Ch: 5 [Alternate timeline pt1]

Ch: 5 [Alternate timeline pt1]

Working at Stan's Pizza Joint wasn't exactly 'Peter's' dream job, but it paid the bills and helped Aunt May with their finances. The familiar aroma of freshly made pizza met me as I went through the door, blending with the bustling talk of customers and the sizzle of cheese in the oven. Stan, the owner of the place, greeted me with a nod from behind the counter, signaling that it was time to get started.

"Hey, Pete! We've got a busy night ahead of us," Stan said, his mustache twitching with a cheerful smile. I nodded, slipping into my work apron and preparing for another evening of tossing dough and dishing slices to hungry customers. Amid the city's craziness, the repetitive routine seemed somehow soothing.

Ok, was that Stan Lee?! In person? Like, the man himself? And he owns this pizza joint? Wow, I can't believe it. That's incredible! It's like one of those cameos you see in movies, but for real. I wonder if he really owns this place or pops in occasionally to say hello. I guess I'll have to keep an eye out and try to spot him next time I'm there.

But then again, I could be wrong and he might turn out to be a regular human of this reality. Anyway, time to focus on the job.

The nighttime rush started, with orders coming in quicker than I could fold them. I went quickly between the kitchen and the counter, sometimes peeking at the clock. I couldn't help but think of MJ—her witty chatter rang in my head. Despite the bustle of the establishment, memories of the day's adventures lingered, painting a smile on my face as I greeted each customer.

Little did I know, the night was about to take an unexpected turn.

"Hey, Pete. Sam and the others are busy with their delivery runs and we got some more delivery orders. Leave the kitchen to Josh and go take care of it," Stan pointed to the pile of pizzas waiting to be picked up.

I nodded, glancing at the first address scribbled on the receipt. Michelle Watson... What the...?! MJ?! Oh, it's probably just a coincidence.

I took the boxes, put them in the bag, then strapped it on the back of one of the delivery cycles, and headed out. I didn't know her address, well, I will find out today.

As I cycled down the streets, my phone rang. It's from May. I put the headphones in one ear and answered, still pedaling hard.

"Hey, May."

"Peter, you busy?" She asked.

"Yeah, on my way to drop off some deliveries. Everything ok?" I asked as I took a left turn. It's a shortcut that this 'Peter' used to take to save some time. I guess his memories have somewhat perfectly merged with mine, sometimes making things weird like muscle memories.

"Yeah, nothing's wrong. Can you buy some milk on the way home later?" she asked.

"Sure, anything else?" I said, weaving through traffic.

"Oh, nothing, just milk. And be careful on the road."

"Yeah, I will."

"Bye, Peter, love you," she said, then hung up.

No, this isn't right. Why the hell is this place in this shitty condition? Don't tell me...

Taking a deep breath, I approached the door, boxes in hand. I hesitated before pressing the doorbell. The sound echoed through the quiet street. Seconds felt like minutes as I waited for someone to answer. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a man with graying hair and lines etched deep into his face.

"You look like you could use some sleep, sir," I said as I extended the boxes. Yeah, right. Sleep. Fuck! What the fuck am I supposed to say? That I am your reincarnated son whom you left for death? I am glad, I didn't just blanked out... Besides, he looks like a sleep-deprived ghost. Those bags under his eyes...

He chuckled, taking the delivery and nodding at me, "Yes, it's been a rough couple of months," he paid me the order.

I handed him the receipt, "Hope, everything turns out well, sir. Take care," I walked back to the bike, leaving him standing on the porch with a sad expression on his face.

Fuck! Alternate timeline!

What about me? Did the events happen early? Or, is it something else entirely? No, no, no, this won't do. I need to know what happened to me in this timeline. Am I alive or dead? I must know. If it's the same group that killed me in the other timeline, then I will at least have a chance to take revenge.

Too many questions and zero answers. And this broken Dad of mine might be able to shed some light on it.

Now that I know he is alive, I will visit him soon enough. Then, I will get my answers out of him. Take some rest, Dad, soon, your worst nightmare is going to visit you... I wonder what kind of face you will make after knowing the truth? No matter which version you are, someone has to pay...

I got on my cycle, already feeling the darkness closing in around me. I drove down the street, but this time, I didn't speed. My mind was already lost in thought. I wanted to yell at him, ask him why he left me for death. But, I couldn't do it. No, I didn't do it... It wasn't the right time. Yeah, it wasn't the right time...

Past or future or a mixture of reality it doesn't matter... I will find them...

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