shayswag

[shayswag]

PARALLEL (pt.1)

warnings: mentions of medication (prescribed), stalking and depression

type: angst. cold hard angst.

authors note #1: i’m so sorry in advanced about grammar and if anything is incorrect. i tried my best to make this as accurate as possible

hope you enjoy!!

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It has come to my attention that Miguel probably can’t even get through a whole night without the burdening nightmares of the incident.

What incident?

Oh, don’t you remember Miguel?

I don’t want to remember.

His world was painted blue. Not baby blue, or the turquoise blue water you’d see on your friend’s Instagram post while their on vacation.

Navy blue. He was sad. Sad because he wasn’t happy. He longed to be happy. He’d go the extra mile to be happy. And he did, but that happiness faded right out of his hands. It slipped so quickly that he hadn’t realized that it was all his fault.

My fault?

Yes, your fault.

He stood in his office alone, the dark chamber engulfing him along with the silence, almost becoming an agitating ringing in his right ear. He swiped through different dimensions on the orange holograms.

“Miguel, it’s been hours. Take a break”

Lyla, his AI assistant, had lectured him like a mother would when their son wouldn’t get off his Xbox. Miguel had been fond of her glitching in and out every hour, reminding him about him staying up for too long.

“I will,” was all he said in slight frustration but still wanting to be respectful. Lyla frowned and glitched out, deciding to give him some space.

As the night went on and him monitoring every dimension, while looking through them to find one where he was happy. One where he wasn’t wallowing in his depression. One where he wasn’t taking medication pills like they were candy to end his suffering.

Then he found one.

It was him, but not him. Same physique, face and appearance. But the only thing different was that he had a daughter. He stared into the monitor as ‘he’ tucked her into bed.

Miguel felt a chill run down his spine, trying to shake his head from these thoughts. This is what he had wanted. What he had dreamed for.

A family.

He decided to make a mental note for this dimension and crossed his arms over his chest. He smiled to himself, sighing and feeling proud of himself that he had found what he was looking for. But that protruding, unanswered question was pinned in the back of his head.

Why are you proud?

He furrowed his eyebrows a little then moved the hologram to the side, figuring out what he should do for now.

Months had passed and he was still waiting. Waiting for what? He didn’t even know himself. He kept the monitor of Earth-928B close while checking in on every other dimension.

It was like an electrical surge of anticipation running throughout his whole body. Everyday, in his office, sitting and waiting like a tiger watching its prey.

Call him a stalker all you want, he didn’t care. This was his ultimate goal. This was the gold metal waiting for him at the end of the finish line and it was all his.

But he wasn’t watching ‘himself’. No, he didn’t give a damn about his alternative. He watched ‘his’ daughter. Gabriella. She was the highlight of ‘his’ day.

Miguel was jealous. Jealous so much that he hated ‘himself’. He hated the way the other Miguel was able to be happy and that he had to watch him be happy.

But when Lyla had glitched in one day, this changed his life completely. And not in a good way.

Lyla, not feeling good about this idea, but also knew that he would be counting on her to update him on the news. She looked hesitant about this.

“Miguel?”

“Hey Lyla. Any news about 928?”

This had been a reoccurring question he’d ask for months.

“Well…Your alternative self was killed today”

This was all the information he needed. He moved every hologram away before pressing numerous buttons on his dimension watch.

But she had warned him before it was too late. He didn’t listen. He was selfish.

“Miguel-“

“Lyla not now.”

Was all he said as the orange and yellow portal opened up behind him. He looked like he meant it. His maroon eyes glaring at her, but not at her. Through her, as if she wasn’t even there.

He furrowed his eyebrows before turning his back away from her fading into the portal, it slowly getting smaller. Lyla floated there defeated.

“Be careful Miguel”

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authors note #2: hi pookies! this took like a few hours and it’s my first angst. i’m not sure if i’m missing any warning so if yall could tell me that’d be amazing :) but i hoped you guys enjoyed and i’ll make a part two. if you wanna be tagged for it, tell me! byeee <3

[shayswag]

All About Me!

authors note #1: hi pookies! i’m only going to say the basics because i don’t feel like giving out personal info, if you catch my drift

i’m not that good with spelling, or big words because i’m a very complicated person and my brain doesn’t work as fast as other writers (i’m lazy) but i hope my future fics will bring you joy!

anyways, here are some facts about me!!

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favorites! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

🎶music: sza, drake, pinkpantheress, newjeans, beabadoobee, tyler the creator, steve lacy, brent faiyaz, jhené aiko, summer walker and laufey

🎬movies/tv shows: spider-man: across the spiderverse (astv), victorious, sam and cat, never have i ever, a love so beautiful, big mouth, total drama island, on my block and madea (i need to watch more shows)

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authors note #2: sometimes i’ll post smut, fluff and angst with different character but right now im going through a Miguel O’Hara phase so…yeah…

i never do word counts but if you feel like a fix needs one, then ask me. but if you have any recommendations or requests please feel free to ask me DMS or just comment, i’ll try to look!

drink water and stay safe, bye cuties :)