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  Dark Dimension [Ay ter]

  –Jack Sullivan–

  “*Nom* *Nom* This is nice.” He said to himself, chewing on a leg that was lohan his body, after roasting it with the Power Stone obviously. Killing himself because he could feel himself slowly dying after being poisoned due to eating the raw meat of the Dark Ones was more than enough.

  While the fvour was worse than whee the meat raw, at least it was not fatal to him, not immediately at least. He could still move about with ease but aside from being gamey and fvourless, it erfectly fine.

  “Ah, if only Doormatty would show himself,” He said to himself as he happily chewed on the leg of the Dark one who he had killed while making sure to keep the Leg intact. He’d eaten a lot of the Dark ones by now but most of them had little to on their bodies, with their bodies actually being hollow for some reason.

  That was why he began targeting the bigger ones, who at least had a little meat on their legs. That is why while the leg was very long, it had very little meat in parison. But that was enough for him to sate his hunger for the time being, allowing him to move about in the endless Dark Dimension.

  Whe the Reset for the time loop being his death, he had hought that Dormammu would simply abandon the quest of breaking out, instead choosing to ignore him and hide somewhere. Though, hide would be a strong word sinmu was most likely chilling or brooding in some deep dark er of the Dark Dimension, forever out of his reabsp;

  “Yeah, Run and Hide, ~Doormatty~~” He couldn’t help but sing as he walked on the broken nd masses scattered around him.

  “Pew!” He mimicked a finger gun at the ining horde of Dark Ones which actually let out a trated stream of energy of the Power Stone emerging from his index finger, carving a straight lihrough the horde, wiping out thousands ahe rest of the horde carried on, ung of the fate of their brethren.

  “Cool!” He fell into a fit of giggles as the horde of Dark Ones rampaged on their way to him, their charge creating vibrations that he felt through his barriers. Oh yeah, he had his barriers baow. It was easy, he only had to die a couple dozen times before he bined his super duper ability with the super duper Stone.

  “Eww! Gross!” He yelled out, ughing as the Dark Ones spit out some sort of acid on him, and then dogpilled him as well.

  “Get off of me!” He shouted, releasing a trated bst of energy from his barriers, vaporising everything in sight. The aftermath left him unscious, albeit with a barrier made up of the Power Stone energy all around him, proteg him from everything in sight.

  “Aaaa!” With a shout, he woke up, unsciously bsting everything around him as he felt something poke him. He took in deep breaths, seeing the utter darkness out of his barriers that now glowed purple for some reason. He felt his mind fall into plete chaos as random thoughts and feelings assaulted his mind, f him to dive into his mind to do a check.

  He closed his eyes and tried to trate, which was not easy, not easy at all. After what felt like hours, he finally mao enter his painstakingly crafted mindscape and found….

  His eyes widened in horror as he saw the state of his mind. It was broken. Nothing was right, there were no shields left anymore, no safe pce for his greatest secrets, nothing to manage his memories, nothing to separate his logitres from his powers, nothing at all.

  “Shit!” He emptied his stomach as he saw the mahs he had suffered in this world. The gruesome deaths were all visible to him now. He remembered then, the pain and the suffering, the despair and due to some miracle, mao hold on this time.

  He was about to do something about his mindscape since he did have all the time in the world when he felt his body erupt in pain, yanking him out of his mind. When he opened his eyes once more, he was in a crater, naked and right below the giant floatihat was Doormatty.

  “Hmm? Doormatty?” he asked himself in fusion.

  “Had your fill of deaths, i?”

  He grirying to hide his overwhelming fear, through the piss and the trembling body should clue in on how he was really feeling, “Me? Nah. I do this all day, Doormatty.”

  Doormatty growled and before he could do anything else, he saw a giant beam of ser headed his way. Out of instinct, he raised his hand, creating a purple barrier as his right hand shone purple, whiehow mao resist the ser though it did push him back.

  The throbbing in his hand increased as the barrier’s shape ged, turning from a shield into a pointed on, which was abs the energy from the ser. Running purely on instinct, he did something that flipped the swit the stone in his hand, bsting off another energy beam of his own, which began steadily gaining ground in the beam tug of war game that he ying with the Dark Lord Dormammu.

