Waylaying on the Sidelines
~It was a weird experience.
He imagined that his death would be some sort of an accident, but it wasn't.
He did not expect someone would kidnap and torture him, just because the girl he has asked to go on a date agreed to him.
Talk about some weird obsession.
There are some weird things he could handle every day, like opening the fridge for no damn reason, talking to our pets as if they were a real person or maybe screaming at inanimate objects just because they failed to serve their purpose.
Kidnapping and torturing may fall into this category of weirdness in his opinion, but for others, it would be vicious or barbaric. Like who would kidnap a guy and torture him to cancel a date? Maybe the person who's behind this could've kidnapped the girl and torture her to break up with him.
It would save him from more trouble. Well... not really cause he lost a date, but at least he's not going to die.
Well, the past is the past and his life has just ended, he should be at least be happy since the pain stopped. Suffocation isn't the best way to die since it would take seven minutes or more to kill. It's like begging for air, even though it surrounds you everywhere.
Too bad he hadn't gotten his college acceptance letter yet, he was supposed to get it this week if he assumed. Those efforts he put these past years, what a wasted effort.
The chances of being alive again are pretty low, probably never, so he was waiting for someone to appear or to say: "Welcome to hell, asshole!"
Again, it would be weird if that happened. He wasn't a religious person or a guy who believes in Gods.
But at least it would help him if someone really appeared because he cannot understand his current situation he really can't believe it!
He was laying down in a cold alleyway, breathing, conscious, his mind working and full of thoughts on what was happening around him. He was not in the room that almost made him mad in the span of three weeks, there are some bruises but not as many as before.
He was alive.
The person who must have tortured him did a pretty good job. Making him feel dead. What was the name of that guy again? Chris? Christoph? Christopher?
Well, Chris sure did a good job. So where is he? They need to talk.
Well...he's definitely not in Kansas anymore.
He always roamed the snowy city during the night like a homeless person. He didn't know why he didn't explore during the day; maybe he was socially stupid since the surrounding was new to him. He only had the yellow jacket he kept clutching because of the weather.
It was cold, and he doesn't like the feeling.
He was sitting in front of a closed bakery. Bread sounds good to eat after roaming around the city during the night for three days. Maybe the owner has a nice and compassionate heart; he can give bread to this young man.
He snorted at his own thought.
"Hey! Whatcha laughing over there?" Some guy loudly said.
His presence slightly startled him so instead of saying something reasonable to get food, he just simply shrugged.
"Well, get out of my way then!" The guy said rudely, "You're blocking the lock of my bakery!"
'Wow, rude. He could have said 'please'.'
So he stood up and walked away slowly from that rude man. 'Well, no food for me... again. Maybe I could get a job...but I don't have my papers to work here.'
He then went back at him and gathered all of his courage to beg for a job, so he said: "Sir, can I have—"
"Food?" He interrupted him immediately. "No, I don't give free stuff to people. I'm not a charitable guy."
Taken aback by his action because he isn't a freeloader (that's unfair to people), but still, he still continued "I was asking for a job..."
The guy stared at him for a minute which was uncomfortable. Then after that strange look, he carefully opened the door and signaled him to go inside.
"What can you do?"
"Um, I can clean and help if you need to. I can learn how to bake since I'm great at cooking," he replied a bit nervous. Cooking is the skill that he mastered before this madness. Give him a recipe, and he'll serve it to you exactly or even better than the original one. Sometimes eating cup noodles every day is bland;It was tiring to eat it every day, so he cooked.
Staring at him sympathetically, the man that he encountered earlier sighed and said: "Call me Jack, and I would be your new boss."
Is that a yes? This guy really has a nice, compassionate heart!
"Thanks, boss!" He thanked the man. "But don't I need papers?"
"Well, do you have one now?" Jack asked, and he shook his head. "Plus, you're like twelve years old. I doubt you can handle papers."
Twelve years old? Isn't he like twenty-one years old when he died?
"Oh... Can I use your bathroom? I need to pee." 'More like 'I need to see my appearance 'cause I'm not fucking twelve.'
"Oh, you also need to take a bath," he said looking slightly disgusted, well he has a right to feel disgusted. It's been three days, and he still hasn't washed. "I'll get you a towel and some clothes."
He was alive again.
Loss, confusion, anxiousness and sadness, those are the emotions he feels right now.
