Odd.

He felt warm. Cozy. Sleepy. Which was why it was odd. Was he not just killed by the electric chair?

This is what made the current situation so shocking.

Pretty standard confused person questions.

Unfortunately, there was no reply, only silence. Silence and a gentle warmth surrounded him like a blanket that seemed to fill every nook and cranny until he was entirely enveloped.

It was so cozy. Too cozy. He couldn't fight it much longer. Sleep was encroaching on him, darkness creeping into the fringes of his mind.

And so he stopped resisting, giving in to the sweet temptation of rest.

-.–…–.-

He was awake once more. He found that the call of sleep this time was farther away, no longer right on the edge of his mind. He would have more time to think this time around. More time to ponder and guess.

…

Nothing. He had nothing. No obvious reasons stuck out, so he was utterly stumped.

It could be literally anything.

He wasn't really dead but just put into some kind of high-tech brain canister thing.

Maybe he was dead, and this is the afterlife. Sandman sleepy hell is what it would be called

Perhaps this is an isekai scenario where he was inside his mother's womb, and outside there were a bunch of magical monsters, wizards, and dungeons.

That last one was implausible, but he was just spitballing here.

Perhaps he should try to move? Genius!

He began to move, wiggling his limbs back and forth. And he hit something. Something quite hard.

Well, that got him nowhere, and now he was sleepy again. Deciding to try again another time, he fell to sleep.

-.–...–.-

He could see. This time he woke up, and he was able to see his surrounding. Unfortunately, his surroundings were pitch black. So good fuck all being able to open his eyes did him.

As he was cursing his luck, some movement interrupted his thought process.

It was as if… As if there was some kind of object moving around next to him.

*Crack*

That was a cracking sound. Was he…

Was he a bird? Did he reincarnate as a bird? Or was that just a really crisp chip that someone was eating?

Deciding to do a bit of investigation, he began to flail his limbs around again. This time, his limbs immediately came into contact with the hard surface. It was as if whatever he was inside of became smaller. Or, he became bigger. Most likely the latter now that he thought about it.

He could already discount some of his previous theories. It seemed that he was indeed alive, much to his excitement. Alive and growing inside of an egg. An egg. Which sadly means that he is a bird. Or perhaps a lizard, he didn't fucking know.

*Crack* *Crack*

The egg next to his kept cracking, and soon he heard a voice. The voice was dampened, but he could make out the general sound of it. The voice was, for lack of a better word, weak. Also, definitely human, but not English. Which just brought up another question.

Was he a pet bird? Like a chicken or something?

Then came the wailing. The sound of the cracking intensified alongside the wailing. Human baby wailing.

He was so confused. Where was the cheep cheep, or hiss hiss?

The wailing eventually subsided as it got further and further away alongside that other person doing the ‘talking to a baby’ tone of voice.

This whole situation was just confusing and tiring. So, he went back to sleep and put the theories aside in his mind for now.

-.–…–.-

He was awoken another two times by the cracking sound of eggs hatching. Each time he was awoken, his own shell felt tighter. And right now, it was too tight.

It seemed that his time was nigh. He would be hatching soon.

It may have seemed like the eggs were hatching far apart timewise, but he felt that that wasn't the case. His internal clock told him he should hatch within a few days of the first one. At least, he hoped. It would suck if his internal clock somehow got messed up.

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But without further ado, he pushed with his legs and arms. The tight shell around him began to crack. Through the cracks, cold air wormed its way in and brushed up against his skin.

Wanting the process to be over quickly, he gave one final push, and the egg cracked.

He fell onto the surprisingly soft ground. It was pillows as far as the eye could see, which wasn't that far as everything in the distance was very blurry.

Looking down at himself, he noted the lack of feathers or scales. It seemed that he was a normal human baby. Two legs, two arms, no junk.

It seemed that he had lost his manhood, his pride and joy. His twig and berries. The family jewels and the royal sceptre.

It seemed that he was now she.

But. In the grand scheme of things, not really that big of a deal. She could still whack bad guys over the head, that didn't change.

One other thing of note was that she was white. Not just caucasian white, but white like a sheet of paper. Weren't babies supposed to be pink?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands lifting her off the floor. That was when she saw the man she assumed must be her father. Despite looking so large right now, she noted that he looked thin. Her father had olive skin, black hair, and soft brown eyes.

He spoke to her in that same baby tone of voice with the strange foreign language. She honestly had no idea what language it was. It sounded like Chinese, or was it called mandarin? Didn’t matter, because it wasn't that language. Also, the language sounded slightly Japanese.

It must have been a new language. She didn't know any other language than English, but she was exposed to many different languages, so she could tell it wasn't a perfect match for any of them.

Learning an entirely new language is a mountainous task, indeed. But hopefully, that baby brain will soak up this new knowledge like a sponge.

Her father carried her to a new room. The hallways passed in a blur, and she couldn't get a sense of direction of which way was which.

