p id="docs-internal-guid-e1db1d3b-7fff-c859-7cff-0891bf71ada4" dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;"strongii. how she is dead. /strong/p
p dir="ltr" Emmy Lee is not dumb./p
p dir="ltr" Emmy Lee is, however, dead. Six feet under, kicked the pail, soul missing, dead./p
p dir="ltr" Emmy Lee is unsure how to feel./p
p dir="ltr" She chooses to feel interested./p
p dir="ltr" It stems from her first discovery, she was indeed dead, yet alive. She remembered dying, yet she was definitely alive at the moment. She was alive and kicking, quite literally seeing as two unknown hands were attempting to undress her. Or dress her, her mind is so muddled these days it's hard to tell./p
p dir="ltr" In other words, Emmy Lee has been reduced to a helpless infant./p
p dir="ltr" No, she doesn't know how, why, or when. Or what, actually. What made this happen. Or who? She mentally adds the word to her ever growing list of questions./p
p dir="ltr" When Emmy Lee first made the great discovery, she didn't choose what to feel. She broke years of carefully laid out rules and screamed. She screamed until she was hoarse and pitches away from permanent damage. She screams as unknown faces and people grab at her, trying to be comforting./p
p dir="ltr" Emmy Lee had been scared./p
p dir="ltr" Her only consolation is she thinks she broke someone's finger./p
p dir="ltr" She felt so petty./p
p dir="ltr" And, in all honesty, you can't blame her. Going from an overlord (No, she doesn't have an ego… at least she thinks she doesn't) to a newborn pissing in her diaper is rather traumatizing. In fact, she thinks she handled the situation rather well. Her other option was to break her vocal chords and fling herself of the changing table, but she didn't. Or rather, couldn't./p
p dir="ltr" The only companion she has is her own mind, because the cloud covers everything else. Emmy Lee blames the cloud for her uncoordinated limbs and thick tongue. The cloud made her literally a baby. Not just in a baby's body, she was practically is a viewer in the body with the occasional moment of control./p
p dir="ltr" Emmy Lee is no longer interested, now she is disgusted. /p
p dir="ltr" She is disgusted by her weakness, her vulnerability, everything about this cursed body. She is disgusted by the shit that fills her diapers and the drool that falls down her mouth. She is disgusted by the way everything blurs inconveniently and her once muscled arms are so flimsy and soft./p
p dir="ltr" Basically, Emmy Lee has no clue how to feel. Again. All that progress down the drain… /p
p dir="ltr" There is a wretched cooing noise and a person that vaguely looks like a human cups her cheeks. Emmy Lee mentally sneers at how vulnerable this raisin-human crossbreed is being and quietly lists all the ways she could murder the insufferable thing as her baby-body giggles spit and spits out the gunk known as baby food./p
p dir="ltr" After few more minutes of baby self-loathing, the humanoid form is gone and Emmy Lee snatches control from whatever entity thinks it's amusing to make her watch as her own body shovels puke's new rival into her mouth./p
p dir="ltr" She clenches her hand and whistles as a quick maintenance test and begins the taxing task of journeying to the far side of the room and attempting to leave the room. The room where she's locked inside for almost three years. (It has actually been three hours, but when you've died, been stuffed in a different body, only able to control your body part of the time, and horribly bored, you're sense of time wilts.)/p
p dir="ltr" She grapples with the bottom of the door for a moment before forcibly ripping at it, feeling shreds of wood fall through her now bloody and sore hands./p
p dir="ltr" emBlock left, kick right, he wants you. He'll leave you broken and take them. He'll take them, he'll takethem, he'lltakethemhe'lltakethemstronghe'llkillthem-/strong/em/p
p dir="ltr"There is white, and it looks suspiciously like the glint of a blade. /p
p dir="ltr"She comes to with bandaged hands, a sore throat, and tear-stained face. Emmy Lee laughs quietly. She giggles and anyone would think it's a child being a child, but it's not. It's a grown woman named Emmy Lee who can't accept this world and is covered in hungry denial./p
p dir="ltr" For what she thinks is the first time, she lets the cloud obscure everything./p
p dir="ltr" /p
p dir="ltr"strongA/N- and that's a wrap! I'm going to keep this short, so maybe people will read this. If this chapter seems a little crazy and all over the place, that's to be expected. In fact, the next few chapters might be hard to follow. Our good ol' protag is in a lot of denial, and her mind isn't very developed. Nor is her body. Anyways, thanks for reading, Scant out! /strong/p