Thoughts , flesh , blood and magic combine together creating the perfect concuction of madness. When 15 year old Viyasa Maximoff suddenly finds herself shifting back and forth between her reality and a woman named Agatha's, she wants answers.
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Some people don't realize how lucky they are to be normal. To have control over their thoughts and assume the best for themselves without the simaltaneous eradication of someone else's happiness.
You will never find yourself short of breath and hooked up to an IV drip , cheeks hallow as night, dark eye bags that make you look undead and dull, irises that secretly hold the power to manipulate the form of life it self.
You can go to sleep each night without the haunting sting of a million tiny needles stabbing into the veins of your flesh repeatedly after misuse of your ability. You haven't been omitted to a hospital for short circuiting your own heart have you?
When I was ten years old I was adopted by a middle class family of religious believers , so I grew up a Jesus kid. But that all changed when I accidentally made my abusive older sister float like the red balloons from 'IT'. Her parents witnessed the entire debocall and I was branded a demon and gathered against my will and dragged to the nearest exorcist hall. Her parents could only find at the time, a scrawny man with eye bags, chin stubble , a mean scowle and dead eyes.
Perfect man of god.
The 'godly' man took one good look at me and turned back to my parents with an unimpressed glare.
"This child is no demon, she is a mutant."
You could only imagine the absolute shock written across their faces, it was comical to witness, it made me giggle and then poof!
I disappeared into a small pink portal.
I did not waste the time that I had in the alternate universe. I ventured to Disneyland, I kissed the ground that Bumblebee walked on, got criticized by Megatron and then took a super cool picture with Optimus all while gossiping about Megatron, we smoked that grey fungus.
When I turned eleven and I found myself standing outside a Pizza hut on Christmas Eve peering through the cleaned glass at families laughing and parents looking around the table at their loved ones fondly , I came into my Grinch era and thus began my aversion for Christmas . I realized that no one was coming to find me. No even knew I existed.
