Well then, I finally decided to do this shit! Any guesses to who it is? It's a canon character, in case you're wondering. The title should sort of give it away though, and otherwise the wiki probably will... But I'll tell you next chepter. For now, enjoy~
Holy shit this was boring. I mean, I guess the ceiling was interesting enough; after all there were a bunch of drawings to look at and it was nice to train my eyes, but holy shit this was boring.
As if dying wasn't good enough, I had to be reborn. In France of all places. With my complete consciousness intact. Okay, time for a quick trip down memory lane.
Walking outside. Check.
Huge-ass truck. Check.
Distracting phone conversation. Check.
Basically, the recipe for death was ready, and I stupidly caused it to happen. Not paying attention, I turned to cross the road. And then I was met with pain, basically. And then I blacked out, not even having the time to register the fact that I was dying.
And then I woke up. And then I yelled. Loudly. I didn't even take the time to open my eyes.
I just died! Oh my god, I really just got hit by a truck! What the hell!? That hurt like a bitch, oh my god!
Even though I wanted to yell this, nothing but an ear-piercing screech left my mouth.
A high-pitched ear-piercing screech, might I add. When I heard that, I thought it was about time I opened my eyes, and-
Holy shit, everything is a bright and blurry mess! What is this crap! I did not agree to this?
And then I heard talking. I didn't understand a word of what was being said, but using my amazing skills, I deducted that the language spoken was French. The detective badge goes to me.
Bonjour motherfuckers, kindly tell me what the fuck is going on.
"Elle s'appelle Musette. Musette Solange." Woah there lady voice, I happen to know basic French. Who do you think you are, renaming me?
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Now wait just a motherfucking second! Am I being reborn!? What in the name of fuck!?
While I did not like this, something in the back of my mind told me that it would be fine. That was, as soon as I could actually do something. Which would be in a few years. In the meantime, I had to:
- Learn French
- Get control over this body
- Figure out who the fuck I am now and if I was important to history
I figured the last one was kind of important. Then again, I'd probably just do it for my own amusement anyway.
Hah, imagine if I was in some sort of tv show. Wouldn't that be funny. My life would magically turn into bad fanfict- Christ woman I was just comfortable!
This baby thing seriously takes a lot of getting used to.
And thus here I was, under an obnoxiously pink blanket, looking at the painted ceiling and trying to figure out what it was.
It's probably a fucking fish or something stupid like that. No wait, there's too much green for that. And I think I see pink. Fuck you, pink, burn in hell. I also see some blue, and a bunch of brown, and more pink blotches, and red blotches. Damn it eyes, work.
This is basically how I spent my first months. When around people, I'd try to decipher what the hell they were saying, and when I was alone, I was training my body. I had pretty quickly gained control over my hands and feet, and my arms and legs too, though I couldn't do much more than move them, really. They were too weak to do much else. And then I sat up, and I had a lot more training to do.
Being a baby was really boring. How babies got through this without becoming suicidal was a mystery to me. Then again, they didn't have the mind of an adult person so they probably didn't have that many problems.
Bored and hungry, I took a deep breath and let out a loud yell, trying to grab my new mother's attention. Instantly, she hurries into the room and picks me up - wearing a horrible perfume might I add. Is this woman trying to gas me or something!? I want food, not gas. Gas is bad for my health! Ugh, she never listens to my thoughts.
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That's why babies cry so much. All of a sudden having a body is a lot to deal with.
Thanks for reading~
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xx Deirdre Hikari