He almost screamed because age doesn't get reduced when you got reborn, right?
It would be a great time if someone up from heaven or down from hell to appear. Does he need to schedule an appointment for them just to appear?
He... looked the same as his old self, jet black hair (messy, if he added) and fair skin, but except for his eyes. Before it was chocolate brown, but now it was an electric blue color.
Did Chris force him to wear contacts? That would be ridiculous.
He stood in front of the bathroom's mirror, squinting at his own reflection and pointing at himself and said, "We're fucked. "
"Thanks for coming!" He greeted cheerfully when the customer bought the last batch of chocolate mousse. It was a nice cold afternoon. Christmas is coming, and people are packing up in Jack's bakery. The best seller of this bakery is the Black Forest cake, and Jack is baking 10 batches of it right now.
"Kid, put up the 'Close' sign immediately," Jack said loudly from the kitchen. "The oven broke and I don't want to disappoint customers when they come in."
"Why was it broken?" He asked after putting the sign in front of the glass door. He was expecting to taste at least one slice of cake. After he saw customers bought all those beautiful cakes, maybe it tasted fantastic.
"Oven doesn't heat up," he said with disappointment. "I should really replace it."
"Oh, what brand then?"
"Stark's" Jack simply answered, but he stared at him blankly.
"Make sure that the oven will not turn into a robot like in transformers." He joked, "Stark Industries are mainly weapons, right?"
"Transformers? Robot?" Jack said, confused "Like that would happen," he stared at him ridiculously, "it is a new branch of technology for them, furniture and kitchen stuff I guess. I should check it out tomorrow."
"Jack, I can fix the oven. So you don't need to buy a new one." He said to him proudly.
"You can? Like a twelve-year-old knows how to fix an oven?" Jack looked at him with disbelief.
"I'm smart." Was his only reply.
Well, at least Jack is happy because his beautiful KitchenAid oven that was a gift from her mother did not break. The oven's heat circuit was just broken, and he was qualified to fix it.
Do the Stark Industries make ovens?
The Stark Industries?
The Stark's!
Like the name from Iron Man? Tony Stark?
The richest man from a fucking movie?
Did Chris make up an entire industry just to make him mad?
He went outside to have fresh air, but it was making him more nervous instead of being relaxed.
Something was wrong and he couldn't point it out and he tried to ignore it by visiting a cafe. After contemplating whether to visit a cafe, he grabbed a hot chocolate and went home after. The Pastry Corner — is the bakery owned by Jack's mother that he inherited. Near his bakery was Owl's Cafe, which is near and has a nice view, so it was a good choice to go there since it was affordable and Jack had given him a discount coupon.
While sitting comfortably in front of the cafe's peaceful view, he saw people strolling bear the place. The outfit they are wearing looks old or maybe the people he saw are old. It was nice that people want to remember the past since these days have some weird clothing.
It was a nice-looking view.
Sipping a nice hot chocolate, he tried to read the news for today. Earlier, he bought a newspaper at the nearby store.
'Who uses the newspapers these days? I thought people use phones frequently for the news.'
He read the headlines that said: STARK INDUSTRIES NEW PHONE: RELEASED! Check pg. 4 for more details...
What?
Does Chris own a newspaper company now?
He read all the pages and he won't until he saw something that matched nothing at his time, and then he saw a piece of news that is out of place in the entertainment section of the newspaper. It was:
MICHAEL JACKSON RELEASED NEW ALBUM NAMED: THRILLER!
Okay... Michael Jackson is dead. Why would he release a new album? It's 2019 and Jackson is dead for years.
"Psshh, dead people can't make music," he muttered quietly as he put down his chocolate milk on the table "unless..."
He went back to the front page and looked at the written date.
It was November 30, 1982.
Notes for the story:
-Transformers (comic) was made during 1984 that's why Jack didn't know about it.
-Hey, if Samsung has washing machines, why not Stark's creating an oven? (besides, I think Maria would love that idea)
-KitchenAid is founded in the year of 1919
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A/N: A story that I wanted to write because of an idea that suddenly hit me hard, that I passed out. Please tell me your thought and ideas if you have one.
Oh, Please excuse my grammar and use of words, English is not my first language peeps! I might edit this later.
I don't own Avengers only my OC
Edit: March 29, 2019