Prologue
Hello, my name is Devon Kingsley. Oh and by the way I died FML. But before that happens let's backtrack a bit. I’m currently 21 years old and live off campus in a kind of crappy apartment. I’m also senior in college, a programmer, and about to graduate, yay! I enjoy reading all types of fantasy novels, xanxia, and manga. I do enjoy watching the occasional anime when I have free time. But not like any of that matters anymore right since i'm dead right? Oh yeah you’re probably way more interested in the events leading up to my eventual death right?
It was a wednesday night and I remember making a list to go to the grocery store to pick up some bread, milk, eggs, so on and so forth. You know the usual things almost anyone picks up when they go shopping. Next thing you know as I was walking out my apartment complex headed towards my piece of shit car. Wishing I grabbed my jacket since it was chilly outside. I make it halfway to my car when I hear someone’s heavy breathing nearby, I shrug it off thinking that it's none of my business. Absent mindedly fumbling with my car keys trying to open my door I manage to drop them…sighing as I bend down to pick them up I see someones feet to my right. As I’m reaching for my keys, turning my head to get a better look at who's standing next to me… all I can make out is that they’re wearing a hooded sweatshirt before they hit me over the head rendering me unconscious.
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The next thing I know is i'm waking up in the basement of some nutjob, currently tied to some sort of table. From what I can tell there are at least three animal mask wearing individuals in dark robes standing around the table i'm tied to. I tried to scream, but only then realized my mouths been gagged and there's no way i’ll be able to make any noise besides my muffled attempts at screaming. Noticing i’m awake the three figures begin to chant in some mysterious language i’ve never even heard of.
‘Shit, shit, shit’ was the only thing I kept repeating in my head almost like a mantra besides ‘i’m so royally fucked’.
Once I could no longer hear them chanting that’s when I knew shits about to hit the fan because the person in a pig animal mask, to my right removed my mouth gag, brought out a knife from behind his robe then proceeded to raise it high above his mask. Right before he brought the knife down I heard one of them yell out “For Lord Chaos!” before the fucker in the pig mask yelled out the same thing and stabbed me in the chest...repeatedly...like a fuck ton.
Needless to say this is not how I envisioned my Wednesday night being, well is it even still Wednesday anyways since I didn’t see any windows where I was about to be...sacrificed?
Before I completely bleed out, lost consciousness, and eventually died I managed to give everyone in the room the middle finger all the way yelling “Fuck you!”.
Oh well, all the while my last thought was something along the lines of ‘I wonder if I might reincarnate, and if I do I hope i’m a panda because they’re awesome.