This is sort of a way for me to get down my ideas for a potential plot for an (onimikeler) project i'm slowly putting together. Let me know if you find this interesting at all!. =u=

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His name was Unity Alexander Cheri at some point. He used to be an alien obsessed college student, taking life to the fullest. He sang in the shower, wore colorful clothes that he loved, and took part in a lot of social media. He can recall going to one too many parties and doing things he's glad his mother would never know about. He struggled with his parent's demand for him to become someone important and smart, and he struggled with society finding not only his skin to be too brown, but for his sexual preference to be too male orientated. He struggled with fears from the child within him. But he was none the less, happy.

His name now is Alex. His name is Alex, and he no longer lives in that world anymore. He left behind not only himself, and the life he had carefully yet carelessly crafted, but the two people he loved the most. He remembered falling in love with them, their alien forms to be god like in beauty, their dependence on him sending shivers down his spine. And just as perfect as their love had been, it didn't last long. They were gone, and he had to run. Alex had to run.

Alex stood in front of his mirror, his eyes gazing at his figure. He had on jeans and a dark violet shirt that read "Protect Pluto" in bold white letters. He looked over to the chair that sat next to the mirror. He looked between his old white lab jacket and his dull green jacket. Both were long and stopped below his hips. The green jacket was a gift from a college friend, and he especially loved the yellow decorative stripes that it had on the sleeves.

He grabbed the lab jacket, walking out the door, and out of his apartment. He used his keys to lock the door, and placed them in his jacket pocket with his phone. The walk to the local CVS was ten minutes, and that was where he worked. He helped keep products in stalk and whatever. He also sometimes worked behind the pharmacy, even when it's technically something that he legally can't do. This town was too chill.

It was another thirty quite minutes before the first customer of the day walked in. Alex didn't really care too much to look up to see who it was, only listening to their footsteps as they wondered the isles. The magazine Alex had in his hands was some teenage girl one that talked all about celebrities. It's not that he cared, but he did find the drama entertaining. Eventually, He heard stuffing being dropped on the counter in front of him, and he looked up, only to grin.

"Let's see what we've got here this time." Alex stood up, taking the items and running them under the system.

"It's nothing out of the ordinary, I swear." The customer smiled in reply.

"Oh, I know, I know. Nothing like buying some duck-tape, head-ache meds, instant coffee, a Hershey bar, and what is this? What the hell do you need eyeliner for?" Alex laughed, placing the items in a bag.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out!" The customer replied playfully, balancing on the back of his feet.

"Alright alright." Alex shook his head. "I'm going to guess with the head-ache meds, chocolate, and coffee that a certain boyfriend of yours sent you over this early in the morning?"

"Rough night. He couldn't sleep."

"Then I guess you really don't need the duck tape." Alex said jokingly, pretending to take it back.

"Oh we've got plenty of duck tape at home for that!" The customer had no shame. "We just, kinda, well lost it. I blame the cat."

"Okay okay."

Alex waited for the customer to pay, and then handed him the bag. The customer took the bag and started heading towards the door.

"Oh!" Alex suddenly realized something and called out to the man. "Onity!"

"Yesss?" The man, whom looked back with a red and purple eye, smiled.

Alex took one of the small sour candy bars from in front of the desk and threw it at him, who caught it and placed it in the bag.

"If you're going to go out and get something for one boyfriend, you should get something for the other." Alex leaned over the counter. "It's on the house."

"Ah! Thanks!"

"No problem, bro." Alex watched as the man walked out of the store. He sighed and sat back in his chair. "No problem at all."

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His name is Tyler Trellis Crisson. His chest hurt. Alot. The world around him had turned grey and his limbs shook. He tried so hard to hold himself up with the wall, but everything was so heavy. His heart was dragging him down. It was his heart that hurt. His heart screamed silently, calling out for the void to swallow him whole. Oh god, why did it have to be now? Why couldn't he have been born normal?

His eyes darted around, fighting away the darkness and blurriness that threatened him. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of it. All the way across the room, standing there, staring at him, was him. It looked like him, only he was completely white with no real facial features, and he had four wings. On his chest was a symbol, but Tyler could not make it out. He'd seen him before, and he was scared of it. He had his ideas about it too. Was it death? And Angel? Probably an Angel. Mother always said an angel would be there when you died.

Tyler really wasn't sure what happened next, but he had closed his eyes, and everything went black. Or, it just went black. Or maybe time skipped. Or maybe a chunk of his memory was taken and he felt no time pass at all? He found himself back in color, calmer, resting on the couch in the other room. He heard movement, and looked over to see Onity. He was sitting on the floor with cup of coffee on the coffee table next to him. It wasn't his coffee. Onity didn't drink coffee.

"That for me?" Tyler began to ask, his voice breaking.

"No, it's for the angel." Onity replied, taking the coffee in both hands and lifting it up so that Tyler could grab it while sitting up.

"I saw it again. He was closer this time." Tyler frowned. He didn't really like it when Onity joked about Tyler claiming to see angels. The thing was probably a creation of his imagination, but it might as well have been a monster none the less, because it scared him.

"I'll protect you from him." Onity smiled. "Next time."

"Next time?" Tyler asked, sipping at the coffee.

"Mike found you this time and helped you calm down. He wanted to stay but his boss threatened to fire him if he were to skip out on today." Onity explained. "He was going to stay, but I got home and-"

"I don't want him having to go through months without a job like before. Thank you." Tyler finished.

"He said he'd call when he gets a break." Onity added. "He's really worried."

"I'll send him a text that i'm okay." Tyler said, and then began to look around for his phone.

"Already did." Onity motioned for the younger one to stay put.

Onity pulled out his phone and went to the messages app, showing the texts to Tyler. Tyler found that Onity had sent Mike a picture of him sleeping with stupid little hearts around the edges of the picture. Tyler also noticed the massive amounts of emojis that Onity was using. Onity loved to overuse the dumb faces and symbols. He scrolled up into the conversation a bit to realize that he'd pretty much seen it all before and that these two dorks were not holding anything from him. He handed Onity his phone back.

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The location and time is unknown, but somewhere, deep in reality and time, is a twelve year old boy. He's stuck, trapped in a web of time. A web of time that stopped him from ever returning out of that portal. Instead, he himself was cracked into many many different realities, and then shipped off to live them without actually living them. He's forced to watch.

His name is Unity and he is the personification of time.

It wasn't that this is the life he chose, but the life that was chosen for him.

His body is surrounded by little time dust mite things and they radiate light, and he's been long since blinded, but he doesn't need to see what is in front of him to see all the alternate universes he's gone on to live.

He can see Alex. He can see Onity. He can see himself as a depressed, abused man, and he can see himself as a father, and he can see himself even as a monster. He can see their whole lives and he can see the danger they are all in.

Time wasn't meant to have a mortal form, and once the time dust mite things have stopped radiated light, all of those different realities are going to crash together until the original stands, and then falls.

He's scared.

He wants to cry.

All he's ever wanted was to be happy, and something he, himself, has yet to experience was life to the fullest.

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