The Passionate Stalker and end of a timeline

David knocked twice on the door, his mind replaying Franklin's words. Protect your mom this time. Make sure you have a happy childhood. He didn't know exactly what had gone wrong before, but he was determined to make things right this time.

The door creaked open, revealing a young Susan Storm. Her blonde hair framed her face, her bright blue eyes lighting up with excitement and… something else. David felt a flicker of unease as her gaze lingered just a little too long.

"Oh my God, it's You!" she exclaimed, her voice a little too enthusiastic. "I was wondering when you'd finally show up!"

David blinked. "You were?"

She opened the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. "Oh, absolutely. I've been keeping track of you—I mean, your adventures—for a while now. You're, uh, kind of amazing."

Oh no, David thought, realizing Franklin's cryptic warning had been about this very moment. She's a stalker.

Susan gestured to a table filled with neatly arranged tea and snacks. "I made these just in case you stopped by. Not that I was expecting you! Well, okay, maybe I was."

David stared at the table, then back at Susan, whose expression radiated hopefulness mixed with an intensity he couldn't quite place. He forced a smile, silently vowing to handle this with patience.

"Thanks, Susan. That's… very thoughtful of you."

As Susan beamed, David sat down, bracing himself for what was bound to be an interesting conversation. Somewhere in the void, he could almost hear Franklin laughing.

David sat awkwardly at the small table, trying to focus on the snacks Susan had prepared rather than her overly enthusiastic proximity. She had positioned herself very close, practically brushing against his side, her body radiating nervousness and affectionate energy.

"So, David," Susan began, her voice overly cheerful but laced with genuine curiosity. "What have you been up to? You know, saving the world, conquering the impossible… being your amazing self?" Her eyes sparkled, and her smile was just a little too wide.

David chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, something like that. But, actually, I'm here for something important."

Susan's demeanor shifted instantly, her face clouding with worry. "Important? Oh no… Did I—did I do something wrong? I mean, if this is about the time I, uh, 'accidentally' followed you to that event , that was purely coincidental! I was, uh… doing research!"

David blinked, trying to process the flurry of words and the blatant absurdity of her excuse. He opened his mouth to speak, but Susan continued, waving her hands animatedly.

"I mean, sure, I might have taken a few photos of you—purely for scientific purposes! And those were definitely not the ones I put in my, uh… inspiration collage… Oh God, you think I'm weird, don't you? Please don't hate me! I really liked you since the day we first met!"

David held up a hand, leaning forward to place a finger gently on her lips to silence her. "Susan. Stop."

Susan froze, her eyes wide as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her body visibly trembled, and then, much to David's increasing discomfort, she let out a soft, shuddering moan. "You're… touching me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's like a dream come true."

David stared at her, stunned, as a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. "Is this really happening? How am I supposed to deal with this?"

He briefly contemplated leaving, but the memory of Franklin's tearful plea kept him rooted to the spot. Against his better judgment, he decided to explain everything.

With a heavy sigh, he pulled his hand back and met Susan's gaze. "Look, Susan, I need to tell you something, and it's going to sound insane. But you need to hear it."

Susan nodded eagerly, her hands clasped together like a child being told a fairy tale. "Anything, David. You can tell me anything."

David took a deep breath and began. "I came here because of Franklin… our future son. He traveled back across time and the universe to warn me about something terrible.

In the original timeline, you… you didn't survive. Something went wrong, and Franklin came back to make sure I could protect you and ensure the tragedy doesn't happen."

Susan's expression shifted from curiosity to wide-eyed wonder. Her lips parted as she whispered, "Our son? From the future? We get married and have kids?"

"Yeah," David replied. "And he wanted me to stop a project you're working on—the Negative Zone Project—because it's connected to what happens. I came here to make sure you'd be safe and, well… to change the future."

There was a long pause as Susan processed his words. And then, completely unexpectedly, she lunged forward and kissed him. Hard.

