I'm Not Your Sugar Daddy!: Prologue [ROB SI Multiversal Adventure]

Infinite Power, Teeny Tiny Space

Can space be both infinitely vast and infinitesimally tiny at the same time? Can something as vast as that of the universe be too small for something inside it? It seemed like a contradiction at first but in the context of infinity, it doesn’t seem all that weird.

As it turns out, there are different degrees of infinity. Something can be bigger than infinity, it just had to be a bigger kind of infinity. Unfortunately for myself, that bigger infinity was myself and that smaller infinity was the room that I found myself in.

In the grand scheme of things, how I got here is not important. It’s not that I do not know how I got here but I do not want to think of how I got here. You can only have so much regrets before it utterly consumes you after all. Anyways, back to my current situation.

So here I am, stuck inside a space that had nothing inside it. There was no darkness, there was no light, just myself and nothing else. I did not know how long time has passed or if there was any time at all. It felt weird feeling everything, knowing where each and every last piece of myself was.

Every star, every planet, every atom inside this space was myself. I am the alpha and the omega, I am everything and everything that can happen inside is me. All I need to do was will it and I can do whatever I wanted inside but that was the problem, inside.

I can make stars. I can make whole galaxy’s collapse into itself. Hell, I can make life and entire consciousness but for the love of all that is holy, I could not push beyond the bounds of my confine. As hard as I try, as hard as I will it, there was nothing I could do. As far as things were concerned, that barrier was just as as immovable as I was; an infinitely immovable object to the unstoppable force that was myself.

At first, it was manageable. As I was the universe, I was infinite and I had all the time in the world. I played with what I had, what powers that I now wield, what freedom I now had… only to find that soul crushing loneliness of it all. As vast as things were inside this space, all there ever is is just enough space for myself. There was nothing else but me.

I could dream up so many things, so many lives but that only could get me so far. Despite the changes that happened, despite how I no longer had a beating heart, how air no longer fill the my lungs, or how I no longer have the means to touch the world around me, I was still myself. I was human and not even infinity could change me.  And as I was human, I grew lonely and bored.

I have everything but at the same time, I lacked the most essential thing anyone could ever have, someone to talk to. It was ironic how the one thing I truly lacked was something intangible, something that was just made in the minds of people. I tried making one to fix things but I was everything, thus I just found myself talking back to a reflection of my own. I was truly and utterly alone and it infuriated me.

What was the use of all this phenomenal cosmic power when I didn’t even have my friend nor my family to share it with. Thus, I started trying to find a way to get out of my confines. It started off small, exploding stars, beams of pure energy, yet the invisible barrier stood strong.

I soon moved into more complex solutions. Making portals only lead me in a loop. Tearing apart space just left voids that quickly filled up. I even tried crunching everything into infinitely dense point to pull everything in just to see if it would work.

Space warped, stars collapses, the very fabric of reality itself warping as I pulled everything in. It almost felt I was tucking myself in a tight blanket yet even as nothingness filled the void, the barrier remained, unyielding as ever. There was nothing that could make this barrier yield; hell, I even tried physically pushing the barrier but its still not moving.

Thus I waited, mopping in this little corner of somewhere. I think Robin William sums up my situation quite nicely actually; Phenominal Cosmic Power, Ity Bity Living Space. What was the use of having everything when you’re just all alone?

In the oppressive silence, I waited, wishing for something to happen, anything other than this monotony that I found myself stuck inside. That silence however would prove to be the key to salvation as in that silence, I started hearing prayers.

“Please god or anyone listening, just give me a cute girlfriend with huge boobs!”

The voice was tinny, almost imperceptible but I could not miss it; after all, it was the first thought not my own that I heard. It was not inside one of the many gardens I had, it was not in some of the lives I made to past time, it was not even inside this prison but it was beyond it. Just behind these walls was someone, praying to me. I should feel elated, happy that someone else was there but that voice, that annoying perverted voice? Why was it so familiar?

