As I floated there frustrated, I took the time to float and pout for a while. You would think it’d be a glorious thing having two beautiful lovers, but instead it was oftentimes just an exercise is confusion. Sure, the moments of relaxation and passion was great, but trying to juggle both girl’s personalities and keep them both happy and satisified was a full time job. Before The Crackening, I used to read manga and watch anime which had a character with a dozen women always around and vying for his attention. The story made it seem like something to be desired, and something which every male would want.
The reality simply made you dead.
Repeatedly.
It truly was a frustrating experience, and I floated around, yelled, and took my time to vent. I cussed Isabella. I cussed Brandr. I cussed the stupid pants, and the stupid dog that was still playing there with Brandr in front of my corpse as if nothing had happened. (Of course, I didn’t cuss through party chat. If the girls actually heard me, I’d simply end up with more problems in the long run, so I simply vented and cussed into the nothingness that couldn’t actually hear or do anything.)
In fact, it was actually quite a liberating and relaxing period of time. I tried to kick Brandr, hit her, and poke her in the eyes, but always there was that pop-up telling me my skill wasn’t sufficient. It was a way for me to harmlessly indulge my feelings of frustration. I drew back and kicked the stupid dog…
DING!
Congratulations! You have successfully possessed a ‘Little Buster’.
What the hell!
The world changed all at once. I was down on the ground and looking up at everything around me. My perspective was skewed, and my head hurt. There was an incessant yipping and yapping in my skull and my ass was shaking from end to end while I was on my hands and feet.
Cloudme had went inside Little Buster, and I was seeing the world through his eyes!
“YIP!”
DING!
Name: Little BusterTitles: ToeslayerAge: 1Class: Spirit BeastLevel: ---CP: ---STR: 47SYI: ---WIL: ---DEX: 6MYS: ---PRE: ---CON: 77SPR: ---LUC: ---STA: ---HP: 12,897MP: ---SP: ---PD: 0DR: 99MR: 99
“WOOF?”
What the hell! This little mutt was stronger and healthier than all of us combined? And a 99 point/percent DR? I’m assuming that was damage resistance? With a 99 point/percent magic resistance? With over ten times the health of all of us put together?
Just what type of overpowering little bastard beast was this mutt?
And he was still a puppy!!
I may have to rethink my treatment of the little fellow and find him some more candy to eat if he wants it in the near future…
Brandr had stopped practicing and was tilting her head and watching me funnily. I guess Little Buster going from ‘wildly outrageous play’ mode to ‘just sit down and look stupid’ mode had confused her. Hell, it confused me as well – I’ve never possessed anything before.
“Woof a woo woof yip yip woof,” I told her while trying to explain. Apparently, when you’re a dog, you speak dog. All I’d accomplished was make her look even more confused, and to be honest, that actually suited my peevish personality quite well at the moment.
With head held high, I crawled over, sniffed at her leg, and then promptly pissed on her ankles. Take that! That’ll show you to toss my corpse in an urinal, to chop of my head, and to confuse the hell out of me all the time! Being a dog isn’t all bad!
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Wagging my tail, I yipped in amusement as I watched her face wrinkle in complete bafflement. Devil knows, that felt satisfying!
Yipping and slobbering, I turned and dashed across the rooftop and down the steps to rush headlong into the teacher’s lounge. Isabella was working one of the stretch-and-study poses that I’d gotten used to seeing her in, there on the floor near the couch.
Without hesitating, I dashed over, hopped up on the couch, lifted my leg and finished relieving my bladder. Devil knows it sure is convenient the way a dog’s bladder works! I wish I could pee on command like that all the time! I wouldn’t be brave enough to try it in my own body of course, but at least I could think about doing it!
Isabella blinked, sputtered, and then fell head over heels onto the ground with a crash.
She looked so shocked, angry, and confused, I yipped myself off the couch laughing.
DING!
You do not have the will to possess your target any longer.
It has escaped your control.
The world swirled, my head spun, and I felt like I was going to be sick. One moment I was rolling on the ground in a dog's body, the next moment I was tossed out and Cloudme was dragged through the wall, through the ceiling, and unceremoniously dumped back on the roof where I’d first possessed the little mutt at. My form was thin and weak looking, and I couldn’t even float in place properly.
Who knew a soul could suffer from a sickness?
Well, I can tell you for certain now that they can. Cloudme was sick. I was so weak I couldn’t even stay in an upright, human type form. I melted and oozed to the floor where Cloudme puddled up in a blob like Jello-Muncher.
When the fires consumed my corpse, I barely even felt the pain. I was simply that weak and out of it. When the firsts rebuilt my body, it wasn’t an intense pain of destruction this time. Instead, it was an intense pain which slowly made me aware of myself and my being once again.
It was a welcome pain this time, and I embraced it.
Without it, I think Cloudme might would’ve remained a blob on the floor for a long, long time.
Who knew being dead could even be so dangerous? I’d almost lost the ability to function at all while a spirit! I’d have to be more careful in the future!
But, all in all, it was a very satisfying death.
The damn pants were off me! They hadn’t been destroyed by the fire of my rebirth, which is amazing in its own way; they were simply lying on the rooftop all by themselves now, waiting for some other fool to pick them up and put them on.
I’d gotten to yell out my frustration. I’d even gotten to confuse, befuddle, and get a minor revenge on the girls for the way they’d been treating me.
I’d finally possessed another creature, and I’d learned that there was a lot more to the little dog than what I’d first imagined.
All in all, it was a very satisfying death.
Content, I simply laid back on the rooftop and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my naked flesh. Brandr had apparently left and went inside by now, and I was all alone on the roof, which suited me just fine for now.
I was simply enjoying being alive once again --and imagining the looks on the girls faces didn’t harm my mood any at all either.
And the funniest part of it all?
Little Buster is the one who’s going to end up taking the blame!
Life was good!