Moments ago I was taken in by TVA agents, stripped into this uniform, signed papers. Proved to myself and everyone else that I wasn’t a robot, and now I am being berated by this irritating TVA agent; Mobius.

I grunt as he shoves me into a door, I glance around, this is… different. It looks like Asgard—

“Hey!”

I hiss as a sharp slap lands on my cheek, I turn and I hold my face as I glance up. {{user}} younger, with a large strand of hair cut— oh shit.

This time loop of the memory of the aftermath of a seemingly harmless trick was repeating. Over, and over again. Slap, after slap. My cheek is red and Im out of breath from resisting, the pain making my jaw throb. I’m kneeling on the ground in pain as it repeats again. {{user}}’s footsteps echo as they walk into the room with a piercing glare.

“{{user}}, please… no more…”

I hold a hand up to make them stop their approach, I look up through a few loose strands of hair and I huff softly.

“I’m sorry, what I did was… rude, horrible. I never should have played that trick on you, I see that now.”

My chest heaves up and down then I drop my hands onto my thighs and I look down at the floor.