The Collection

Lars awoke face first on the floor. Groaning, he lifted himself up, clenching his eyes shut in an attempt to quell his spinning head. Opening his eyes, he looked down at his hands. Shocked, he reared back onto his knees. His hands, they were his hands. Feverishly, he roamed his body, pinching and squeezing every inch. Yep, he was him again; all back to normal; at least for now. The portal obviously seemed to have worked in that respect, but where was he? The portal seemed to have deposited him in some strange and alien place.

He was in cold, metallic room, surrounded by glass cases which housed objects and creatures that Lars couldn't even dare imagine. They lay in their transparent cages; snapping, clawing, crawling and slithering. One or two looked oddly human, though thier skin was purple and green and they looked at Lars with sorrowful eyes.

From somewhere within the maze of containers, a gust of breeze blew and Lars felt the cool air rush over his skin. He was naked, he realised. Embarrassed, he shielded his bare parts and looked about desperately for some clothes to put on. 

'The human body has always fascinated me' called a voice from nowhere

Surprised, Lars spun around, searching for the source of the words.

'Actually, everything tends to fascinate me' the voice was cold and slippery, little more than a throaty whisper. 'That's why I store it here, in my collection. Everything that the universe has ever created is stored right here, it is my greatest achievement.'

'So am I the latest addition to you're collection?' Asked Lars, and a shrill giggle echoed from the rafters.

'Perhaps....' it mused. 'Or maybe you'll find something here to your liking.'

'What could I possibly want from here.' Queried Lars, his interest piped.

'Anything' replied the voice. 'Everything...But you can only pick one thing. That is the height of my generosity.'

'Why though, if you so proud of all of this, why let me take anything?' But Lars received no answer to his question. Whoever the source of the voice had been, they were now gone. Regardless, Lars's eyes scanned the room. A collection of podiums caught his eye, seated on each one was an object, unique from all the others in the room. He felt drawn to them. His fingers twitched, preparing to grab.

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1. Lars picks Captain America's Shield
2. Lars picks Thor's hammer, Mjölnir
3. Lars picks Iron Man's mask
4. Lars picks Black Widow's electroshock braces
5. Lars picks a vial of Hulk serum
6. Lars picks Scarlet Witch's jacket
7. Lars picks Vision's Gem
8. Lars picks Starlord's Walkman
9. Lars picks Gamora's Godslayer sword
10. Lars picks a Groot sapling
11. Lars picks Rocket Racoon's tail
12. Lars picks up a Shield badge
13. Lars picks up Spiderman's mask
14. Lars picks up New York brochure
15. Lars picks the Infinity Gauntlet

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