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Chapter 34: Writing didn't exist before I wrote it into existence
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Adam raised his eyes, calm and bright, he would promise, "If you truly follow, then that happy ending, I will write it."
[Okay, why is that such a good fucking line?]
[I'm stealing that! It will be in my wedding vow, if we live to the End.]
[Ahh, chills.]
[Why the exaggeration? I could write something better in kindergarten. Like, so much glaze.]
[And I could write without hands and arms... And no head.]
[I was born, and the doctors tested me by writing an essay about blackholes. I passed with flying colors.]
[The universe was there, because I wrote it.]
[When I was a sperm, I used an imaginary pencil to modify reality and make sure I win the race.]
[Athena comprehended the Godhood of Wisdom because she watched me write the word, Wisdom.]
[Doctor Doom created a multiversal time travel machine... To come and watch me compose the World into being.]
[When God decided to create the Holy Book, he hired me to write it.]
[When God decided to create Adam, he hired me to draw him.]
[Writing didn't exist before I wrote it into existence.]
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[Ahh, I love the internet.]
The sheer, unvarnished narcissism of the statement left her momentarily speechless before she giggled. "You're impossible."
Adam laughed as well, but at the audience, being the brightest joy in his life. Truly, is he here to entertain them or to be entertained by them?
Soon, they were walking the streets of Hell's Kitchen, a pair of starkly contrasting anomalies.
Adam, with his white hair, scarred eye, and impeccable suit, looked like a fallen angel who'd decided to dabble in real estate.
Domino, in her tactical chic with her striking black-and-white features, was his equally out-of-place guardian devil.
[The aura these two radiate is insane.]
[They look like they're about to drop the hottest album of 2007.]
Adam drove them in a sleek, vintage Jaguar, a two-minute ride to the outskirts of the neighborhood.
"The finishing touches are in place, so yeah, today is the day, you will have all the trouble you want." He told Domino, who was buzzing with anticipatory energy.
They got out on a street that was a special kind of grimy, even for Hell's Kitchen.
They hadn't walked ten yards into a narrow alley before the local wildlife emerged.
Two hulking men blocked their path, brandishing knives with a practiced lack of finesse.
"Wallet. Jewelry. Now," One grunted.
Adam looked at them with a kind of detached, anthropological curiosity. It was the classic robbery scene in every goddamn show and movie, but why did he not feel special facing it?
Oh, right... This is Hell's Kitchen, here, everyone's the same. Everyone's been run through more times than Riley Reid. In fact, here, everyone is Riley Reid.
If the Marvel Earth could speak, it would also spell the words, I am Riley Reid with the number of times it has and will be run through by cosmic and demonic entities.
[Tf is the narrator on about, again?]
[Lmao, true though, Earth in Marvel is a poor little thing.]
[If that's the case, then Adam is Riley Reid; he's been run through more than Riley and all her ancestors combined.]
[I guess run through means anything, so yeah, life's run through me so many times. Aghh...]
[Is the narrator referencing the classic 'I'm Negan'?]
Adam didn't even flinch as a shape moved behind the thugs. Two large, powerful hands shot out, grasping the back of their heads.
CRACK.
The sound was sickeningly final. The two skulls collided with brutal, efficient force, and the men dropped like sacks of meat to the filthy pavement.
Behind them stood none other than the man, the legend, Frank Castle, The Punisher.
He was a mountain of grim purpose clad in a black tactical vest adorned with the iconic white skull.
His face was a roadmap of weathered rage, his eyes holding a flat, dead light that promised only extinction.
He ignored Domino; his gaze locked on Adam, scanning him from head to toe.
"You're the one," Frank rasped, his voice like gravel grinding under tank treads.
Adam's smile was a flash of white in the dim alley. "I am indeed the One. The One and Only."
Two things happened at once: Frank's hand twitched toward his own sidearm, his gun finding itself against Adam's head almost instantly, and Domino had her own pistol drawn and aimed at him in a heartbeat.
The air crackled with imminent violence.
Adam simply lifted a placating hand. "Relax, darling," He said to Domino, his eyes never leaving Frank.
"Frank here was just establishing the terms of our partnership."
Frank didn't acknowledge her. "I don't like you," He stated, the words simple and absolute. "You stink. Like the garbage high up, the ones who play games and make messes for other people to die in."
He took a step closer, the threat a physical presence. "I'll work with you. But you cross a line; my line; and the next bullet from this gun finds its home in your skull."
Adam's smile didn't waver.
He stepped forward and clapped a hand on Frank's rigid shoulder, a gesture so bizarrely familiar that the Punisher actually flinched.
"Good!" Adam said, his voice booming with false cheer. "Now that the pleasantries are over, let's eat. I'm starving."
He gestured to a dilapidated diner across the street. "That place, I'm told, is to die for. Or at the very least, worth losing a wallet over, hahaha."
[He just patted the Punisher on the back after all that. I'm deceased.]
[Frank's internal monologue is just a string of expletives right now.]
[Adam's charisma is a superpower.]
Domino holstered her weapon, a chuckle escaping her as she watched Frank's jaw muscle twitch violently.
What the fuck is wrong with this man? Seemed to be the shared, unspoken question between her and the vigilante.
"If the rumors are false," Adam continued, steering them toward the diner, "And they usually are, well... I haven't eaten much in three days. I'm fairly certain trash would taste like heaven to me right now."
He ordered for all of them; bagels with lox and cream cheese, the diner's infamous specialty, and thick black coffee.
They ate in a strained silence, broken only by Adam's appreciative murmurs.
"You're not enjoying this, my dear?" Adam asked Domino. "Give it time. The guest of honor hasn't arrived yet."
She shrugged. "What's to enjoy? The food you make is better."
His eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "You flatter me. I couldn't tell. Still working on the craft, but as expected of my genius, I learn fast."
He stressed the my, as if amused by the fact that much of his intelligence isn't actually his, but Dooms.
He wondered if Doom would be pleased by the fact that he's using his intelligence to, well, learn cooking.
[Doom is not pleased. Doom is not at all pleased. My royal self has a kingdom to run. The cooking is the royal chefs.]
[The Doom roleplay is on point, my dude.]
[Hmph, Doom does not roleplay.]
[I fucking love this chat, how is it that despite millions of live viewers, the chat manages to only show the best of the best?]
[It's been theorized by the Illuminati that the chat is an Artificial Intelligence of some kind, making sure it shows what it believes to be most entertaining or informative.]
[Indeed, we've already done some tests, and it holds.]
Soon, Adam wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood. Frank and Domino followed his gaze out the grimy diner window.
"The guest of the show has arrived," Adam said softly, his eyes fixed on a figure strolling from down the street.
The figure, a mid-level Maggia lieutenant named Marlen, swaggered into the nondescript building with a handful of his goons.
He, however, wasn't just a normal Maggia Lieutenant; he's much more special.
Adam, Domino, and Frank followed, stepping into a scene straight out of a low-budget crime flick.
The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sour smell of cheap beer.
A group of men were hunched over a rickety table, playing poker with a grim intensity, their pistols resting conspicuously next to their stacks of chips.
The moment the trio entered, all movement ceased. Hard eyes tracked them, and hands drifted toward weapons.
Adam walked in as if he owned the deed to the place, his smile serene and utterly out of place.
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