Disclaimer: I don't own MGQ, it belongs to its respective owners.
You ever have those moments where you could go back in time a tiny bit and undo whatever screw up you made? I think what just happened to me counts as one of those screw-ups but unlike other fixable mistakes, you can't take back this one. You see I was having a party with some of my friends back home. I was pretty depressed about another failure in getting a job interview, so figured to myself that getting some time to unwind would be rather nice.
The food was great, the drinks were great, and I was drunker than any of my friends. I was not one for alcohol, my accidental encounter with it when I was a kid turned me off from it. Let's just say that mistaking Beer for Pepsi left a bad taste in my mouth.
Also I kinda broke my neck while walking upstairs. That was honestly not the best moment of my life and was the LAST moment of my life. The only bright side was that I died rather quickly and didn't stick around to feel the pain of having my neck twisted at a rather unnatural angle…
I wonder whether it was a 45 degree angle or a 90 degree angle?
…..
Cut me some slack here, I didn't exactly have time to check what with the small amount of conscious I had left. I am kinda grateful that I didn't exactly have a slow death like some unfortunate souls do…
I'm getting off-topic and probably should stop rambling to myself in whatever purgatory I'm in.
Yes, purgatory.
I wasn't exactly religious but I can take a good guess at where I was at right now. Considering I'm not in some hellish fireplace made of Brimstone and the tears of the damned, I'm almost definitely sure I am not rotting in hell.
Funny, I'd figure my sins of looking at some Rule 34 would have done me in.
I definitely wasn't in Heaven considering most depictions of Heaven showed it as a virtual paradise for good folk and all that jazz. Unless in some weird twist of irony, my definition of paradise was a dark void. God, ROB, or whatever creator deity that's responsible for this must have a sick sense of humor.
Anyway, I stayed in this dark void for god knows how long. I'm pretty sure I lost my sense of time after a few hours, along with the general insanity of being stuck in the fucking void with nothing to do to keep me occupied but my own thoughts. As time passed by, I almost wished that I was in Hell.
I had even forgotten my last name and had almost certainly forgotten whatever family I did have. In case you're wondering my name is Jacob, or Jake for short if you prefer. Sorry I can't recall my last or middle name, but at least I had something to work with.
So as my sense of sanity started to erode from my very mind, I begin to pray. At this point I was desperate for ANYTHING new to happen. I remember taking pride in always trying to be optimistic, but staying in purgatory had wiped away a good amount of hope in me.
Then, a very convenient miracle happened in front of my nonexistent eyes. A twinkle of light I could see out in the distance making its presence known in the vast darkness. At first I thought that it was a hallucination created by my mind to plant some hope in me, but the light continued to shine like a star and eventually I caved.
I hovered to where the light was shining at. As I got closer, hope began to burn into my chest, giving me enough strength to quicken my pace.
Close…
Getting there…
I could feel warmth spreading throughout my soul, as the light got brighter and brighter. If I had a flesh and blood body I would be shedding tears in relief that I was finally getting the hell out of here. I was finally next to the light, without an ounce of hesitation; I reached my hand forward and grabbed it.
My whole world went dark and I faded out of the void.
It wasn't long before awareness returned to me. And what I saw filled me with glee. Shapes, Colors, an assortment of things I had taken for granted in my previous life were surrounding me. I also had feeling back in my body which was also a good start.
I looked in awe at my surroundings, while greedily drinking it all as much as I could.
Suddenly I heard a maternal voice affectionately call out someone's name.
"Luka, dinner's ready"
I was slightly puzzled considering the voice was coming from inside what looked like the kitchen. It also bothered me that the voice was calling out in my direction, and my name was most definitely not Luka. What was going on here?
What happened next completely startled me, along with giving me deeper understanding of the amount of shit I was in for.
"Coming mother!" A young boy's voice rang out from where I felt my mouth was. Shocked, I did not enough time to collect myself before I felt myself unwilling walk towards the kitchen. As a matter of fact, I didn't have as much control over my body as I thought.
I looked down, and noticed that I was small, like the size of a kindergartener. I also noticed that even though I was looking down at "my" feet, I could not feel "my" eyes shift downwards. My thoughts were racing at a pace that would make Light itself green with envy.
What the hell is going on!? Why can I not control my body!? How can this be fucking happening to me right now!?
And then realization hit me in the face.
This was not my body, I was not in that dark-black Purgatory anymore thank god, but I did not get my body back. I was too optimistic that getting out of the afterlife was going to make everything alright,that things would be all right for me in the end, that the status quo was about to return to normal. I had no idea where I was, I had no idea where or who my friends were along with no way of contacting anybody.
Most importantly…
My soul was stuck inside a kid's body as a free ride. I reincarnated, but did not do it naturally and perfectly, but in some half-assed manner. At first I was in a stunned horrified stupor, but soon my horror turned into…
I guess at this point, only one word could summarize my feelings on this complete and utter bullshit.
'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK'
"Mom, do you hear anybody screaming right now?" Luka looked around nervously. Seems like he can hear me though, not sure how to feel about that right now.
"No, why do you ask?" Okay, his mom cannot hear me. At the moment I was too embroiled into my rage to give a crap about that right now.
The young boy that I was stuck in called called Luka gave a conflicted look before shrugging his shoulders.
I could only hope could salvage something from this mess. One thing did keep bothering me though…
Why does the name sound familiar to me?