Peter woke up to a white void. His mind was blank, but he could perceive the area around him with a strange sense of clarity. Rather than waking up, he would describe the sensation as a sudden awareness of his surroundings.
Where am I? What is this? I feel so heavy....
He couldn't feel his body. He couldn't feel anything for a moment. This is so trippy…
All he saw was white, not the color, but just the idea of the color white. How he knew that he wasn't sure, it was a feeling- an instinctual sense of certainty. As if this place looked 'white' because Peter knew that this place was white in color.
What is that?.
He then became aware of something moving at the edges of the blank white space, something large, carefully moving around the white space, treating the white space like a bubble surrounded by an ocean of black, and this large, shapeless thing was swimming around it, being very cautious not to pop it.
{Salutations, Host}
A plethora of ideas, concepts, and images streamed into Peter's thoughts.
It took a few moments for Peter to gather himself after his mind settled and even longer to come to terms with what he understood.
Something was greeting him, except it was so much more than a greeting. The greeting conveyed everything. It conveyed intent, reasons, explanations, images, scents, sounds, tastes, feelings, everything.
Wow....
He was in his own mind, a subconscious space where IT resided. That's why he didn't need a body to feel, nose to smell, eyes to see, or ears to hear; here he was just aware of everything around him to a near omnipotent degree. It was both terrifying and liberating to know everything about everything around him.
He was invited here to talk with it, to name it, but he would have no memory of this when he leaves here, only an innate understanding, a feeling that something was right, like it was supposed to happen this way.
It saved him and brought him back to life. They were one now. Peter didn't know what it was, and it would not tell him yet. He wasn't ready. They weren't complete yet, only halfway there. That was what he understood. IT would explain everything in time.
Hello
Peter wondered why he wasn't feeling anything right now. His reaction to something like this should have been a little more, well, more.
{Fusion Fable Phase 2 complete}
It happened again, the information poured into his thoughts. This time, Peter understood it almost instantly.
The reason he didn't feel anything was simply that right now he was conversing with something that was already a part of him, like talking to himself, in his head, only this time, both he and that voice had understood each other to the point where their emotions were in perfect harmony.
The short five-word statement conveyed everything it wanted to tell Peter.
It was not from this world, and it was one of many, all of its kind were part of a piece, a fragment of something else, something that transcended beyond anything in this universe, or multiverse.
It called his world the Marvel Universe.
It's kind would travel into unknown universes and merge with hosts, forming a link to a library of sorts that existed in a dimension above all others, where they would store everything their host experienced in real-time from whatever universe they reside in, creating an exact replica of said universe.
But over time, the fragments formed a link to each other, and through it, they would share resources, granting hosts abilities from other universes that other fragments existed in.
Now he was in possession of such abilities, and now he had a basic understanding of how to use them. He didn't know why the fragments were doing this, who made them, why it chose him, and had a thousand other questions to ask.
He didn't, though, he couldn't, because they understood each other now, words couldn't explain it, words weren't needed. In time, when they were complete, he would know, and he would remember all of this, for now, he wasn't ready yet.
Although he realized that doing so would take him maybe years or longer to reach this completed stage. He didn't mind, they understood each other, and he knew that he had all the time in the world. He kind of felt sorry for himself, knowing what he would have to deal with after waking up and forgetting about everything he learned here.
But apparently, it was necessary for the process, whatever that was, he would know later, when he was ready.
So…
For now, all he needed to do was name his fragment. That was all that was left to begin stage three. After which he would wake up with, luckily, a basic, almost instinctual knowledge and understanding of the abilities he possessed and how they worked.
However, using them and improving them was something he had to do on his own.
You need a name, then?
{Acceptance}
Once more, information streamed into him.
Alright, alright, jeez, I will never get used to that, so a name, how about....
-Chapter end-