Test?

MM decides to test his ability, something small. He speaks aloud "I want to be extremely handsome" he states but nothing happens. "Make me handsome!" he exclaims and nothing happens. He stomps his foot down to be once again pissed off. "What's the point of giving me an ability if it doesn't fucking work?!?!" he exclaims with melancholy tone.

Before him appears a pink glowing light. "Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you how the ability works. You have to say 'I wish' and what you want out loud. Its that simple! Give it a go now!" and the pink light disappeared.

"I wish I was extremely handsome" he said and something sort of clicked in his mind. He went to the bathroom and looked at his reflection to see a devilishly handsome man staring back it him. It was still him, but improved in a variety of ways. "Holy shit it worked!" he exclaimed.

MM grinned into the mirror – not just any grin; this one stretched wide across chiseled cheekbones and showcased teeth that gleamed like polished ivory against his now perfectly sculpted jawline . His eyes sparkled with newfound confidence, a mischievous glint replacing the usual weariness they held before he'd stumbled upon reality-bending powers.

He ran fingers through hair styled to perfection – thick waves cascading down shoulders instead of its former unruly mop top; it was like looking at someone who had stepped out from between pages in his favorite fantasy novel. He felt a surge, not just physical but almost spiritual, as if this new form reflected an inner strength he hadn't known existed.

But then came the nagging question: what about that "equal and opposite change" warning? He scanned himself for any sign of something amiss – was there some hidden cost to his newfound attractiveness ? He noticed nothing immediately, but a tingle at the back of neck made him uneasy.

A wave of giddy excitement washed over Matt Mythos, his handsome face splitting into a wide grin even wider than before . He pictured himself drowning in riches – no more ramen noodles for dinner, no cramped apartment with peeling paint and leaky faucets; instead sprawling mansions on beaches he'd only ever dreamed of visiting.

"I wish I would win the lottery jackpot," he declared, savoring each word as if it were a spell being cast. "And be THE ONLY winner!" He added for good measure , relishing in his newfound control over fate itself.

A tingling sensation spread through him like static electricity before fading away. Nothing immediately changed – no sudden influx of money into bank accounts or flashing news alerts announcing the latest jackpot victor, but MM felt a strange sense of certainty . It was as if he'd already won , and all that remained were details yet to be revealed.

He decided to eat some breakfast so he heads to his tiny kitchen in his apartment and pulls out a bowl and spoon from the cupboard. And then Frosted Flakes from the shelf and Milk from the refrigerator. He sits on his couch as there is no dining room table in such a small apartment and turns on the TV. After munching a bit on the tasty and sugary cereal he starts changing the channel and while passing the news channel notices the jackpot has reached a whopping 1 billion dollars. He knew what he had to do and made plans to head down to the corner store "Quick-E-Mart" to buy one simple lottery ticked.

The enormity of that billion dollar figure hit MM like an unexpected wave, making his cereal taste even sweeter. It was a life changing sum – enough not just for himself but perhaps someone he cared about too; maybe finally help out those struggling family members who always seemed to be scraping by?

He shoved the rest of breakfast down with renewed fervor , a sense urgency bubbling up inside him. He couldn't wait any longer, had no time even if it meant interrupting his usual routine .

MM grabbed a tattered hoodie and tossed on some worn jeans – not that clothes mattered much anymore when he was this handsome anyway! - before heading out the door with purpose in each stride towards Quick-E Mart, which felt like an ordinary convenience store but now held within its walls, for him at least.

Once inside he rushed to the checkout counter to buy a lottery ticket. But the first twist of fate was woven.

"Sorry man, the machine is down. Sucks too with such a large jackpot. All I can do is apologize." The cashier shrugged.

His heart sunk. What the hell was he gonna do? The plan was so simple and yet falling away like a bad dream. MM started thinking about the various locations that sold lottery tickets and would visit another.

The next store was Gas-N-Sip gas station. Upon reaching the storefront he was shocked. It was completely automated now. The interior was stripped naked and new "do-it-yourself" machines were placed outside for you to buy your gas. "SHIT!" MM exclaimed.

Not giving up, he tries the local Supercenter Sales Club. SSC for short. Everyone has seen these places before. Buying items in bulk at discount prices all thanks to a membership you pay yearly for. MM goes inside and with luck he finds the lottery center and buys a ticket. "One lottery ticket please" he exclaims and the cute and young blonde cashier begins typing on the machine. A moment later after printing she asks for 2 dollars for the singular ticket. MM hands her a 2 dollar bill and she hands him the lottery ticket. "I hope you win handsome" she says. His eyes went wide, she had recognized his value thanks to his first wish.

"Well thank you pretty lady." MM responded with joy. Only for moments later a ratty looking guy rushing over and pushed MM into the counter. "You flirting with my girl asshole?" he angrily yelped.

MM stumbled back, momentarily stunned by this unexpected turn of events . The cashier's flirtatious comment had been a pleasant distraction from his mounting anxiety about securing that winning ticket; now it seemed to have attracted unwanted attention in the form of a snarling brute who looked like he hadn’t seen soap and water since last century.

