Chapter #1Wrong Side of the Screen by: Stufflie   Late into the night, you were immersed in another intense session of Marvel Rivals, the latest hit PvP hero shooter. You’d been playing a lot lately—not obsessively, but with genuine excitement. You’ve always loved Marvel comics, and getting to play as Magik—Illyana Rasputin herself—felt surreal. She’s been your favorite since forever. You’ve got her comics, her statue, even that rare Soul Sword replica on your shelf.
The match hadn’t started great. Five duelists and only one strategist? A total mess. But somehow, after a chaotic scramble of near-deaths, ult combos, and last-minute plays, you managed to pull the team together. Win secured. MVP claimed. Against all odds.
You leaned back, exhausted but satisfied. Just as you reached to exit the game, your screen flickered.
Then everything changed.
The monitor flashed white. A sound like static and thunder wrapped around you. Your body jolted as if gravity suddenly reversed—then nothing.
When you opened your eyes, the ceiling above you glowed softly—panels of metal and glass etched with blue light. Not your room. Not any room you knew.
You sat up.Then froze.
The couch beside you was enormous. Each cushion rose like a hill, the leg thicker than your torso. The floor beneath you was textured like concrete, stretching in all directions. You stood—and stumbled.
You were tiny. No, shrunk. Barely five centimeters tall.
Your heart raced. This wasn’t just a dream. You recognized the architecture, the style, the sci-fi glow of it all.
You were in Marvel Rivals. Before panic could take hold, you heard it: a click, followed by a soft hiss. A door opened behind you.
Then: footsteps. Loud, rhythmic, getting closer. The ground trembled under your feet with each one.
You ran—sprinting toward the shadow beneath the massive couch. Dust clung to your clothes as you dove under, hiding behind a thread the size of a cable.
Then a voice.
“Huh… weird. I thought this place was empty.”
You held your breath. Someone was here. And they didn’t know you were watching. Or that you were barely the size of a paperclip.
You looked at the women, you recognized her voice, the clothes she wore....
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