded to him.

"So doc, would you like your usual?" she asked.

"Sure"

Once I paid, I went to one of the tables outside to soak up the view. It never changed actually, it was the same as the last time I saw it but it's been a while since I got a view like this so might as well, soak it up again when I'm this free for the afternoon. When Sally gave me my order, I immediately drank the coffee, missing its aromatic taste and I felt awake. The toast can be saved for later, right now, what I need was a nice cup of coffee.

But then, I remember my different stomach condition and once I swallowed the coffee, my eyes widened and I felt like throwing up. I immediately put the cup down and held my mouth, my stomach churning like crazy and my throat feeling a bit parched even though I just drank.

"Tastes like ash" I muttered.

The past few weeks have been busy for me, going to and fro from multiple dimensions. Sending back mystical beings from other dimensions is hard—you're either betting your life or other people. Most times, I'd come home injured but with Wong's help, I manage to recover back to my old strength. Sometimes, oddly enough, the missions would be easy since it would just a case of a runaway but reckless renegades were often on my log book which was tiring but I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy sending those bastards back to where they came from with my magic.

It's strange y'know, when a man of scientific principles, built up and raised learning logic and reasoning can be changed and turned to magic, belief and sorcery. I've been into the world of sorcery for quite some time now and I feel as though I'm—

"Hi!"

I looked up and saw a familiar face with cerulean eyes and blonde hair with pink highlights. She was wearing normal outgoing clothes and carried her usual shark backpack, "My one o'clock, right?" I asked, a small chuckle coming after.

"It's Gwen and yes, your one o'clock" she answered.

Speaking of which, this girl right here—

"… is the Unbelievable Gwenpool!" she exclaimed.

I rose a brow, clearly confused by her sudden outburst of her name. She just bubbly replied to me with a hearty laugh and pointed at me, "I was just reading your monologue and it felt right to introduce myself to y'all readers out there" she explained.

"My monologue?" I asked.

"Yeah, your thoughts and other narratives going about your head" she explained.

"Okay…" I replied awkwardly.

I had an appointment with this girl once. She came in —or rather I came to her— with a very peculiar background. It's beyond anything I've ever seen. She comes from a world too far away from here, and oddly enough, it wasn't a dimension, it was what she quotes "the real world" where all of us here are comic book characters. It was a funny inquiry but fascinating as well. She asked me to transfer all her background and other accounts to this world so she can open a bank account and other licenses and also asked me to bring back her friend who was killed by M.O.D.O.K. or so she had explained and, weirdly enough that she kept his skull.

"Looking back to Issue #3 are we?" Gwen giggled, "That was totally kick-ass, Doc! I can't believe I have met you and I couldn't even say a damn thing!"

I looked at her with a confused face but she didn't seem to notice and kept on rambling about events in which I was unaware of. From this point of view, I'd say she is what most people today call a "fan-girl"—such term was all new and different to me and I, for one, had never met a fan girl until seeing Gwen getting worked up by this "Issue #3" she speaks of which I do not understand one bit

I noticed Gwen stop and turned to me with amused look on her face, "I guess you haven't even read a comic once in your life" she commented.

"W-wait—"

"Yeah, I read all that"

"Fuck"

Gwen took her time to explain briefly about comics and she did mentioned this comic book company (was I right?) named Marvel where I am owned and where my story is written and drawn. I looked at my watch it was 20 minutes past two o'clock and realized we've been here for almost an hour talking about comics.

I never thought at all in my life that I was just a man of fiction or a dream created to reality. It was the many wonders of this multiverse even though I don't know if this "real world" was one of the multiverses. I wonder though if the Ancient One knew about this "real world" too. And the fascinating thing was, as I've seen, we leave a strikingly intimidating and wondrous trail of our lives there through films and comics and novels—

"Yeah, they were awesome" Gwen commented, taking a sip of my coffee—wait, my coffee!

"Hey, that's my coffee!" I scolded.

"Who cares?"

"I care!"

"Can I have the toast instead?" Gwen asked.

"Fine" I sighed.

Gwen chirped in joy and quickly grabbed my toast. Honestly, it's a good thing she claimed the toast, because I'm betting that if I ate that, I'll just regret it and throw up. As I watched Gwen eat the toast, I felt envy that she could still eat normally like a normal person while me, I have to settle with crap and other fucking stuff that tastes like shit. As she finished, Gwen looked at me with a sympathetic smile, "I know how much you miss pizza" she said.

I burst out chuckling and took a sip of the coffee. I was already used to it and the gagging sensation didn't bother me anymore, "Tastes like cancer" I groaned, shaking my head.

As I put the cup down, I rested my back on the chair and supported my head on my fist, "So, if you could read monologues, what do you think this is?"

"Obviously, it is a fanfic" she replied.

"A fanfic?" I asked, confused by the unknown term

"Yeah, a fanfic or fan fiction is where people make stories out of existing stories" Gwen explained.

I nodded, understanding what she said. It was another term added into my overwritten dictionary but nonetheless, though useless in my part, I'll remember it—

"How y'all unbelievers out there reading this?! It's the fabulous Gwenpool here talking to the famous and lovable Doc"

"You idiot! You're hauling too much attention!" I yelled at her, trying to stop her from making an audience look weirdly at the poor girl.

"Hey, I ain't poor, Doc" she growled.

