Mig and Gamma

Gamma sat on the surface of nothing in a reclined position. He laid his hands in between his legs carelessly, looking forward at his guest. Apokalipse's staff, albeit corrupted, lay beside him.

Mig, who sat opposite to him, had his legs crossed. His skin was twinkling and he had a translucent effect to his body, since he was no longer physically existent. He looked at Gamma, turning his eyes to the side. He spotted a rotating mass of scarlet energy, spinning around freely in the space around the two, and glowing to life every few seconds, as if he were watching a meteor shower. Gamma noticed his attention was preoccupied.

"Like what you see?" he peered back over to Mig, grinning with his eyes only half opened.

"It's...interesting," Mig spoke silently, turning his head to the other side, noting the same thing. He smiled a tad, looking down at the ground.

"It's all I ever see," Gamma chuckled, exhaling. He looked up at the infinite sky. "Well, I could change it if I want...but, you know, I'm a rather basic person, to be honest."

"Could've," Mig corrected.

He looked over at Gamma briefly, then down again. He shook his head back and forth.

"There's something I've wanted to ask you."

"Go on," Gamma said, clapping his hands together. "I'm all ears."

"Why?"

Distraught by Mig's sudden, broad question, Gamma's expression changed to confusion. He laughed a bit and stared at Mig, whose rather serious demeanor did not budge.

"Why...?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Gamma stared into Mig, narrowing his eyes.

"Er...sitting here with you, you mean?"

"I guess we can start there," Mig responded, his expression growing more serious.

Gamma shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands on the water-like surface.

"That's it? You just..." Mig copied his shrug. "Dunno?"

"Miguel Rivers," Gamma sighed, looking at the ground briefly. He cleared his throat, leaning his body forward and crossing his arms. "Is there something troubling you?"

Mig was taken aback by Gamma's ignorance.

"Are you serious?"

"Well?" Gamma demanded.

"Where do I even begin?" Mig laughed. He looked around him again and raised his arms out, thinking it was rather obvious. Gamma continued to look at him in immense confusion.

"Everything is troubling me. Being here, seeing you, being dead, all of the above!"

"Ah," Gamma nodded. "You want me to hear your life's story, is that it? Go ahead, if you so desire. I'm no therapist, so do pardon me if I don't give you the most adequate of advice."

"My life's story is that you destroyed it entirely," Mig spat, gritting his teeth. "Not even just mine..."

Gamma sighed, looking to the side.

"That's not fair," he protested. "Things just sort of happen, you know? It isn't my fault--"

"YES, IT IS!" Mig screamed out.

He clenched his fists tightly and looked at himself. While he knew he was dead, it was starting to hit him hard at this very moment. He noticed his fists were translucent and his body was as well. He angrily dropped his hands and then fell over onto his back, looking up at the scarlet-colored nothingness above him.

"What was the point? What was the purpose? Why!?"

Gamma looked over at Mig and tsked, slowly standing up. He stretched his back and lifted up the staff, twirling it, and began to walk over to Mig. He crouched down next to him.

"Because I could," Gamma stared forward, then turned towards Mig with sheer conviction.

"Why would I not want to interact with this bustling universe? You expect me to just have ignored everything and sat here, twiddling my thumbs, for all eternity?"

Mig looked up at Gamma, tears welling up in his eyes. Gamma stared at him with no expression.

"Do you not realize what you've done?" Mig asked.

"I do realize, that was kind of the point," Gamma responded.

He laid on the surface beside Mig, though facing the opposite direction. He also stared above them.

"Life was so...predictable. Monotonously predictable. I cannot stress that enough. Let me break it down for you: you're born, you live, and you die. The end. Sounds painfully dull, right?"

Mig narrowed his eyes, sitting up.

"So, that's where I came in," Gamma continued. "I introduced a little flavor to the mix. I added in something unpredictable, I flipped everything on its head. The cycle wasn't so simple then. You're still born, you still live...but your life is nothing like it would be. There's something more. That missing piece to the puzzle. It isn't so cut-and-dried."

Gamma sat up as well, placing his hand on Mig's left shoulder. He looked at him directly.

"And you have me to thank for that."

Mig glared back at him with immense anger.