She was soon swaddled in warm fuzzy blankets. But the warmth would not make this gnawing feeling in her stomach go away. She was hungry, some would say ravenous. So she did what a baby was supposed to do, cry. Although, she wished that she could just communicate normally. The shame of crying for food was almost unbearable. Key word, almost. Because she was fucking hungry!

It seemed her father seemed to get the picture as soon, a bottle was shoved in her face. Although she was curious why there was not a boob shoved in her face, she readily accepted the bottle. After all, drinking milk from a boob would be, VERY, fucking awkward.

She sucked and sucked until the bottle was dry. After her meal, she let loose a small little burp. Her father smiled and had a little chuckle.

If she was being completely honest, she didn't get the appeal of babies. In fact, she disliked babies. They were gross. Point in fact, she might have just shit herself.

Judging by her father plugging his nose with his free hand after he put down the bottle, it was confirmed. She just shit herself.

As she stewed in her dislike of babies, her father began the process of cleaning up.

No. No. She must stay strong. This is another chance at life, she had to savour it. Although, that did get her wondering. Does everybody reincarnate? And into human eggs no less? Ok, she doubted everybody reincarnated into human eggs, that just seemed too whacky. How does a human even lay an egg?...

She decided then and there that it was not worth thinking about.

Moving on, she was carried into a different room and gently placed into a wooden crib. The wood was odd. It was very light in colour, bordering on white, and was filled with knots. She knew her knowledge of wood was a bit lacking, but that shit definitely wasn't normal.

She guessed that this just confirmed her suspicions she was not on earth. There were also other hints. She couldn't see the light source directly, but it seemed to flicker like a candle. In which case, it was most likely a candle, not some high-tech stupid candle mimicking light. Also, there was a distinct silence. There was none of that electrical hum that most people just filter into the background noise.

So there she lay, looking up at her father gazing down at her with a smile on his face. This… Was nice. Her previous family were absolute scum that had to be wiped from the face of the planet. She dearly hoped that this family would not turn out like her other one. In fact, she would make sure of it. She would lead them down the right path and KILL all those who wanted to tempt them into treachery.

Just thinking about all the new nasty people she would be able to obliterate caused her to smile and a little giggle escaped from her mouth. Her father seemed to agree with her as he also smiled and let out a little laugh as well.

Yes, father. He must understand. That the evil must be killed in its entirety. These thoughts just made her giggle even more until it reached a fever pitch. She had whipped herself into a frenzy, lost in her own thoughts of killing bad guys.

Her giggling was interrupted when something strange began crawling up the bars of her crib. It was no animal she had ever seen and didn't even look biologically capable of living. The thing had four bands, two black and two white, revolving around a sludge-like black and white mass. The sludge-like mass looked like it was constantly morphing, sharp spikes would pop out, other times what looked like wings. And the colour in the sludge was moving, each of them trying desperately to strangle one another.

It kind of reminded her of the yin yang symbol, but it did not look harmonious. It seemed unbalanced and cruel.

Her father obviously took notice of it. He seemed afraid but still reached down to pick it up and hopefully throw it away. But then the thing opened its eyes. Along the four bands, multiple eyes opened. Each eye was white, and in its center, instead of an iris and pupil, it instead had what looked like a splatter of ink.

Her father halted his hand for some reason. He looked between herself and the thing with his brow creased. Then, he retracted his hand.

The thing rolled closer. She tried to break away from her position, but her limbs were weak and uncoordinated. All she ended up doing was flailing her arms and legs a bit.

Soon enough, it reached her. Its tendrils reached out from underneath the bands and pulled the thing into her mouth. She breathed through her nose as the thing forced its way into her mouth. But soon enough, she stopped breathing altogether, as the thing forced its way down her throat.

It was a sickening feeling. The thing's tendrils constantly pulled it further down, even as she began to black out from lack of air. When it arrived around her chest area, it seemed to sink into her flesh towards the back. She could feel its tendrils wrap around her spine.

Then something odd happened. Even odder than this whole situation already was. It seemed like some new kind of space was created around her spine. The space was there, and yet it wasn't. It felt very odd, like having an extra arm.

Finally, the thing fully sunk into this new space, and she took a large gasp of air.

She might have overreacted. Perhaps the lack of oxygen and near-death experience was to blame. But for fucks sake. Her father just stood there and looked on as all this happened.

She looked up at him and was slightly surprised. He was shaking, and his eyes looked wet. He then proceeded to pick her up and hold her close to his chest and pat her on the back.

Well… Perhaps she did overreact. Who knows, this might have been a good thing. But this world was for sure fucked up. A world where little psycho monsters crawl into your mouth? Like what the fuck?!

Following through on her thoughts, she began to inspect this new space.

That already brought her to a screeching halt. How could she inspect the space? It wasn't like she could see it. And yet she could see it?

This… This was too much. Her brain was hurting just trying to figure out what was going on. It was too much. She was getting tired. Very tired.

So very…