Reformed From Nothingness With Godly Powers

During the last school trip of Donovon Osterman’s Senior year of high school, the school had made the odd decision, and had the odd connection, to visit the Gila Flats Test Base, in the Arizona desert.

And during this tour through the facility, Donovon had quite the urge to use the restroom, as the boring man was lecturing to the group, he snuck away from them, as he began wandering through the building.

As Donovon was walking the halls, he heard the voice of an angry man, “Why the hell did they choose to let a group of kids in TODAY? Stupid decision, one of em’ll screw everything up. Who knows how?”

As the voice continued, so did Donovon, as he kept walking past the room, he eventually walked into an empty room, an odd vaultish door, and as he walked into the chamber, the door closed immediately after, leaving a perturbed Donovon to read the sign on the doors interior,’Intrinsic Field Chamber’, whatever that meant, but what drew his attention more, was the man on the other side of the absurdly thick glass of the door.

What he noticed wasn’t the immensely panicked expression the man had on his face, or the crying scientists beside him. It was the nametag of the man looking at him with remorse.

“Huh, Jonathan Osterman… Same last name…”

And with those stupid last words, the chamber began glowing an odd blue light, as lightning began sparking throughout the room, as the hairs over his entire body began standing on end, and zap, he felt a shock.

And again, zap, zap, zap.

As Donovon listlessly looked at his flesh being burned from his body with each strike, the panic finally began setting in, but it was too late, possibly for the better, as his form was instantly struck from existence…

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What did Donovon see? He saw nothing…

What could he feel? The same…

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After a week, a funeral was held for him. As he was looking on, horrified at the thought, thinking he was in some form of hell, he willed himself away, back to the chamber which had brought everything about…

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A month had passed, and as many of the members of the Gila Flats facility witnessed an odd blue skeletal figure appearing with lightning, they thought their sanities were fading, and, during one of those apparitions, the familiar Jonathan Osterman looked on, as the familiar figure reached his hand towards him.

The same figure that stared blankly at him before being blasted from existence, that’d haunt him…

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Three months later, Jonathan had resigned, as Donovon continued his apparent attempts to return to reality, but as he was in his odd state of non-existence, he felt the limits of what he could reach.

And it was VAST…

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A year after the incident, Donovon Osterman appeared in the halls of Gila Flats facility, though he was forever changed.

As he took his first steps in his reconstructed form, he looked around, one of the changes was apparent, as his gaze was nearly lifeless, wandering about the frightened faces of the somewhat familiar faces…

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“What am I?” A spectral voice asked nothing, as nothing could comprehend his words beyond sheer ignorance, as he asked again, “What am I?” He tried to cry, but no tears came, he tried to think, and that was far faster than before…

He tried to…

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He looked at one particular employee of the Gila Flats, a man in his late thirties, fearful of him, quivering on the ground, and as he looked around, at the chaos surrounding him, and he stopped it.

Not by leaving, or by calming them down… He merely stopped them all, effectively stopping time as well.

And then, he looked back at the man again, and after a moment, he could list the events of the man’s life like he’d just read through an entirely too in depth autobiography. He could recite the names of every crush and date he’d ever had, of every associate he’d ever met…

He saw too much…

It wouldn’t stop…

He saw the man’s birth, he saw the man’s parents looking at him lovingly.

He saw the man taking his first steps, similar to his own new experience, and he saw him going through school, through college.

And then…

It expanded?

He saw the thoughts of the woman beside the man, and her obvious disdain for his form, before going through a similar process as before, flooding his mind once again.

But that thought stayed on his mind specifically, as his previous indifference waned, and a grimace was brought to his face, his somewhat spectral form suddenly shifted, growing a foot taller, and looking nearly identical to a taller, light blue Ronnie Coleman.

And as his focus through her mind expanded, another thought he found brought a new feeling of shock to him. ‘Why doesn’t he have a dick?’