My moon - a Moon knight story

Chapter 6: god of the moon

"Hello, do you know what storage locker is at the name Marc Spector?" I ask the man at the front desk.
"Yes of course! Let me get the key." He says getting up his seat and opening the door to the back.

"That was easy. After that the scarab and the bag of secrets is ours." I repeat in my mind.

"This way Mr. Spector." The man said showing the path.
Nodding, I follow him with a feeling of fear and guilt.

A few minutes later we were there.
"Here you go sir. Enjoy you're day." He says.
"Thanks, you too!" I replied.

I put the key in the lock and open the door slowly.
The place was a mini house! Well, not the prettiest or most practical house.
I look around trying to spot the things I'm looking for.

I fully entered and saw the black duffle bag just there on a chair.
Wasn't that hard to find.
I start pulling the zipper to reveal clothes.
"Clothing?! Come on! You were hiding-"
I removed a piece of clothing to reveal, a gun.
"Oh god." I say lifting the gun with my fingers, slightly holding on the edge. "This can't be real."
Then I saw his passport. It was well written, Marc Spector. And the picture was me that looked mad.
I look a little further to see the scarab.
"This is like the ones i read in books..." I say.
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE. I TOLD YOU TO- oh no. You found it."
I turn around to see Marc in the mirror.
"So you are real and you are a criminal! Well that's just great." I say to him. "And what even are you? Cause I'm bloody confused and it's making me insane."
"You really wanna know?" He replies.
"YES."
"We are avatars. To Khonsu, the-"
"The god of the moon. But this can't be real. Right? I'm probably still dreaming." I say hitting my head with my hand.
"Steven, you aren't dreaming. This is real."
"Then why are you a criminal!? And why do you look like me?"
"Well I- "
Marc gets rudely interrupted by the lights that started flickering.
"Marc what's happening!? Marc!?" I scream.
No answer.
"Oh bloody hell where is he!" I look around in panic.
The lights are now flashing crazier than ever.
I'm sitting on the bed panicking.
Then room becomes pitch black.
I hear a groan.
It wasn't mine.
The lights turn back on to see a giant skeleton bird.
I scream, open the door and run.
I run as fast as I ever could've done in my whole life.
"I swear I'm never doing this again bird...skeleton...man!"
I find myself in a dead end.
I turn around and it was gone.
I let out a sigh of relief but then I see that thing again but just a couple inches from my face.

"AHHH" I screamed "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME I SWEAR IF YOU DO ONE MORE TIME-"I stop when I hear a familiar voice.

Y/N...?

"Stevennnn?"
"Steven!"
I snap back to reality.
"Steven! God I thought you were dead next to that creepy looking locksmith! Are you ok love?"
"Thank god your here.." I respond.
"Let's get you back home alright? Also what's that bag your carrying?" She asked with confusion.
I tried to think and make up something fast.
I got it!
"Oh um work bag I guess...."
"A work bag? Stevie, Stevie, Stevie... you never cease to confuse me sometimes." She says looking at me with those lovely green eyes.
We start walking to our flat.
"I love you Y/n."
"I love you too Steven." Y/n looks at me, holds my hand then kisses me.
We continued to walk with a sweet conversation back to our small home.