"Look, man," MM stammered , trying desperately not to let fear crackle through him . He was handsome yes – but also aware that his new looks didn't automatically make up for any lack in street smarts or physical prowess when facing down a clearly volatile individual like this one.

The world tilted on its axis as MM absorbed the blow – a jarring crack resonating through his jaw that sent stars exploding behind closed eyelids. He tasted blood and felt a wave of nausea rise in response to this sudden ****; it was like reality itself had decided he wasn't ready for all-powerful destiny just yet.

He staggered back, clutching at bruised cheekbone as anger replaced the initial shock – an unfamiliar sensation that fueled his desire not only survive but retaliate against such unwarranted aggression. He’d never been a fighter , always preferring to avoid conflict whenever possible; this new power felt like more than skin-deep attractiveness – it was about control over life itself, and he wouldn't let some greasy thug steal away the opportunity for change.

The cashier screamed at both of them – her voice shrill with righteous fury that echoed through aisles stocked high shelves brimming potential purchases . "Get out! Both you!" she shouted , gesturing wildly towards exit as if they were unwelcome pests invading a sacred space.

Two burly security guards, looking like extras from an 80s action movie, materialized between them and exited with practiced efficiency. They didn't bother asking questions or trying de-escalate; they just moved in a way that spoke volumes about their experience dealing similar situations: firmly but without unnecessary aggression.

MM felt the sting of humiliation as much as physical pain, especially since he was being treated like common criminal instead someone who had simply been attacked for no reason. But even more infuriating than this public shaming were those lingering doubts gnawing at his confidence – Was it all just a cruel joke? Had that dream woman tricked him into believing in something impossible?

The guards shoved MM towards the exit, their grip firm but not painful. He stumbled out onto street, blinking against harsh sunlight as if emerging from some dark cave of despair.

Panic seized MM as a horrifying realization dawned on him – that precious, potentially life-changing piece of paper lay somewhere inside those sterile fluorescent aisles. It was more than just money; at this point, it represented his faith in the impossible dream he'd been chasing since childhood:

"Wait! I dropped my ticket!" He cried out to guards who remained impassive. "Please, it’s important – I paid for that thing!”

He gestured frantically back towards store entrance but they just stood there like granite statues, their expressions unreadable. It was as if his plea had been swallowed by the indifferent hum of city traffic outside.

His heart pounded in chest; he could practically feel those billion dollars slipping through fingers, vanishing into thin air along with any hope for a better future.

The logic was shaky at best – a **** attempt to cling onto hope in face overwhelming odds; perhaps he'd convinced himself that by purchasing another lottery ticket, somehow nullified the previous one’s potential fate. Like if its not in his possession, then it can't win, because ONLY he can win! Right!!!! But as MM sped down city streets, a manic grin plastered across his handsome features.

He scanned for any sign of salvation – a brightly lit beacon promising fortune and escape from this frustrating cycle: "Lottery," he muttered under breath like some kind mantra against despair, until finally spotting the familiar green awning with its bold lettering proclaiming “Highs”.

It felt almost too easy, a stroke of luck after so many setbacks. He practically skipped into store – a haven for those seeking solace in caffeine and sugary treats. The air buzzed faintly electric anticipation as he approached lottery counter where an older woman patiently waited behind glass partition.

"One ticket please," MM declared , his voice brimming with newfound confidence, almost arrogant considering the string of misfortunes that had led him here. He paid cash and tucked precious paper into his wallet like a prized possession.

MM's jaw dropped slightly as the elderly woman leaned across counter, eyes twinkling with an unexpected spark that belied years etched upon wrinkled face.

"Don’t forget to check those numbers," she purred in a voice husky like worn velvet, "And if you win big... maybe we could celebrate together?" Her smile was knowing; it hinted at secrets whispered behind closed doors and nights filled with laughter that echoed long after the last ember had died.

She tapped her finger against counter, leaving an imprint on surface as she continued in a conspiratorial whisper:

"Call me Ruby, sweetheart."

MM stood there frozen for moment – caught between shock of sudden attention from this seemingly harmless old woman and his own burgeoning desire to escape reality once more. The lottery ticket felt suddenly insignificant compared the possibility that he might have stumbled upon something even wilder than winning millions.

The heat creeping up MM's neck wasn’t just from the city summer; it felt more like a blush of embarrassment at being caught off guard by Ruby's advances. He mumbled out an awkward "Thanks, bye" before practically sprinting towards exit, eager to escape that charged atmosphere and its unsettling implications.

He couldn't help but think as he hurried through the parking lot: Maybe his newfound attractiveness wasn’t all sunshine and roses after all – it seemed like a double-edged sword with unforeseen consequences.

As MM walked, thoughts raced through mind : Was this just another test from the mysterious dream woman? Or was reality itself playing tricks on him now that power had shifted in balance?