  Or rather, Doormatty. For some reason, he had a pretty strong pulsion to use that name and that name only when addressing Doormatty. Something to do with his previous personalities, he thought to himself as he pushed ba the energy beam. He couldn’t evehe giant fuck off face of Doormatty as he focused on pushing as muergy as he could throw the beam.

  Slowly, the sequences of elling that muergy became evident to him. His hand began burning with veins of purple c through his body. The he smell of bur entered his noise as he felt his entire burn burn off. Then, to his horror, his skin begaing off as his hand was now covered pletely in a purple glow, even as he saw everything stripped away to the bone.

  His tration diverted, he failed to react when a tentacle of some sort burst through his chest and then spiked through his chest, tearing apart his torso in the process. His on burst apart, subjeg him to the full brunt of the energy beam.

  The ime his eyes opened, he opehem to a hand glowing with Purple energy, aire arm burning on Purple fire, which strangely didn’t hurt him somehow.

  “Huh? .” he then began looking around for Doormatty but he didn’t find any. Pouting, he bsted off the rod began his search for either Doormatty or the Dark Ones. From the memories that had not been suppressed by his brain for being too horrible or traumatising, he could remember the sequences of being alone for extended periods of time.

  Self-harm? Not fun or cool, at least in hindsight that is. He still had phantom pains from that particur life before it was all, thankfully reset by another horde of the Dark Ones arriving.

  He heard a sound and before he k, his form was shrouded in green, aire avatar f around him, except… “That’s new!” He ented as he found his right arm glowing pletely purple with a purple fire lit up on it, the same for the avatar as well.

  He was about to unleash another wave of Infinity Stone energy when he saw who it was.

  Not dispelling his avatar, he merely shrunk it as he came face to face with…

  “Doormatty?”

  The only response he received was a frustrated sigh that shook the entire dimension he was in.

  “Mortal, I will say this ond only once. I have e tain.”

  “BWAHAHAHAHA!” He couldn’t help it. The sed he heard that ing from Doomatty’s mouth, he dispyed his avatar and began rolling on the ground in ughter. After having his fill, during which he dodged multiple tentacles, skewers, and sers, he stood up and wiped his tears.

  “I’m sorry for that. You were saying?”

  “.....In exge for ending this time loop, I will leave Earth alone as long as you remain alive and well.”

  He instantly shook his head in denial, “oo Open ended and also way too short. I want you to promise to never look Earth’s way again and also to take back all the zealots or avatars you have on the p.”

  Doormatty pted that before tering, “I will leave Earth alo taking back all the agents I have? Impossible.”

  He shrugged at that, “Well, then we have hen, Doormatty.”

  DEATH!

  When he came to be, it was in the middle of innumerable hordes of Dark Ones above a volo of some sort.

  “Worth it.”

  So began the game of Jack Sullivan, the now deranged Green/Purple Guardian battling unending hordes of the Dark ones who tio ge, evolving to e up with new aer ways of battling the unstoppable battle ehat was the Green/Purple Guardian.

  After getting the purple arm though, he was never hurt by the Dark Ones, no matter how hard they tried. He eve some former humans capable of casting spells in the middle of the horde but just the same, the spells couldn;t crack his shields.

  Despite being unhurt, Jaetimes just got tired and would end his own life, the act of essentially itting temporary sui*cide being routine for him.

  DEATH!

  DEATH!

  DEATH!

  DEATH!

  DEATH! X 6969

  “Woohoo!” he yelled as he flew down, to crash into the…Dark ones?

  “Where’d they go?” He questioned as he crashed into a ndmass, crag it in half before smming down into another ndmass, to see that he was all alone in the background.

  “Oh, man! Not this again,” he whined as he realised that Doormatty was recyg tactice again. This was the worst tactic of Doormatty, in his opinion, even above using cute puppies as attagines.

  Leaving him alone for a long would always result in the same thing, self unalivement. He would eventually go either insane, hungry, or both, and then the e would be the same.

