Part 1
It was dark, so dark. I was in a cramped space, squishing my body in a tiny place...where was I? I wasn't kidnapped right? I tried to move, tried to crack open, but the wall was sturdy as hell.
What the hell? Where the hell was this?
I... there's no way someone who would bother themselves to kidnap me, right? I wasn't from rich family, no ransom guaranteed. In fact, dare I say I was dirt poor. Juggling from one job to another, yet all of them were just job with very low payment, oftenly mistreated and underestimated, tried to apply for decent and permanent job only to fail due to either not meeting requirements or lose to someone with connection. Well, one time I got one decent job, but I screwed it so bad I got fired just after two months.
Stupid, stupid me.
Did I screw up once again, this time against yakuza or some rich kids, causing someone to hire someone to kidnap me? Should I panic? This called for panic right? But, there's something strange here. Why did my body feel weird? Like strangely small and disproportionate? And very much naked? And some strange protrusions in my back? This didn't make sense!
Uh...? What? Why did I feel something weird in the back of my mind? Like wanting to kick something? Huh? Why did I want to get out so bad? I wanted to get out, but it never felt this intense, like I was desperate for something!
Fuck! I was so stressed out, might as well kick something to vent!
Crack!
Huh? I can crack it open? Just now? How about earlier? I couldn't crack it at all!
With new vigor, I keep kicking until light cone out. At that, a yelp can be heard from outside. A panicked, shocked yelp.
Great! I was truly kidnapped!
Squinting, I tried to peer outside, gazing at the interior of a room, seems like in living....room? The heck someone kidnapped me and held me in a completely normal living room? What about basement? Huh?
"Guuu!...uah?!"
I... can't talk?! There's nothing blocking my mouth or airway, but why I can't say help?! Did someone damage my vocal chord?!
"ERRE FERLA TEHELA?!"
What? What did that person say? I squint my eyes to what is in front of me, and found someone standing, with a brush, and...maid outfit? She stares at me so intense as if I was a ghost.
And,shortly after, some people began entering the room. The first is a tall brunette man in his...late teen? He came into this room with clearly panicked expression, carrying a sword... really? A sword? The second is coming much slower, with just walking instead of running. A blonde beauty, with bulging belly... pregnant? But she looks like she's in her teenage years?
The heck?
And they are staring at me with bulging eyes, shock, confusion....and amazement in their eyes? Oy! I'm not some celebrity!
But seriously, what the heck?! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
Part 2
Okay, I'm starting to believe I'm dreaming right now. I was cramped inside something, someone programmed my mind to start rampaging inside it, only to be greeted with normal looking living room and a clearly shocked giant maid. And now, two giants are cradling me, playing with me with amazement. Didn't they just have a bit of argument just some minutes ago? Now they're fawning over me!
And my body...my poor body, is cery small right now. They're not giant, I am just as small as puppy! My hands are pudgy and puffy, clearly that of a baby. I'm now a baby! But, why I got out from a cramped space? That's seemingly looks like an egg? My hands still indicated that I am human! Well, aside from the strange things I fells in my back, that made me think it's a pair of wings.
This must be a dream!
Everything here just looks like it's a fever dream! Turning into baby, coming out from an egg, three people, one carrying a sword, the other is a victorian maid, and that blonde woman looks too young to be a housewife! But why does everything feel so real?! My sense of touch, the smell, the noises.... everything!
This doesn't make sense! My head hurts! Seriously, this dream feels too realistic!
While I'm in mental turmoil, the trio are still staring at me in amazement, studying me for every detail. I'm now placed inside a cribs, small one intended to hold one baby. I look around, now I'm in a bedroom, quite wide with white painting.
Those three....do they never seen a baby? Well, I'm a baby who came out from an egg. But, still, it's uncomfortable!
Seriously, this feels weird, everything is weird here. Does someone drugged me, making me experience this weird dream? Weird people, weird circumstances, and weird language! I can't understand a thing that they said! It's complete gibberish!
The only words I can make sense are Zenith, Lilia....and Paul? Even then, it might just be parts of other words that are completely nonsense.
Fuck, I feel headache!
This whole thing is complete nonsense to me, I hope I can wake up quickly after this--
As if on cue, the pregnant blonde teen--woman approached me, extending her hand. Woman? What are you doing?! You want to hold me? I...can you do it safely while pregnant? I know this might be a dream, but I can't help but worry!
Making sure I don't stick out my legs to her belly, she places me between her arms, cradling me like a baby....well, I'm a baby now. But this is....wait, what are you gonna do?!
Wait, don't stick your chest to me! H-hey, why do you remove the thin clothes covering your breat...you offered me to drink your breast milk?!
THE FUCK?!
The other room occupants only stare amusingly, as if this is amusing to watch. When I try to dodge the pink bud that approached my mouth, when this woman forced me to....
Those two, they only chucked at my useless attempt. When this woman tries to bring my head closer in annoyance, the man just sneered and said something to the woman who tried to breatfeed me, seemingly teasing her, earned an annoyance glare from one and a giggle from other.
Fuck you two! Help me goddamnit!
Part 3
Okay, now that I have calmed down, let's think the possibility of me reincarnating....or just dreaming.
I'm now in a ridiculous situation. Coming out from an egg, three people who look like they are from mediaval time, the fact that I had just been breastfed, and other fact that everything just seems too real.
If I'm dreaming right now, I should had woken up by now due to the amount of stress I have built, just as always! And all of my senses are strong,not dulled like in typical dream! It makes me think that this is real. But other possibility suggest that I'm in coma and my brain tries to cope with it by giving me a seemingly realistic dream, but honestly I hope it's not the case.
But, is that even possible? I know there are some beliefs that taught their believers reincarnation, but I didn't think it's real!
But, it's fine I guess? Definitely better than laying dead. Or damned in eternal hell. Or....
Nope, stop that, me! No point thinking about useless things. Just make use of this second chance to the fullest. Even if I'm no longer human, even if I'm a baby all over again, even if I'm forced to--.
Okay, old habit. Definitely hard to die. Maybe some god took pity to me, maybe it's just some magic shenanigans happening and I was caught in it. But let's hope there's no tyrant, evil cult or god-damned demon king for me to defeat. I don't want to play hero! Seems like a hassle to me.
I has a good moral compass, but no way I risk my life for something like that! Well, maybe when I'm strong....
Tch, old habit die hard. Always overthinking.
I now lay in a cribs, staring at the ceilings. Looking at the surrounding, seems like I'm in a family with decent income. Not fancy, but definitely not in poor condition. No cable nor any electronic...yeah, maybe this is indeed mediaval world. And seems to be fantasy one too, seeing myself is not a human.
I look around. This bedroom is rather small, but not suffocating. It has one bed, but not occupied. There's a wardrobe too, just besides the door. And on it, a mirror is attached.
Laying on my back, turning my head to side, staring at the mirror. Specifically, at the figure reflected on it.
A pudgy baby...with white hair and golden eyes stares back at me.