There have been many tales of transmigration, of lovely gods and goddesses, of pompous allies and enemies, of loyalty, betrayal, and farcical plays to turn otherworlders into chess pieces, playthings, and scapegoats, into heroes, soldiers, and saviours. What if what summoned wasn't benevolent? But also not coated in lies? The self absorbed gods and goddesses, the all powerful creator gods making up for mistakes... These are all seen in the light, and many cast shadows, but where is the tale of the being summoned by something from the shadows? Something deemed heinous and vile to existence itself, but just as natural to the order of the mythical as the gods and goddesses themselves? Today we see what happens when something Eldritch decides to be whimsical and uncaring, but refuses to debase itself to lie, what will be will be, it knows it, speeding it along with a pumpkin seed is just a curiosity. Nothing more. This is the tale of Jack, his start, and his attempt to survive and do something that's supposed to happen anyway, whatever that may be.