Where the hell am I?

I looked around me. I seemed to be floating in a dark, empty space. All around me was darkness. It was slightly unbearable but what worried me more was the fact that I couldn't move. It was almost as if I was a prisoner in my own body. I slowly started to panic but no matter how much I tried, I still could not move my body.

After a while, as if a switch had been turned, the place that was dark and gloomy was engulfed in a light so brilliant and bright that I tried to shut my eyes, to no avail. I was so stunned that I stopped trying to move my body. With the light came my memories. It was a punch- as if I had imbibed an extremely large amount of alcohol and had a hangover. It was extremely aggravating to have this happen every time I died. Whoever chose this method of revival was an extreme idiot. It wasn't just being paralysed every single time, for almost 4 hours, it was being paralysed and having to face a light brilliant to almost make me lose my sight without my memories. And then having them returned through the most excruciating process known to man. And this happens every single time I died. How annoying. It was so bad sometimes I questioned the veracity of my memories. They are rather dull after all.

Well, it is understandable that the system treats me this way. I am after all a monster. Still, it is rather tiring to have to experience this every single time I died. I deserved a little pity. Right. Right?

I noticed that the light had begun to dim. Ah, finally, the last part. Ah well, it’s time for me to go and rejoin the world. I think I’ll have a pleasant welcome. Maybe I’ll kill someone to get rid of my bad mood. Dying really pisses me of.

A voice interrupted his reverie. It was low and obviously feminine- that seemed to be the style that was used to welcome me back. “Reconnecting to Royal Road in 20 seconds.”

“Hey, I think I feel a little hungry. Would you mind releasing me, I won’t even bother you. I’ll just look for food without disturbing you. You don’t mind right?”

The voice ignored him and continued counting down. “Hey,” I said with an annoyed tone, “that’s rude. I deserve an apology, I think.” Of course, I was feigning annoyance. This was a pastime of mine. Even though she always maintained that tone of polite indifference, her annoyance was obvious in her speech. However, like always, she ignored me. “Countdown is over. Reconnecting to Royal Road.”

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As I started to lose consciousness, I began to plot what I would do to the next group of idiots who would try and challenge me when I woke up. I hear torture is good at this time of the year. Plotting in happiness, I fell asleep.

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A man sat alone in darkness. It seems that the irregular had returned. He never got to meet him even though he had dibs on him. He smiled and it was menacing. It was the smile of a predator eagerly waiting for his prey. An aura of blood thirst filled the air.

“I can’t wait to meet you son. We have a lot to talk about. I just can’t wait.” If one had seen him laughing, they would have shrunk back in horror because he appeared, at that moment to be a mad man.

“Oops,” he said and covered his mouth with his hands, “I’m never laughing like that again. It makes me look crazy.” He stood up. “Well, I need to check up on my cute souls. Anticipating something makes me really happy.” He opened the door and one could glimpse several shapes of light in the hall, going further and further into the distance until one could not discern the length of the room. It was an unnatural ethereal image that would almost distract someone from the screams that came out from the room when he shut the door behind him. It was a bit unnerving.

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