What is death? Is it when your heart stops beating? Is it when your brain stops functioning? Or maybe you only truly die when all evidence of your existence fades into oblivion. Whatever death may be, for our protagonist, it was a bullet to the dead.

(BANG)

He didn't have money, had no power, nor did he have fame, but he made the most of what he had, and sometimes that's the best you can do. However, either by fate or due to his bad luck, his afterlife is not going to be easy. Now, sit with us and watch this story unfold before our eyes.

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As the pain from his splitting headache and the ringing in his ears died down, sight slowly began to return to him. The whole world was blurry and his eyes could only open by squinting, but it was still enough to tell that he wasn't in the same room anymore; that, and the fact that he couldn't move.

What... is happening?... I... did die... right? This isn't my living room... it's too bright...

And just like that, he's back to being unconscious. Completely unaware of the changes that higher powers were making behind the scene.

Eventually, he wakes up with a little more clarity in mind,

... Where am I?... How long was I asleep for?... I've got to get up, but everything is so blurry... Wait, why is everything blurry? I don't remember both of my eyes being bad... heh...

After taking a moment to assess his situation, the joke quickly sours as he realizes what that implies.

Oookay this might be bad, being mostly blind can only mean two things. I'm either in a hospital bed, or my plan worked. I can still see, at least. But with no way to observe my surroundings safely, I'm not exactly inclined to go anywhere. I don't think I could if I wanted to anyway. I can feel that I'm restrained, not by metal or leather, but by cloth.

Straining his eyes, he manages to see a little more than the blinding light above him. At the edges of his vision he can see the outline of a brown, square shape and at the bottom center is a weird orange blob. Despite his best efforts, he can't see much.

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Dammit! This light is to bright for me to see anything! It's starting to piss me off.

Deciding that he has nothing better to do, he tries to break free of his restraints, quickly finding out how difficult that was going to be.

What? Why, is, this, blanket, so, HEAVY!! I know, my arms, aren't, that, WEAK!!

After finally breaking free of his fabric prison, he immediately notices a few things. The first being his orange, fur covered arms, causing him to flip out.

Ha hah-"WHAAAAAAH?! WAHBA PHAAAAH?! WHAIM AI ORANG?? WHAIM AI HOE AIREE?!" (WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY AM I ORANGE?? WHY AM I SO HAIRY?!)

After a few more moments of panic, he manages to compose himself enough to think properly.

OKAY! Okay, okay. So, one thing is for certain. I am not human anymore, because of course I'm not! Why would I be human again? Damn thinking bias.

After taking a minute to calm down, he starts to slide into the mindset he likes to call, "fantasy brain".

Alright, so I'm not a human anymore. That much is obvious. But that also means that I don't have the same biology as humans, yet my physiology is almost the same. As far as I can tell, the only additions to my body is this fur, what I can only assume is my muzzle, and...

Heraises his arms and touches the top of his head. Feeling two folds of cartilage.

Yep, two pointy ears. This is so weird, I have fox-like traits but despite this I have a humanoid form, the only thing I can think of that fits this criteria is a Kitsune... Did I get turned into a furry?

*CLI-CLACK*

Before he could get too lost in thought, he heard the sound of a door being opened. From the blinding light a giant, looming presence appears with a shade of red that definitely wasn't human. But before he could make a sound, the red shadow started to speak with a noticeably feminine voice,

"God dammit, they couldn't have done this in the morning?"

Due to the mixture of surprise and shock, our protagonist was simply to stunned to speak. Out of all the questions that started swimming in his mind, only one stuck out the most.

Am... am I a baby?

When the mysterious figure picked him up, he realized just how small he actually was. The ground now looked like it was so far away, but he knew in his head that it was only 5 feet at most. The figure turned around and walked inside the building with him in tow, closing the door behind them. Shaking their head, they speak to themselves as they continue to walk, "Seriously, at this rate we might as well be labled a daycare with how many people are simply dropping their kids off."

This was a big revelation to our protagonist. He only knew of one other place a bunch of children would be if it wasn't a daycare.

Forget being an infant, I'm an orphan? ... Fuck!

Passing by one of the rooms closest to the stairs, he catchs a glimps through the door that was left open, inside was a bunch of white boxes neatly spaced from one another. His eyesight isn't that great, but with the context that he can gather it wasn't that hard to guess what they were.

... I would say God dammit, but I think I'm the damned one here...