As I lay, suspended in the void, only one thought floated through my mind.
I died.
I know that's such a cliche statement to begin with, but forgive me, I just effing died. At least my death wasn't cliche. At least I hoped it wasn't. See, I didn't get in a car accident, I didn't save someone heroically from a mugging, I didn't get raped, I didn't commit suicide and I get a deathly disease and die. Heck, I didn't even die of old age. My death wasn't exactly extraordinary, but heck if it was traumatizing.
See, I died because I was murdered by a classmate and friend at my University. I had started University at age 15, after a lifelong record of straight A's and one year of high school. It was my dream to get multiple Phd's, and when I had died, at age 15, my dreams were quickly crushed.
Getting back to the story, I was still getting straight A's in my class and had a, what I thought was friendly, rivalry with my classmate, Gina Dullov. We would compare test results and even help each other with homework. She was my closest friend. One night though, she was completely blackout drunk and started screaming at me. Earlier that day, I had beat her at a test, and she was furious. We started fighting, and before I knew it, she emptied 12 rounds into my stomach and chest using a gun hidden in her purse. It hurt like hell. Gina never even called the police. She just fled and left me bleeding out on the floor, and before I knew it, I'd ended up here. Wherever here was.
I didn't mind death much, if I were to be honest. Even as a kid I was never afraid of death, just of the pain that came before it. Now that I had officially died, I didn't mind the pain. It was peaceful here. Not quiet, for there was no noise, no air, but empty, just peaceful. For a while, or maybe a split second, I basked in the emptiness.
It didn't last.
Suddenly, an image appeared before me with a dull 'pop'. It was blue white, but translucent. It scared me. My peace was interrupted. I was scared. I was panicking a little, but I decided to look at the box. Maybe I could eradicate it. It was a simple white square, so I read the words displayed on it.
[WELCOME TO DESTINY GAME SYSTEM]
{please choose your first world}
- Naruto
- Harry Potter
- Doctor Who
- Fairy Tail
- Rangers Apprentice
- The Hobbit
- Umbrella Academy
- Percy Jackson
"wut?" I muttered aloud. "Sorry, but wut?" Reincarnation was never something I believed in as a child, or heck, as an adult, but you better believe I was gonna take advantage of this. I quickly shut up after realizing I sounded like Naruto in my own mind.
I moved my metaphysical arm towards the second item on the list. Obviously, the world of Harry Potter sounded amazing, but it wasn't even my favourite 'fandom'. my eyes focused on the phrase 'first world'. It wasn't my only chance to visit the other worlds, and I felt like I owed Harry Potter for making me fall in love with the fictional worlds. In my past life, I had read Harry Potter in 2nd grade, and It was my first major series of books. Plus, it was basically the least dangerous on the list, so it was a good first choice.
However, I could always come back to it, and Naruto sounded fricking cool. Pardon my fake french.
Before I could change my mind, I pushed the first option and the word lit up blue.
[A.N.: It's been a while since I've read these stories, and I've had a ball. Feel free to hate or w/e, as I literally cannot read these without cringing. I don't want to rain on anyone's parade, however, so, if you really like the premise of a story here, you can use the idea, continue the story, or even ask for a continuation/rewrite. I will be glad to oblige, and then subsequently link the new story. Anyways, thanks for putting up with/reading my prepubescent ramblings masquerading as stories.]