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The plan was supposed to be simple. Since my home universe was dying because the guy holding it together died blah blah blah RIP Logan. And now because some nerd wanted to combine whatever two media he was hyper fixated on, I'm stuck in some stupid alternate timeline where I mess up! Can you believe that? Me messing up? Anyway, I did my whole thing at the TVA, said some badass one-liners, punched some asshole in the face, and messed with a complicated-looking machine. So there I went, attempting to go on a quest and find the Wolverine. And, my dear reader, can you guess where I end up? In the fucking DC universe!
I fall from the sky and land in some big ass garbage can (rude, why can't I land on a soft mattress or at least somewhere less painful?) I think I might've broken something, it doesn't take long for it to snap back into place but my feelings are still hurt. I decide to crawl out of whatever pile of filth I landed in and I try to wipe my suit off (I had just gotten it brand new thanks to the TVA being dumbasses.) I try to make sense of where I am, considering I’d never thought Marvel would try to crossover with DC I really didn’t bother to do any research. It’s not like I would either way.
I stumble on my feet as I try to walk around, I really don't know why. I’m shocked by how quiet it is, well at least in my head because I can hear five different police sirens going off and gunshots to match. Usually, I’d have those stupid boxes nagging me. I’m not fully accustomed to the silence, or well all I can get it anyway.
Jesus Christ, why was it so foggy and gloomy here? I mean I’m sure this would be right up that Moon losers' alley but to me it’s just depressing.
How am I even gonna get home? That’s where my favorite chimichanga stand is! Sigh, I guess if this is my home universe now I’ll have to find a new one.
So off I venture out of the cold, dark, rainy alleyway and onto the cold, slightly lighter, rainy sidewalk! I would ask around to find a place but that throws away the adventure aspect! If I couldn’t find any Mexican restaurants, I’d settle for some Chinese takeout. How much money do I have on me anyway, probably enough for a-
$3.01
I fished the three bills and the one penny out of my back pocket to make sure that really was all the money I had on me. I needed a way to make money and fast. I needed to eat some way! And also get a place to stay too. But mostly the chimichangas.
I ended up just going to the gas station and getting a $2.25 cup of ramen noodles. Now I only have like a few cents left so I don’t spend it all and end up eating the ramen raw with the seasoning. I start to walk back into the alley I came from, at least the garbage was somewhat comfortable, I’ll take what I’ll get, but I’d rather have a bed. Now I just need to think of a way to make money.