06-13-2015, 11:36 AM
“Careful, little mouse.”
Mickey lurched forward, his head spinning. An infinity of bright cerulean-colored light stretched out before him. Where the heck was he?
Big, hulking green arms wrapped around him, lifting him off the ground as dizziness began to overwhelm him. Thrall?
The hands that held him soon lowered him onto a rather hard seat, and once he had a minute to focus, Mickey could see that the orc chieftain had placed him on his shoulder. He clutched his stomach with one of his gloved hands. Something about this place made him just the slightest bit queasy.
He blinked a few times, trying to straighten up his blurred vision. The lack of clarity reminded him all too much of the concussions he’d suffered in Dante’s Abyss.
“Alright, pal,” Mickey sputtered, “where the heckskies did we skate off to?”
“This,” Thrall began, “is the Astral Realm. Right now, this section remains a blank slate—filled with nothing until you or I impose our will on it. To put it simply, I have brought us into our own little universe… the world of dreams.”
Maybe it had something to do with the encroaching headache, but Mickey had a little bit of trouble comprehending Thrall’s explanation.
Heck, to be honest, all of this stuff confused the molasses out of him. This Omniverse had presented so many things to him that he didn’t understand—and it had only been a week! First, he had no idea how or why he had come to this place, and no clue how to get back. Second, he had just been able to shoot off a big yellow energy beam like it was nothing, with absolutely no explanation. Third, he somehow had managed to snag some earrings that could literally fuse his body, mind, and soul with someone else’s. And now this big green guy had brought him into the dream world?
It was a lot for the little mouse to handle.
Mickey still felt woozy. “…why are you showing me this?”
Thrall contemplated that question for a moment, his eyes focusing on the great blue expanse that rolled out before their eyes. “Little mouse, did you see how the humans looked at you in the streets of Camelot?”
The mouse thought back to the hero’s welcome he had received. Thrall looked up at him, and he nodded, sort of understanding where this was going.
“Rarely in my life have I seen the humans take to one of our kind so readily,” the orc chieftain elaborated. “You have impressed them with your noble stunts in Dante’s Abyss. You can reach them.
“I want you to help me, little mouse—help me make not only Camelot, but the Omniverse a better place for non-humans in general. And in return for you continuing to shine with the light of your honor, I shall help you find what you seek. Beginning with this.”
The mouse’s eyes widened as, off in the distance, a glowing yellow light appeared. He didn’t know why he knew what it was, but he recognized it inherently as the same light that he had tapped into during the competition, when he had killed Delsin Rowe, and then again against Deadpool in that big fight. He slipped off of Thrall’s shoulder, dropping six feet to the ground, and started lumbering toward it. The orc chieftain did not follow, but merely kept explaining.
“You know what that is,” his gruff voice rang out in the empty, blue void, “and I can help you find it.”
Mickey spun around. “Where is it?”
Thrall’s big lips curled into a smile for the first time since Mickey had met him. He waved a hand before him, and the entire world around them started to shift. Before Mickey had time to react, everything went black.
Mickey lurched forward, his head spinning. An infinity of bright cerulean-colored light stretched out before him. Where the heck was he?
Big, hulking green arms wrapped around him, lifting him off the ground as dizziness began to overwhelm him. Thrall?
The hands that held him soon lowered him onto a rather hard seat, and once he had a minute to focus, Mickey could see that the orc chieftain had placed him on his shoulder. He clutched his stomach with one of his gloved hands. Something about this place made him just the slightest bit queasy.
He blinked a few times, trying to straighten up his blurred vision. The lack of clarity reminded him all too much of the concussions he’d suffered in Dante’s Abyss.
“Alright, pal,” Mickey sputtered, “where the heckskies did we skate off to?”
“This,” Thrall began, “is the Astral Realm. Right now, this section remains a blank slate—filled with nothing until you or I impose our will on it. To put it simply, I have brought us into our own little universe… the world of dreams.”
Maybe it had something to do with the encroaching headache, but Mickey had a little bit of trouble comprehending Thrall’s explanation.
Heck, to be honest, all of this stuff confused the molasses out of him. This Omniverse had presented so many things to him that he didn’t understand—and it had only been a week! First, he had no idea how or why he had come to this place, and no clue how to get back. Second, he had just been able to shoot off a big yellow energy beam like it was nothing, with absolutely no explanation. Third, he somehow had managed to snag some earrings that could literally fuse his body, mind, and soul with someone else’s. And now this big green guy had brought him into the dream world?
It was a lot for the little mouse to handle.
Mickey still felt woozy. “…why are you showing me this?”
Thrall contemplated that question for a moment, his eyes focusing on the great blue expanse that rolled out before their eyes. “Little mouse, did you see how the humans looked at you in the streets of Camelot?”
The mouse thought back to the hero’s welcome he had received. Thrall looked up at him, and he nodded, sort of understanding where this was going.
“Rarely in my life have I seen the humans take to one of our kind so readily,” the orc chieftain elaborated. “You have impressed them with your noble stunts in Dante’s Abyss. You can reach them.
“I want you to help me, little mouse—help me make not only Camelot, but the Omniverse a better place for non-humans in general. And in return for you continuing to shine with the light of your honor, I shall help you find what you seek. Beginning with this.”
The mouse’s eyes widened as, off in the distance, a glowing yellow light appeared. He didn’t know why he knew what it was, but he recognized it inherently as the same light that he had tapped into during the competition, when he had killed Delsin Rowe, and then again against Deadpool in that big fight. He slipped off of Thrall’s shoulder, dropping six feet to the ground, and started lumbering toward it. The orc chieftain did not follow, but merely kept explaining.
“You know what that is,” his gruff voice rang out in the empty, blue void, “and I can help you find it.”
Mickey spun around. “Where is it?”
Thrall’s big lips curled into a smile for the first time since Mickey had met him. He waved a hand before him, and the entire world around them started to shift. Before Mickey had time to react, everything went black.
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