“You know the type, tall, busty, and legs for days,” the voice drooled, making me cringe as I was forced to hear through their degenerate ranting. I knew I should have just shut myself off, plug the proverbial ear and turn away but I couldn’t. It was like watching a train wreck in action. How can one boy be so much of a disaster?

“It’s not my fault that I’m born tiny! Hell, just give me a few inches or a really powerful quirk and I could probably score myself a chick!”  The voice shouted out with such delusional confidence. It was baffling hearing someone speak like that but I knew now who I was dealing with.

“Mineta Minoru,” I grimaced out loud as that voice, that tone, there just no one else that I knew off that would wish for a Quirk and be that much of a horrible being.

“Huh!? Who’s there?” Mineta shouted, his shrill voice like nails against a chalk board, “I’m warning you! I know kung fu and I will kick your ass!”

Despite my displeasure of the boy, one detail did not escape me; He can hear me. There was a way to get out… but not in the physical sense. Perhaps information can escape? What caused this interaction anyways? Was it the prayer, does somebody have to be praying? This was vaguely divine and maybe blasphemous but I’ll take what I can get.

Clearing my proverbial throat and steeling myself, I asked only once, “Do you really wish for power Mineta?” If information can pass through, what can I push through this opaque barrier? Could I make a connection? Could I make a pact like some eldritch being to a warlock? So many questions but that cannot be answered if the first person to ever call upon me would reject me.

As my question rang out, I started to feel their hesitation, I could taste their apprehension. Their very desire was laid bare to me and Mineta and his heart screamed back at once, “If I had power, I’d have all the girls I could ever want!”

In that purest of declaration, as tainted and perverted the idea was, I felt a connection form; A pact which I can finally act upon. There was a way out and it was through this tiny bastard. For a moment, I paused. Did I really want to take this, to subject myself to a life time of Mineta? But do I even have a choice on this matter.

It could be an instant or a maybe an eternity before the next voice pray. Thus… I made a deal with the devil. “Wanna bet? You’re probably going to flub your chance if I give you one.” I taunted him. I was shooting myself in the foot here. Maybe it was subconscious rebelling at the idea of dealing with this little shit or maybe I just forgot how to people. What ever the case was, it certainly got him all riled up.

“Oh yeah!” Mineta shouted back at him in anger, his rage bubbling inside that tiny heart of his. It was almost amusing, in the way a chihuahua would be, “Let’s shake on that then! Give me a powerful quirk and I’d show you what I can do.” The boy then offered and I could start to see.

I can see a boy inside a room, shouting as a red portal opened up before him, a portal that lead to me. It was a tiny portal, barely big enough to push a tiny hair of my whole but it was a way out; a way to interact with the world beyond.

“I’ll give it to you then…” I replied, committing myself to this act, wanting nothing more than freedom, “For a favor,” I then added. I wasn’t however going to put all my eggs in one basket. If a prayer can call me, then I can recruit another.

“Deal,” and the boy was all too eager to seal this pact between us. There no more room for hesitation, it was now or never.

Pushing through the pin prick of a portal, I found a tendril of myself reached out to his hands and wrap around them. For a moment, I felt his very essence as a deal between us was made. I could finally act upon another person and it was glorious.

“The pact is sealed,” I laughed as I made myself known. My power, my very will still remains absolute as Mineta became one of my conduits.

“Oh… oh fuck,” The boy craoked out as a shiver of tear run up his spine. He must have realized that he did not follow stranger danger. Sprouting a tentacle out of his hair, I then gave him a comforting pat.

“You really should avoid talking out to the void,” I scolded him lightly, “Someone’s going to answer you eventually you know? Good thing I’m the one that got to you first.” Yes he was a disgusting pig but he was a kid. He needed guidance, he can learn. There was still a chance for him but first, he needed to wake up as he just keeled over. He also needed a bit more meat in his diet. Fainting isn’t normal and anemia is no joke after all.