Crap, I forgot she could read monologues—

"Yeah, better be careful, Doc"

I shook my head and took another sip of my coffee. She took a sit across me and settled her things. When I brought my cup back to the table, I faced her and crossed my arms, "So what are you doing here?"

"Nothing, it was my day off" she replied, "I've been working nonstop as a mercenary and I've thought of taking a small break for a little while. What about you, Doc? No mystical beasts coming through this dimension?"

"Yeah, no... which was weird" I replied.

"Being a Sorcerer Supreme must be tough, I saw how hard it is for you in the comics" Gwen said.

I furrowed my brows and then my mind suddenly reminded me that she's from the real world and that I was a comic book character. I smiled at her and scratched my nape, "I guess it seems so" I replied.

I brought down my hand and cleared my throat, attaining her attention. Gwen raised a brow and waited for me to speak, "So if indeed you are from the real world and we are comic book characters, what do you know about me?" I asked with a serious tone.

Gwen took a moment to regain her thoughts together and took a deep breath before she began to speak, "Well, you had a sister named Donna but she died of drowning and a brother named Victor who also died but accidentally revived as a vampire"

HOW THE FUCK?!

That's an on point description of my family and no one should know about that but she does!

Wait!

Right, people from the real world made my story.

My eyes rose to panic as she told briefly about my family's history. My thoughts began to wander of my sister Donna whom (I never admitted this much but here goes) I loved so much and then, shifted to my brother Victor who I also cared for deeply. I suddenly wandered to the thought that I miss my family and would want to see them again someday but I'd leave my fate to the ancients.

I heard snapping on my ear and I perked my head up, seeing Gwen looking concerned for me. I guess she read my thoughts again about my family and she stopped talking. I flashed an apologetic smile and patted her shoulder, "I'm sorry I dozed off" I apologized.

"No need, Doc" Gwen answered, "No actually, I should be sorry since I recalled you about your family"

"No.. I mean, thanks to you I finally had time to remember them" I insisted, "Continue"

Gwen rested her back on the chair with a sly smiled and continued, "Where was I? Oh, so you became a brilliant doctor and then, also cold, narcissistic, selfish —"

"Okay, okay... skip that, please" I intervened, not wanting to hear those words about me again.

"Oh sorry" she apologized again, "You had an accident that broke your hands and you tried to find every possible way to restore them until you've exhausted your fortune. But, you overheard about the Ancient One and travelled East to find Kamar-Taj. The Ancient One refuses you at first but accepted you when you had change of heart and taught you sorcery"

Very thorough and precise, I'd say she was a fan of my story. I listened to her story of me intently and nearly choked when she mentioned Clea. She went on with the Defenders and then the Illuminati and finally, Shuma-Gorath when I was forced to slay the Ancient One and the title of Sorcerer Supreme passed on to me.

"Then Urthona challenged you and you were forced to destroy the relics and magic artefacts. Then crap happened and you were taught black magic by Kaluu and merged with a demon"

Yeah, definitely were the end times..

"But you were saved and yada happened and you married Clea" she continued.

Oof, my heart.

"The awesome Midnight Sons and the War of the Seven Spheres happened, where you lost much of your power—y'know, I don't want to explain since it's too much and probably a whole afternoon is not enough to explain—then, that time you chose to save the Midnight Sons than Wong's fiancée—"

Again with my heart.

"But eventually regained him back when you two fought against Salome"

Good times.

"Then, the Superhuman Registration Act came about and you declined on signing it then a war we entitled Civil War occurred"

Bad times…

"Then, that time you and the Illuminati banished Hulk into space and he returned again and crushed your hands—"

Dammit, not that memory again. I told you that a day in a life of Sorcerer Supreme was always dangerous.

"Then you acquired these awesome black powers but you didn't have control—"

"Okay, okay, that's enough"

Gwen shuts her mouth and kept her eyes fixated on the table. She must've remembered I had certain traumas with the events and felt shame. Gwen scooted closer to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry again— I just lost control, should've known, Doc. I'm sorry"

I smiled, "It's alright, dear. I actually quite enjoy the little recollection" I said, "But, these things are ought to be left be.."

Gwen smiled, "I mean, you're cool on every side"

I laughed, "Been a while since I heard the term—at least, at me"

"I mean, you went up against Nightmare, Dormammu, Mordo and the Tribunals, and the Undying Ones, also whatever it was you faced in the 5000 year war—the Trinity of Ashes, if I'm right.. not to mention, in the film, there was also Kaecilius" Gwen rambled again.

Some of which I don't know—particularly, Kaecilius.

"That was one of the film's antagonists.. along with Dormammu" Gwen explained.

"What about Mordo?"

"He was an ally until you both learned about the Ancient One's source of immortality"

I widened my eyes. Ally? HE WAS AN ALLY? MORDO WAS AN ALLY?

"Yep, he was an ally... and he is African-American"

Okay, what?

"And the Ancient One's a girl"

"What?!"

Now I am very confused.

Gwen laughed at me and her expression seemed to be more jumpy and chirpy than ever. My brows were furrowed and my mouth agape, I was totally confused of the sudden revelation she told me about the real world's portrayal.

"Let me take this time to explain the real world" Gwen smirked.

So.. how was it?

Mentions of Benedict and the other actors will be for the next chapters. I just took this time to introduce the short story and Doctor Strange from the comics. Actually, I didn't put his entire storyline, I just wrote down what I remembered.

Imagine how Strange would react to the real world and MCU.

Till next time bruh!