"Can you honestly deny that?" Gamma continued. "You would've been nothing without me. You would've lived a fabrication of a life, being a cog in your tiresome machine society until you rotted away into nothingness. Your life would've just been an artificial, temporary existence that would be forgotten in a few years time. How pointless."

Mig tsked, blinking tears away.

"Am I wrong?"

"What if that was just enough? For anyone you interfered with? You act as though it was a necessity. No one ever asked for it," Mig spoke through tears. "How could you be right in any sense of the word?"

Gamma sighed, looking to the side as if pondering something. He closed his eyes.

"I know how difficult this may seem to an outside's point of view, and it would be silly of me to ask you to see my perspective," he sighed. "So, perhaps..."

He breathed in, and nodded his head, turning back towards Mig. He patted his shoulder and rose up.

"Come," he calmly spoke, raising his hand out. "Take a look."

Reluctantly, Mig grabbed onto his hand. Gamma's staff sparked and glowed, blinding them in a flash of light.

Mig opened his eyes, suddenly hurdling through a mass of energy that continuously morphed into various different, indecipherable shapes. He floated through a swirling vortex of sorts, seeing flashes all around him that he could not make out.

"I'll show you a taste of what it's like from my point of view," Gamma's voice boomed all around him.

Mig saw a bright, white light and he was heading directly into it. He floated through the hole, and the sound of glass breaking rang throughout his ears. He looked around, seeing himself falling into the hole over and over again. He hit something hard and turned around, seeing a large reflection on an invisible wall.

"What is...?" he began.

The reflection changed drastically to a completely different view than what was around him. He quickly turned around, spotting a teenager with a black shirt and an orange stripe running down the middle, extending up and around his neck and shoulders. A '10' symbol was present in the center of his shirt. He had messy, dark brown hair with brown eyes, and sported light brown cargo pants. On his wrist was a familiar sight, the Gammatrix, though obviously it was not the Gammatrix he knew.

"Don't worry, everyone!" the teen yelled out, smiling confidently. "I'll handle it!"

"I don't...understand," Mig was confused.

"That is Miguel Tennyson, a different version of you. He also bears the Gammatrix," Gamma explained. "Now, watch."

Miguel Tennyson turned the street corner, spotting an explosion up ahead. Through the smoke, a black Opticoid with purple eyes was seen lifting up a car, hurling it at the side of a building. The Opticoid walked out of the smoke, having armor all throughout his body, which was purple and silver in color.

"Tyere!" Miguel shouted, smirking. He activated the Gammatrix, spinning around through various different alien forms. Mig looked at him, shocked.

"All alone, are we?" laughed Tyere, his eyes closing. A large eye opened up on his chest, jetting outwards, and charging up.

"I'm more than enough for you!" Miguel shouted confidently, slapping the Gammatrix down.

Miguel transformed. As he did so, orange-colored energy sparked alive from the Gammatrix, which began to morph and move throughout his body as he mutated into an alien lifeform. The orange energy formed into the shape of hands, wrapping Miguel's body up, and a bright flash followed.

"Me," Gamma commented.

The sky rumbled with thunder and lightning, and the clouds quickly began to swirl and turn a dark grey. Tyere fired at the sight of Mig, though his energy beam seemingly hit nothing.

"Where the hell did you go!?" he shouted in frustration.

A cyclone appeared where Tyere had fired, spinning forward towards him in a zig-zag fashion. The cyclone suddenly disappeared, revealing a blue, white, and red robotic-like alien named Overcast.

"Right here!" he chirped.

"The creator of that Gammatrix utilized my Energy in the same way Tekk did, thus giving rise to Miguel Tennyson. Let's continue."

Mig flashed into existence inside of a cave, which was glowing red and black, and debris was scattered all around them.

"I'm sorry Dan...I'm so sorry!" shouted a voice.

Mig, upon hearing the name Dan, quickly turned around to the direction the voice came from.

"Miguel Tenison. Interestingly enough, he isn't the only one gifted by my Energy in this dimension," Gamma remarked.

Suddenly, time began to freeze out of nowhere. Mig and Gamma were not effected, but saw Mig suddenly stop moving. A flash of sparking, red light came out of thin air, and a figure teleported into view. The mysterious figure, completely surrounded in scarlet-colored Gamma Energy, dashed towards Dan.

