Art by @queenchikkibug
Kain wakes from his sleep somewhere he doesn't recognize, knowing full well that he might be in danger and some strangeness happening around him. He quickly comes to realize that things are more complicated than he thought.
This story was inspired by my friend suggesting that their Sona would make her own version of Wanda-Vision so I wanted to show Kain's perspective of it and how easily he would fall into his own living fantasy.
Here is the link to the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47837347/chapters/122436409
Also here is a snippet of the story:
Kain sits up in the bed with a start as he can feel his mutated spider-sense drag on some strange if familiar feeling and pull him from the fantasy running on repeat in his mind. With a wave of his arms, he tries to rub his head and clear the feeling of cobwebs holding back gears from turning, but also catching on something physical. Blinking in the bright light coming through the window, he looks down at his hands to see the faint whisps of something glowing before seeing it fade into nothing. He lets out a grunt before shaking his head, only now after taking a deep breath that he realizes that far more is wrong.
Looking around the room two things stand out in his mind, as the first being this is absolutely not his bedroom. Color and knickknacks scattered across side tables with band posters on walls along with charms hanging from hooks. A chest with some bits of clothing hanging out of it that he doesn’t recognize, along with a small table and mirror on the far side of the room. Everything screams out to him that he isn’t the only one living here and though he always sucked at the detective stuff it isn’t hard to know that the other resident takes a feminine side.
The second obvious problem is the fact that the colors of the room are wrong in a way that takes him a long moment to realize. Everything is in color, but it feels slightly off, not exactly matching to the colors he knows they should be, like an old technicolor film. Along with that he can feel something in his mind trying to feed him instructions, like being whispered the script to a film in your ear. Kain waves his hands around again to try and clear the feeling, but the technicolor and faint information drip-fed in his mind remains.
A deeper growl of annoyance leaves him as he gets up to glance at the mirror, wondering if anything else vital might have been changed. Luckily, he still sees his stormy blue eyes and bright fire red hair resting near his shoulders, even still having the scar across the cheek and up to his brow. Light freckled skin, though he can tell something is odd as he doesn’t see the usual bags under his eyes, his body feeling light and pain free unlike most nights. His body is still scared from years of fighting as Spiderkin with his telltale four arms, but it almost feels like something has been taking care of his body. Or someone.
Shaking his head, he finds a set of chestier drawers that have clothing to his size, though the style looks years old. A perfectly fitted button down with tight pants that look good on him, Kain has a moment of wondering what the hell is going on. The drip-feed gives him the next part of his script as he hears the doorbell ring the distance, automatically letting out an answer, “I got it! Might as well get up, missed the sun but might just catch lunch at this rate.”
He can hear a faint laugh in the distance, but his mind can’t put a face to the tone at the moment, still so caught up in the strangeness of the moment. Stepping out of his bedroom into a living space that he doesn’t recognize any more than the last, he can feel his directions being given. A part of him wants to push against the script, just break it all apart and see what is actually ticking under the surface, but he doesn’t know what he is up against. Better to leave the chaos until he knows where he stands at least, as he steps to the door and opens it to someone he never expected.