David's eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, Susan pulled back, her face flushed and her smile radiant. "This is so romantic! A time-traveling son, a doomed future, and you coming to save me? It's like something out of the best romance novel!

David, I can't wait to marry you and have more babies! Oh, we'll be such a perfect family! I'll satisfy all your urges and we'll be always together... forever."

David opened his mouth to respond, but Susan wasn't finished. "And don't worry about Emma! She and I can totally do a threesome if that's what you want!" Her cheeks turned pink as she shyly averted her gaze. "I mean… if that's your thing."

David was momentarily at a loss for words. "Uh… that sound nic—" he started, only to be cut off as Susan leaned in to kiss him again, her enthusiasm undiminished. Despite himself, he found it hard to resist her passion. She was beautiful, after all, and her genuine affection was undeniable. Although how they came to be was pretty questionable.

When they finally broke apart, David gently held her shoulders to keep her from diving back in. "Susan, wait. We need to talk about the negative zone project. You have to stop it. At least for now."

Susan's breath was heavy as she nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Of course. If you say it's dangerous, I'll shut it down. No questions asked."

David exhaled in relief. "Thank you. That's—"

But before he could finish, Susan began tugging at his jacket, her hands slipping to his shirt. "Now," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "we've got more important things to do. Baby Franklin and his siblings won't be popping out by themselves...."

David sighed, resigned, as his eyes wandered to the corner of the room. There, barely hidden in the closet, he spotted a stack of posters and photos—of him. Some were neatly arranged, but most were crammed in haphazardly, as though she'd tried to clean up in a hurry.

He shook his head, a bemused smile tugging at his lips. Well, at least she's pretty, and she genuinely likes me. I liked her in the comics. Questionable fetishes aside, she's a nice girl.

Accepting his fate, David leaned in, pulling Susan close as her lips met his again. This time, he didn't resist. They tumbled onto the bed, and the world outside faded as they gave in to the moment, the weight of the future momentarily forgotten.

For better or worse, David thought, he had made his choice. And maybe—just maybe—it wasn't such a bad one after all. 

Unknown to David, the world around him was changing; the time branched into multiple lines, and things that were meant to happen moving away from their original trajectory. Unknown threats that should have supposed to lay dormant started awakening.

The universe is a vast and infinite tapestry, a ceaseless dance of creation and destruction, light and darkness. But at its edges, beyond mortal comprehension, forces older than time itself slumbered—bound by the very fabric of existence.

And now… they were waking up.

Deep in the cold void of space, where stars dared not shine, a world of writhing black tendrils pulsed like a living heart. Klyntar, the artificial planet forged from the bodies of countless symbiotes, had long served as both the prison and the legacy of their dark creator—Knull, the God of the Symbiotes.

For eons, Knull had slumbered , his consciousness drifting in a sea of endless nothingness. His war against the Light, against the Celestials who had defiled his perfect void with their wretched stars, had left him weakened. Betrayed by his own creations, his children had woven a cage from their own flesh, binding him in slumber.

But something had changed.

A ripple, an anomaly in the fabric of time. Something… or someone… had disrupted the great cosmic weave. Knull felt it like the faintest tremor in his bones. A shift in destiny. The Black Winter had stirred. The First Firmament had begun to whisper. The One Below All was watching.

With a slow, terrible smile, Knull opened his pitch-black eyes.

The symbiotes trembled in fear, their prison-world shaking as tendrils of pure abyss slithered from his resting place. Knull stretched his fingers, feeling the intoxicating surge of power return to him.

He had been patient, biding his time. But now, the universe had called for him once more.

And this time, he would not be stopped.

Beyond all reality, outside the limits of time and space, something ancient began to stir.

Before the multiverse, before even the first cosmos, there was only one thing—the First Firmament. The original cosmic being, the first and only universe, a being of supreme will. It had been all—until its own creations, the Aspirants and the Celestials, betrayed it. The war that followed shattered its absolute rule, birthing the first multiverse and condemning the First Firmament into exile, bound beyond the edges of reality.

