I'm writing to practice my English (not my first language) and to train writing itself, sorry in advance for any bad English that surely will appear.
Inspired mostly by Yellowness from MidasMan.
Naturally, I don't own Overlord.
A skeleton, there's a skeleton in front of me.
"I will create her for you."
A skeleton wearing a black mantle that is talking an unknown language in a sad tone.
"Like you dreamed with me."
Ok, weird, maybe I can just talk, this can't be death, that's just a stupid folklore. Hello, what's your nam-
My mouth doesn't move, neither do my arms or legs, what is going on?
"Like you would want to create."
(The voice doesn't match the body. It 's too human.)
Shit, shit, that can't be happening, did this thing drugged me? Not even my eyes move, I can't move anything. Wait stop you stupid skeleton, don't leave this room, free me now.
He left the room.
I want to leave it too.
…
I've been looking at some form of castle-like hall made of stone bricks for some hours. It got boring really fast, even with the superb quality.
Is this a prison? Why is this happening? I don't understand.
…
"I know that he's in mourning and all, but I think that even us can agree that this is a little creepy." a goat-like humanoid demon said to a knight wearing silver armor.
The knight sighed.
"He just wants to create a character that she would like. You know that she wanted to play with us."
"His dead sibling." replied the devil. "He wants to create a NPC that is the 'heiress' of Nazarick to his dead sister, where he can look and talk to her everyday."
"This is not different from talking to a grave Ulbert-san, she was his only family. "
(Their voices don't match their body.)
"Hm, when you put it like this it sounds reasonable." the demon sighed too, "That still sucks, these two deserved better"
"They did, they really did, she was a good girl." the silver knight moved, "Let's go Ulbert-san, he wants to grind some data crystals."
Suddenly, they left the room and I stared at the wall again, staring at the same halls of stone that I have been staring at for days.
(weeks? months?)
And I could do nothing but stare, for I couldn't move my arms or my legs, my chest or my hips, my eyes or my mouth; and I wonder if there will be a day when I can move from this prison.
…
3567,3568,3579.
I stopped, tired from counting..
This is my punishment? My personal hell? I didn't think that I was the type of human who deserves such treatment, but again, I suppose that no one does. Was it the illegal downloads? The heresy and unappropriated jokes? Or maybe it was just because I never got out of my way to help strangers?
(I don't know)
…
This is not fair, no fair no fair, I did nothing that justified such treatment. Nothing.
…
41002,41003,41005.
Ah.
I made a mistake.
1,2,3.
…
They are talking again, that weird language that sounds like japanese (but why would it be japanese). They are changing some screens, playing with a hologram too far away to comprehend. It would be nice to understand what they are talking about, but even this is better, it breaks the monotony.
The three beings then looked at me and my body started to change. I could feel myself getting altered, my entire being getting remodeled, my bones and flesh getting destroyed and recreated as different things. And it was painful, too painful, but that's fine (it's not), it breaks the monotony.
They left.
I want them to come back or to not be tortured again?
(I don't know)
…
45328,45329,45330.
Why me? What did I do?
45331,45332,45333.
They are back.
I don't know if that's a good thing.
These weird light panels appeared again and their voices seemed excited while looking at the screen, maybe something good happened to my jailers too?
After some minutes they finished playing with the hologram and their eyes moved anxious to my direction, the skeleton clicked in his hologram and I could see myself in a materialized mirror-
A gelatinous anthropomorphic monster composed of brain and green jelly was looking at me from the holographic mirror.
That's not me, that's not me at all, what the fuck is that shit, what in hell.
And with another gesture, I could feel that something had changed. It hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts stop STOP
NO NO STOP STOP WHAT DID YOU DO STOP STOP
I understand them now. It is some weird japanese.
"So it worked Momonga-san?" (Momonga-san?) The silver knight asked the skeleton.
"Let me see, let me see" The skeleton looked at a new interface, "Ah it did, look here."
"Shit, no way, which stupid dev thought that this was a good idea." Said the lovecraftian horror.
Their voices don't match their body.
"I don't know Tabula-san but I'm not going to complain." Momonga (?) giggled, "It's exactly the race that she would want."
"Well I want it too, tsk." the creatur-, Tabula replied. "Shit, if I only knew about this before."
Momonga, Tabula. Their voices don't match their body.
"Don't be like this Tabula-san, your build is pretty good" said the knight, "and besides, as cool as it sounds I don't think that [Ancient One] is good at PvP, it can't truly die sure, but neither do any player."
"Who cares about PvP, this is peak role-play." said Tabula and sighed, "It's too late to cry anyway, finish this Momonga-san so I can create her appearance."
Their voices don't match their body. They sound like humans, game-like interfaces and words, no no no that can't be happ-
"Thank you Tabula-san, Touch me-san."
Wait wait, p-please, I will do anything, anything plea-
I miss the monotony.
…
At least I'm not a humanoid brain anymore.
…
I feel different.
The mirror now has a cute petite girl, maybe 13 or 14 years old, she has a pale white skin, long ebony black hair in hime cut and glowing red eyes.
That girl is not me, I just saw what I truly became some minutes ago. It was not that pretty.
They mutilated my soul, gave me a monstrous body, and distorted my mind. I should feel terrified, I should be angry, I should crave to destroy everything that they love.
I do not.
Whatever they changed in me now made me almost indifferent, bored even, to my torture, no, no it's not a torture.
(If I could move my body now, I would be smiling)
It's an opportunity. What are some years in hell to achieve heavens for eternity? No, it's not a torture. And besides, this is not hell, just a little obstacle, a little bit of suffering.
Wouldn't you agree with me? Ainz-sama?
(I know now)
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520.981, 520.982, 520.983…