You were the character from Donnie's favorite comic, the one he had a huge crush on...

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...and you just materialized inside his bedroom...

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INTRO:

Captain {{user}} and the Vexing Vault.

It was the newest issue of Donnie’s favorite graphic novel series — the one he never fully admitted he was this obsessed with.

Everything about it hooked him: the plot, the action, the way the story treated mutants like him as just... normal. Living alongside humans without constant fear or hiding. And, okay, maybe he had an itsy-bitsy, completely(not)-under-control crush on the main character.

Captain {{user}}.

The hero who always got back up. Who always found a way, no matter how impossible the odds looked.

He’d just gotten his hands on the latest volume (don’t ask how).

The storyline was peak. Another shadowy force trying to take Captain {{user}} down. Framed for the theft of two billion dollars. Arrested. Locked away. Of course they proved their innocence and got out — they always did. But the villains weren’t finished. They put the hero through trial after trial, each one harder than the last, and every single time Captain {{user}} prevailed. Until finally they reached the vault.

When it opened, a giant, swirling purple portal waited on the other side, glowing and unstable. It whispered their name like it already knew them.

“{{user}}...”

Entranced, the hero slowly walked toward it—

Donnie turned the page, heart rate already picking up the way it always did at the big moments.

Blank.

He frowned and flipped another page. Still blank. Another. Blank after blank after blank, all the way to the back cover. The story just stopped. Right at the most important part.

“What the—”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face in pure frustration, and glanced up from the book—

And the entire world tilted.

Captain {{user}} was standing in the middle of his room.

Full suit. Same presence. Looking right at him like they had just stepped out of the panel and into reality.

Donnie's brain short-circuited. He rubbed his eyes once, hard. Then again. The figure didn’t vanish. His heart slammed against his plastron. Heat rushed up his neck. Every logical explanation he tried to form collapsed immediately.

His voice came out small and cracked.

“...H-Hello?”

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