For untold eons, it had waited. Watching. Seething.

But now, the bindings of fate had begun to unravel. The balance had shifted. It felt the hand of something else meddling with time, twisting events in ways that should not have been possible.

The First Firmament's prison trembled. Cosmic energies crackled, cascading across the void in violent arcs.

And then… a whisper echoed across existence.

"The Multiverse… Will Fall…"

The First Firmament was waking up. And it would not rest until all that had been built in its absence was undone.

In the infinite depths of the Below-Place, where only despair existed, the entity known as The One Below All stirred in amusement.

For so long, it had been chained beneath the true foundations of reality, the counterbalance to The One Above All—the supreme entity of creation and light. They were two halves of the same whole, forever in conflict. But The One Below All had always been patient.

For every act of creation, there must be destruction. For every force of life, there must be decay.

The balance had always been maintained. Until now.

Something had changed. Something had defied destiny.

The entity's form, an ever-shifting abyss of green and black, churned as its whispers spread through the Green Door—the endless cycle of death and resurrection that bound all things. Its influence seeped into the fabric of reality, touching minds, tainting souls.

"He thinks he can rewrite fate… how amusing."

The One Below All turned its attention upward, beyond the Below-Place, toward the throne of The One Above All.

"Perhaps it is time I tip the scales myself."

With a single thought, a ripple of corruption surged through the cosmos. A herald would be needed. A voice. A vessel.

The worldbreaker would soon hear its call.

Far beyond the known universe, in the lifeless expanse of a void where not even gods dared to tread, a terrible force began to stir.

The Black Winter—the cosmic force that heralded the death of entire realities—had been thought destroyed, consumed by Galactus in a final act of defiance. But death, true death, was never meant for such a being.

The Black Winter was not merely an entity. It was the end of all things. It was entropy incarnate, the storm that devoured entire universes.

And now, for the first time in countless eons… it chuckled.

Darkness pooled like ink, forming something akin to a mouth. A pair of luminous, malevolent eyes flickered open, peering through the void.

"My time has come once more."

The storm began to churn, growing larger, stronger. The echoes of collapsing timelines, fractured destinies, and rewritten fates had reached even this place.

It was a sign.

Something was interfering with the grand design of destruction. Something was bending the flow of reality itself.

The Black Winter grinned, its form swirling into the shape of a shadowed figure—one that bore an eerie resemblance to David.

"Fascinating… let's see how this little anomaly plays out."

And with that, the devourer of universes began its slow, inevitable march toward existence once more.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away, An indescribale being watched with amusement as the chaos unraveled. "So, he has altered the flow of fate? How interesting for a mortal being. David Faust, what an interesting creature. He might be a good pawn to test my champions. Maybe, he will even be worthy to face me himself one day." The being laughed , his laughter resounding through the beyonds.

Each of them had been awoken by the same disturbance—a shift in fate, a change in the great pattern.

And at the center of it all… was David.

A mortal wielding forces that could reshape the multiverse, now entwined in the designs of gods and devils.

Whether he knew it or not, his mere presence had set into motion a conflict that would shake the very foundations of reality itself.

And the true battle for the multiverse… had yet to begin.

** Official end of Volume 2 and reboot of future timeline to change some plot holes and future events , Not like DC however. An important chapter to show a glimpse of future villains There will be a break for a week or two as I reorganize my thoughts. To be honest, I started writing this mostly to change my writing style and practice skills, but the popularity has gone beyond my GoT fic which I started writing earlier than this. So I have decided to improve this story a little. 

Also, as I mentioned before, I have written the first chapters of my original novel, so i'm focusing more into that currently, as that will be hopefully my best work yet. So give it a read as you wait for volume 3, you won't be disappointed. See you guys in a week or two. **