Hello, I am The Beast-King Beyond The Wall, also known as Fox! With the end of GoT, and me finally getting off my ass and writing something i have decided to have a go at the ever fun "Self insert in Westeros!"
In all seriousness it has been some time since I've written just about anything, and i honestly don't think im all that good a writer, but i decided to post this because, eh, why not. I mean have this account, might as well use it! That being said while i am open to criticism unless i make a massive mistake in Lore, and with how big GoT is that is a probability, i will not be making changes to what i write. What you see is what you get.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this with exceptions of my own characters and make no profit from this.
Getting run over by an out of control Semi at the age of 18 was... Not how I planned to die. I'd have rather died in my bed at the age of 100 or something. Run over or not it was pretty quick so I didn't feel any pain, so that's a plus.
Now upon death I expected... I don't know, Pearly white clouds and golden gates? A large field of flowers? Certainly not an expanse of nothingness and a pair of armchairs, albeit comfy ones.
I was sat in one chair, and girl with short black hair, blue eyes and a plain white dress was sat in the other. Despite the fact I probably towered over her standing up I could all but feel like she could crush me without any effort.
"Benjamin Quuin, Human, Dimension-Zero-Zero-One, destined to be here... Never." She said staring at me, her voice lacking any inflection but also sounding much, much older than she looked. Did I mention her face was also expressionless? Cause it was and it looked creepy... Like a doll or something.
"I assure you I am no doll. I am an Observer of the Worlds. Call me L'archiviste Noir, or just Noir."
"D-did you just read my mind?!"
"Yes."
Wow, talk about blunt... I shake my head and look at her again. "Okay, so where is 'here' and how come I'm even alive?"
"This is the void, the gap between existence and non-existence. And you are not alive."
"But I'm her-"
"Being here dose not mean you are alive, it merely means something has gone wrong for your fate. You were supposed to die at the age of 93, gunned down by an armed robber during a trip to restock your Kitchen's groceries."
Is that meant to make me feel better?!
"No."
"S-stop reading my mind!" I snap, growling in frustration. I bury my hands and breath, trying to think. I was... Dead. Just like that. No more talking with my friends, my family...
"... You said I wasn't meant to be here..." I finally say, looking up.
Noir gives a small nod. "Correct. Your death was unexpected and as such you now have a choice. Pass onto the afterlife... Or be shuffled along to a new world."
Shuffled along? The hell does that mean?! "What do you mean shuffled along, you just said I'm dead."
"Yes, but restoring your body and you to life is a simple matter. And before you ask, I can not return you to Dimension-Zero-Zero-One, to much time has passed, you body identified and buried."
O-ouch... "... Where would I end up?" I ask, uncertain about what to do.
"I do not know. This is a rare but not unknown phenomenon, once you are in the world I will contact you one last time to inform you where you are. I will also grant you a gift if you accept."
"Oh I accept! And what sort of gift? Like an item, weapon or power of some kind?" I ask, my voice slightly sarcastic.
"Correct. Which would you prefer?"
I stare at her, only slightly surprised at this... What DID I want...?
"A power... I want to... Be able to create and control Ice and Fire."
"That is more than acceptable. In fact I will grant you not just Pyrokiensis and Cryokiensis but also Electrokinesis." Noir said, waving her left hand in a lazy manner and I felt something deep inside of me shift.
"Not only do you have the gift but upon appearing in you new world you will have a basic understanding of how to use them, though more complicated and esoteric application of these powers will require work on your part."
Sounds kinda like Shard Powers from Worm, now that I think about it.
"A not inaccurate analogy. Good luck in your next life."
I THOUGHT I SAID TO STOP READING MY MIND!
I blink, my vision blinded from how bright it is. A second later the cold hits me and I shiver, rubbing my arms tightly. I thought I knew what cold was like, but this... This is nothing like what I know, it's a bone deep chill that I can feel permeating my entire frame.
I look about, squinting as my vision slowly returns, seeing that I'm in a snow filled forest, seemingly barren of life.
The cold winds bite again and I wish I was wearing something Warmer-
fwoosh!
HOLY SHIT I'M ON FIRE, HOT, BURNING- And... I'm not burning? I blink, staring at my flame wreathed arms in wonder. My skin resolutely fails to blister and bubble, becoming ash and charbroiled. Even my clothes are unharmed, and the snow I was standing in has erupted into steam, the snow further out melting into boiling water the runs around my boots.
As I stare at my form I can feel the flames, flickering and twisting over my frame and know if I do this, and with a twitch of some mental muscle the flames jump off me, forming into a hovering sphere before me.
"Holy shit... This is awesome!" I grin, cackling like a loon, yelling when my phone's ringtone sounds, the sphere winking out of existence as I loose control, fumbling to pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and open it, the cold already rapidly returning. Once done I see I have a single text from an unknown number and open it.
Benjamin, the world you are in is most appropriate, given the powers you asked for.
Uh, what?
The only advice I can give is go south, and try to get past The Wall.
The Wall? Wait... Oh don't tell me...
Unless you wish to be killed and reanimated as a Wight by the White Walkers, as i believe dying once was enough for you, no?
... Fuck. My. Life.
Special Shout-out to my Discord Buddies Ratatoskr_Smite and Renceps59 for giving me feedback and letting me bounce ideas off of them, I Love you guys! And please, remember to Read & Review!
