MC In The Anything-Verse

Ah. Well, if you ever need assistance I’m not afraid to throw hands with a vigilante.

Hey, I've got your phone. Red Hood decided to send it to the archives. It'll be back by tonight.

Oh thank goodness. I can pick it up if that’s easier. The vines are a little hostile towards visitors right now.

Can someone please tell me why HARLEEN FUCKING QUINZEL just thanked me? First the clay pots and now rogues thanking me. Also, I think I just saw the Red Hood on a roof top across from my apartment…should I be concerned?

The sky does occasionally look beautiful though.

the sunset over metropolis cannot be topped. srry gotham

Just got back home from work and there are a bunch of clay pots on my balcony???

The rent was cheap. I’m broke as hell. Seemed logical at the time.

So, I just moved to Gotham. Was no one going to tell me that having plants in my apartment was frowned upon?

If I start writing Drabbles, would anyone read them?

Oh. Should I be concerned? I gotta baseball bat if you need some help.

Hey, I've got your phone. Red Hood decided to send it to the archives. It'll be back by tonight.

Oh thank goodness. I can pick it up if that’s easier. The vines are a little hostile towards visitors right now.

...Mayhaps

I met a nice lady today, she wanted to buy my plants. I think her name was Pam. Anyway, there’s someone trailing me atm. They look like a traffic light.

MC in the Anything-Verse Pt. 2

A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!

MC had always been the sky, never the Star. They prefer it that way, if they’re being honest. They preferred the proximity to earth. They preferred to watch things from above, present, but never quite there. They preferred the safety of the sky, the calmness, the anger, the warmth, and the chill. Consistent, yet ever-changing.

If MC was the sky, the two Snipers were the Stars. Celestial and distant. Ever burning, ever glowing. The center of their own galaxies. Massive Stars that will turn into Supergiants. Supergiants that will someday collapse from their own gravity. MC loathes to see the day that the Snipers fall. They loathe to witness the Supernova that will inevitably occur. MC knows that even if the Snipers become Neutron Stars, there will still be a Black Hole. A force so strong that it pulls in everything around it. (MC briefly thinks that the Snipers may already be Black Holes with how they pull in everything around them and leave destruction in their wake.)

Stargazing was something MC was familiar with, but sometimes they set their sights on things closer. The Earth and the Moon. König, the mountain of a man, the Earth in its entirety. Ghost, a man chasing a Sun, the Moon in its essence. Beautiful, powerful, and scarred. Forces of nature and heaven that cannot be contained or controlled. Not truly, anyway. The Earth looks up at the sky, but does not care. He is searching for a Star, not an atmosphere. The Moon doesn’t even glance at the sky, for he is above it. He is chasing a Sun. A Star much bigger than the one that lights up the sky.

MC is the sky. They are the atmosphere that grows thin. Slowly being destroyed. The Earth is the only one that notices. (He does nothing.) The sky cannot cry out for help, for no one listens to the sky. (They listen to the Stars though.) The sky will continue to wear away, continue to burn. It finds safety in the consistency of its destruction. The sky is falling and no one will catch it this time. (No one ever even tries.)