Sarah Craze, nicknamed Crazy Sammie, had yet to reach class when it happened, one second she was standing, the next she was hurtling towards the steps. She felt a shove from her side and, in the scant few seconds before she began tumbling she shouted, “F*ck you!” while in her mind she whispered, Oh F*ck. Even with her abnormal physique, one which had allowed her delinquency to soar in the school, a three story roll down the stairs wouldn’t be pretty.
As she felt each thud and smash she did not respond elegantly like a rich young lady; instead howling like a banshee before an old man’s death. By the time she reached the bottom she was quiet and her vision had faded, showing blurry figures around her fallen form before turning black and entering her head.
In her mindscape it was embarrassingly empty, if she could have she would’ve bit her thumb and meekly murmured, “Shoulda studied more.” Yet what is done is done and, for now, she would have to suffer being a mindless fool. Irked she kicked the ground and, out of nowhere a glowing lady appeared with her eyes closed. Her pure look was almost celestial and Sammie gawked for a moment before shouting like an ogre,“ What are you doing in my head!”
The lady remained silent, unmoving until out of nowhere she jerked. Rushing forwards she went to grab Sammie’s arm forcing the two onto the ground. In this vulnerable position Sammie watched, surprised, as the assailant bit her arm tearing out a chunk of flesh which dispersed into motes of light. Yelling in pain she tried to punch the insane cannibal but instead ended up with her arms locked. Facing the crazy b*tch who still had her eyes closed Sammie did the only thing she could at the moment, she bit back.
Taking off a few fingers, which were surprisingly like biting through carrots, information entered Sammie’s mind. But before it could be digested she took advantage of the reeling attacker and punched her, successfully this time, right on the nose. Unexpectedly there was no familiar crunch, instead it just compressed, making the still shining girl into a bright voldemort. One after another she landed punches and kicks making sure to not lose momentum. As her body flowed into these familiar movements she began to ponder.
Where are we? Why is one of the “we” a goddamn crazy f*cking weird ass cannibal? Am I a cannibal because I bit and seemingly(?) digested a human finger or two? Does it matter right now? Realizing that none of these mattered until the person she was beating up was suppressed she looked in front of her. “Oops”, she had caved the head in without realizing it.
Checking the now probably dead person Sammie watched as the lady, bruised all over, turned into dust. Yes, she turned into motherf*cking dust. Sitting down in contemplation Sammie came to the most important and relevant thought of the day, “I still haven’t had breakfast.” In response to this the newly departed soul of the poptart crushed underneath her tried to call out, wailing as loudly as possible; it still failed to reach its owner's ears.
And then, out of nowhere, she woke back up with stunned and gagging students watching her arm. She looked to the side where they all were staring and a bleached bone stained red looked back. All she said before fainting was, “Sh*t, my parents are going to kill me.”
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
Up above in the heavens and clouds a master Transmigration God was beating up a newly graduated Transmigration God. “You forgot to disable the original body's soul, look what you’ve done! You can practically hear her yelling as she beats up the transmigator!” “How was I supposed to know”, the pitiful newbie called back. “You graduated at the top of your class from Slithering Dragon University in the celestial capital and you didn’t even know transmigrated souls need to eat the original one to gain the memories! What are schools even teaching you guys anymore?” The old man sighed, his voice both angry and sad. Looking at his woeful boss the intern did not correct him by telling him he graduated from Slouching Dragoon University in the outskirts of the celestial capital.
Waking up in a hospital bed Sammie had no time to review what had happened because, unsurprisingly, her arm felt like sh*t. “Where be my drugs!” Her mind called out loudly, knowing how unlikely it would be to receive a dose after sounding like an addict. Straining her face to decrease the pain, as it was the only thing she could strain without feeling even more uncomfortable, she looked like she was constipated and trying to sh*t out the pain.
Fun fact, it didn’t work, and instead her already worried/aggravated parents walked in on their daughter seemingly acting like a youth who had yet to be potty trained. “What are you doing Samantha!”, her mother Thea Craze called out. Instead of answering she just grunted out “pain”. Her father Brandon Bach (Kept his last name in an attempt to retain some masculinity, didn’t work) tried to, and failed to, console his wife.
“Just because you feel pain doesn’t mean that you can lose your noble aurora, Samantha.” she said, annunciating the TH at the end of the name. Personally Sammie just calls her TC, short for tough c*nt, and her father BB, short for Bottom B*tch, you’ll see why in a minute. “Honey, she just broke her arm, shouldn’t we at least allow her to have some pain relief medication. ”, BB tried to convince TC, and instead received a smack on the back of the head followed by a, “Don’t you honey me, she’s already a delinquent so why should we give her drugs.” Her dad just shrank back like the BB he was.
After that Sammie’s mom came over and, like the TC she was, gripped her daughter's arm, the bad one. Grunting in pain Sammie listened as her mother said, “I’ll give you medication if you promise to start attending your classes, nod if you agree.” Sammie heard the word, “PROMISE”, that one was a doozy. Her family took those way too seriously for their own good. When it came to them you either promised and did it or didn’t and did whatever, but no way in He*l could you promise and then go back on your word. That would get you on their sh*t list, a place no one wanted to be.
Back in the old days when the family ruled the region with an iron fist that would either get a man’s thing cut off or a woman's thing sewn shut, you get the idea. Nowadays, that was illegal, so of course her family would just use legal means to f*ck your life up, no need to get their hands dirty. Still, a broken bone hurts like hell and in Sammie’s pained stupor she made the wrong decision, she nodded.
Clicking her fingers Sammie’s mom showed that she too could be a BB, only instead of a Bottom one she was a Boss one. At her behest numerous doctors entered in a controlled fashion administering sedatives and preparing for surgery. Sammie blacked out after that.