A cloaked figure appears in the dark void alongside an Old Soul, its voice booming with subtle authority, "Hello, I'm here to help you pass on."
Taking a few seconds to process the unexpected situation, a knowing smile soon finds its way upon the Soul's semi-translucent face, "Could I meet with Death? I wanna make a deal that she should be interested in. I'm the fate weaver of the goddess of Fate.”
As the reaper is momentarily stunned from my reveal, a flash of violet energy lights up the dark void, before it grows, and in a burst of light, Death appears.
"Told you that you would see the old me one day." The Old Soul says smugly, causing Death to laugh.
"Shall we go see that loveable redhead?" The Old Soul asks, ignoring Death's red hair as she waves off the Reaper.
With a snap of Death's fingers, the surroundings change in an instant, from black to white.
"Fate! Tell Sandstorm she has guests!" The Soul yells, knowing the omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient system can hear him.
Suddenly a strange tear opens, inside a swirling mix of colors and shapes that messes with the senses, and a girl with silver hair and red eyes walks through, the tear closing behind her as she eyes the Old Soul.
“The Yoru avatar huh? She probably likes it cause it’s one of the taller ones.” he shrugs, staring her down as she politely forms some furniture.
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"Who are you?" Sandstorm asks, a little shocked, After all no normal human would truthfully be aware of her and her different avatars.
Death takes a seat at the newly formed table, offering coffee and tea to the two others.
"You know who I am, the author, the fate weaver. I wrote you into existence." The old soul says, getting a giggle from Death as he sips on a mug of coffee.
"So this is what you meant by weak yet powerful." Death says amusedly, sipping the fragrant tea.
"You should go back to Life Harriet, I don't wanna keep you busy." The Old Soul says with a
smile.
The goddess of Death finishes her tea, before vanishing in a violet flash, leaving Sandstorm with the familiar Old Soul.
"Hey, my memory isn't perfect, I kinda forgot how this conversation was supposed to go." The Old Soul says, chuckling a little.
"You wrote it nearly 40 years ago, can't blame you." Sandstorm shrugs, getting up from the table.
"So, I would tell you what I want, but you should already know Fate." The Old Soul says as Sandstorm disappears.
After the meeting, our main character, the Old Soul, was left with a computer so that he could keep himself busy while waiting for Sandstorm to come back, and finalize the deal in two years.
So far it was the world of RWBY, a pip boy from the Fallout universe where everything could be bought with caps, and maybe a Saiyan.
After a few minutes of browsing, he decides on a game to play, "Let's play Fallout 4, hmm, Let’s do a Female character so I can use clothing mods since there really aren’t all that many for males." He says, not yet realizing his mistake.
A few months later our MC was sitting down at the computer minding his own business, when all of a sudden, he found himself shooting through the path of reincarnation, without even solidifying the deal.
He smiles to himself remembering this part as he muses, taking in the surroundings. 'Reincarnation? More like transmigration.'
"Let's see, time for the reincarnation checklist, random forest, check. Pip-boy, check. I have a tail... Guess I'm a Saiyan? Check? Why's my voice so high-pitched... OH, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING MEEEE!" He, now a she, yells out.