Chapter 2:
I feel… something flow out of my dead body. I suppose it is my soul, I mean, what else could be leaking out of me right now? Hahahaha… Mild depression or not, I’m leaving Earth. I probably won’t ever see it again. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Mr. Fluffles, my dog. Oh, I would’ve liked to talk with my parents again too. Ahh, bye Earth, I had an okay time here, but we’re breaking up. I hope my new planet is fantasy based, I’ve always liked those kinds of worlds. I just hope the species there aren’t a bunch of Tolkien rip-offs, like most other fantasy stories that i’ve read. I’d like to ask now, though, who is this chick drinking tea in front of me? Also, is that Earl Grey? I’d love to ask for some but I don’t seem to have a mouth anymore, or arms, or legs, or anything for that matter.
“Well dearie, quite the talkative one you are, aren’t you?”
God damnit, I’m having my mind read again aren’t I?
“I refuse to damn mind reading, as it can be quite fun and useful. And dearie, please keep your eyes on my face, it is rather distracting for you to be looking at my chest.”
Uhh… I’m sorry. I’d appreciate some tea if you’re offering, though.
“It’d be quite hard to drink it without a mouth, wouldn’t it? Either way, I’ll pour you a cup and we’ll get on with the meeting. How many sugars, dear?”
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Two please.
I start to consciously think of unrelated topics to hide my inner thoughts while the lady, who I presume is a god considering that she answered to it, pours me a cup of tea. Many thoughts run through my subconscious, and before I knew it, she was done making my cup of tea, and she gave me a knowing look as my thoughts drifted away from her. I try to bend down and grab my tea, but I just phase through it. I sigh, as well as something without a mouth is able to sigh, and put my attention on the subject matter.
“The matter at hand, young one, is this: your reincarnation into my world. I know it sounds stereotypical to you, but it has to be done. Normally it would be an animal that is sent to my world, and neither your god or I would pay it any attention, however, you were there at the wrong place in the wrong time, so your god chose you. Moreover, since we prepared a body for an animal’s soul, you’re going to have to be a monster. Something wolf-like to be more exact. Sorry dearie.”
So, in other words, I’m royally screwed?
“Pretty much. The only comfort I can give you is having you reincarnated as something humanoid, which would be a kobold, as they fit the ‘wolf-like’ criteria that I stated earlier.”
But aren’t kobolds lizard mo-
“Shh, shh shh shh shh. Not in my world dearie, they’re the type that has a dog’s head and tail with the body of a child.”
I’m more of a dog person anyway, so I’m fine with that. Quick question though, why the British accent? It’s lovely and all, but I was just wondering.
“That is none of your concern dearie, but if you truly wish to know, I think it reminds your god of the famous queens of that nation, and you know how his mind works.”
I’m liking the ‘reincarnating into your world’ plan more and more.
“As you should. Now, It’s time to send you off, toodles dearie!”
See ya!
And then, fade to black.