  “Too bad, Doormatty!” He yelled out loud, hoping for his voice to reach the perpetrator, “I will not break, not from this.”

  “I realise that.” He whirled around, to find himself face to face with the humanoid avatar of Doormatty once more. He raised his right hand, purple fire bzing.

  The avatar, for some reason, looked resigned, “Jack Sullivan, I have e to iate.”

  Okay, he didn't say bargain this time so it was siderably less funny. Even so, his answer was still the same. Take back avatars, never set sights oh and theime loop will end or….

  “I will take back my avatars….But on one dition.” There we go, he knew something was wrong. Still, it didn;t hurt to hear Doormatty out.

  “Which is?”

  “..That time loop of yours,” Doormatty gestured at his neck, which still held the glowing form of the Time Sto ractically melded to his chest by now, with the stig fun of the Eye. He had to say, Agamotto really knew what he was doing when he built the eyes. It was all very funal, “Is it powered by the Time Stone and will time return to normal oh once I leave?”

  He felt uneasy about answering but if it could let him out of this hell hole, then he would do it.

  “Yes, I will rewind time back to when the first Sanctum was destroyed.”

  Doormatty gri him for some reason, “Excellent.”

  “Do it! Preprogram it right now. Only then, Dormammu will swear on my Domain that I will never set sights oh and will retract all my agents and avatars from Earth as well.” Doormatty said in a pretty passionate voice.

  For some reason, he felt as if he was fetting something when he preprogrammed the whole thing but he was so close to freedom he could almost taste it so he did as Doormatty said and then hit ehe Eye glowing slightly as a result.

  “Excellent. Go! I vow to ry to quer Earth and will take back all my agents and avatars now,” Doormatty said as he felt himself being pushed somewhere.

  He grinned as he felt the Manhattan sky once more being blue instead of bd purple. He finally felt freedom.

  He was about to head out of the ve doorway made for him when a red missile attacked him. He almost reflexively blew her head off but he redirected it behind him at the st moment, obliterating multiple ndforms.

  “I’m sorry…” Was all he heard before his head was lit up in red, his mind falling into a haze as all he saw retty red book floating in front of his face. His hand involuntarily flew towards it only to be grasped by a pretty white hand that was darkening somehow.

  __xx___

  Wanda Maximoff

  “I’m sorry.” Was all she could say as tears ran down her eyes. Her time had e, she k. The universe had let her stay here for a reason. Even with all her power, she should not have been able to resist something like that a, she was able to stay here with Pietro for years, which was nothing short of a miracle.

  And miracles don’t e free. She khat and today was the price she had to pay for that miracle.

  Her eyes glowed red as she dived into the broken mind of Jack, maniputed him into breaking off all the spells he had cast using the Time Stone, so that she could prevent all of reality from being fractured.

  Jack had cast some sort of spell that would end up creating multiple paradoxes that would end up in Dormammu winning anyway. So, she was tasked with undoing that spell.

  The only problem was that doing so on her own was impossible, no matter how much agic she pumped through her body. She he agic to have shape, structure, purpose for it to reach its full potential.

  And the only thing that provided that was the filthy thing floating right beside her.

  With teary eyes, she cast the spell, wreng the spell away from the Eye, and also safely dumping Jack bato Earth. If only she could do something about the side effects.

  She was not worried for herself as he could already feel her anchor iy slipping and with her soul already being damned, she was dead anyway. An afterlife didn’t await her, just dissipating into void.

  It was fine. She deserved that.

  Her gaze went to the falling form of Jack, still covered in Green and Purple, ‘He didn’t deserve that’ Before her visio dark.

  …….

  ……

  ……

  Thus ehe story of Wanda Maximoff of this reality, helping save the universe from Doormatty, being a true hero in the process, even if she didn’t believe herself to be one, even i moments.

  As for Jack Sullivan? Well, he was no lohe Jack Sullivan that most of Earth knew and some loved. No, he was different. ged.

  To find out, watch the episode on Bal– Ahem—The “G” Shield.

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