The figure kneeled down beside Dan, grabbing onto him. Energy began to swirl around the figure's hands; he slapped his hands onto Dan's head, transmitting the Gamma Energy into his body. Dan yelled out, his eyes suddenly flashing and sparking a red color. Dan turned around and faced a black and red entity, this dimension's version of Terox, and walked over to him.

"And that's this dimension's version of Terox," Gamma added in.

Dan raised his hands towards Terox, screaming out. He shot two, concentrated beams of Gamma Energy directly at Terox, shocking him. Dan then fell over, his body glowing faintly and then returning to normal.

Mig turned back towards the mysterious figure who gifted Dan the Gamma Energy. The figure dashed away, disappearing and resuming time.

"Dan..." Miguel Tenison spoke, relieved.

Mig then turned back towards Gamma.

"That...that was you," he said.

"I wasn't impressed enough with this place," Gamma shrugged. "As time went by, I began to involve myself a little bit more. Next."

Gamma transported Mig into yet another world, where a group of four people were gathered in a room. One of the four, glowing orange, screamed out in pain. The other three sat still, quiet.

"I can't take it!" shouted the orange one, stepping forward.

Energy sparked out of control all around the slots. The ground began to vibrate as well, causing a small earthquake. He fired a giant wave of energy that went rippling throughout the large room. All the walls shattered apart and collapsed almost instantaneously.

One of the four others, wearing a white and black outfit, stood there, absorbing the energy released from the orange one. He panted as he did so.

"Miguel...you need to stop!" he cried out, pleading.

Miguel Stocker, breathing heavily, turned towards the only female in the group, his eyes sparking alive. He ran over to her; she attempted to run away, but Miguel Stocker caught up.

"Miguel Stocker, Th3 0n3, Faith Ferrari, and Trailor Yvetta," Gamma commented. "Each of them house the Gamma Energy. In fact, so do the other three."

Mig shook his head in disbelief.

"They're in agony," he solemnly spoke.

Screaming was heard inside of the room, followed by another explosion. Mig looked away, knowing what just happened.

"End it!" he snapped.

Gamma transported himself and Mig into yet another dimension, this time inside of a house. The two were upstairs, standing near a railing that overlooked the open living room. Mig looked away.

"I'm...I'm so sorry," cried a voice, choking on tears.

Mig cringed, continuing to look away. Gamma looked over the railing.

"Miguel Rivers..." the crying voice said.

Suddenly, Mig's demeanor changed. He recognized that voice. He recognized the wall he was staring at. His eyes then widened, as he slowly turned around. Gamma was leaning over the railing, staring at Mig.

"Watch," he grinned.

Mig looked over at the couch, spotting his uncle, Daniel Rivers, along with his younger self. Daniel held a syringe which glowed and swirled around with the Gamma Energy inside of it. He held Mig down, who was trying to squirm away, screaming.

Gamma leaned over to Mig, reaching his arm over his shoulder, and pulling him in tight. He crossed his legs, grinning.

"Do you see it now?" he inquired.

Mig watched in horror as Dan injected the Gamma Energy into his younger self. His younger self cried out, his veins protruding out of the skin and glowing orange, reaching up to his head. His eyes flashed orange, and Dan backed away, crying.

"I do see now," he said, closing his eyes and listening to the pain.

Gamma smiled, patting Mig on the shoulder. The two sparked and flashed away from Mig's house, as he and the younger Mig met eye contact briefly.

Gamma and Mig were back in Gamma's plane of existence. Gamma laughed and began to walk around, twirling his staff. Mig stared at it, glowing.

"His only feasible source of Energy," he thought. "Everything's gone awry; that's all he has. What's he doing?"

"I'm so glad," he grinned. "Someone who understands me."

Mig walked forward, focusing on the staff. Gamma titled his head towards Mig, observing him approaching him.

"And I do wonder," Gamma began, sighing disappointingly. Mig suddenly stopped, feeling himself being pulled to the ground. He groaned, falling over by force. Energy hands emerged from the ground, holding him down tightly. Gamma turned, his eyes glowing scarlet. "What are you doing?"

"Cut the shit, God," a familiar voice spoke. "Get off your damn high horse."

Mig eyed the figure, who revealed himself to be Terox.