skinnydude911: I like where this is going for Takei, but that is a lot to wake up to after being reincarnated into a coma patients body. But it can't be that bad with a busty cyclops nurse trying to make him comfortable and safe.
The "werewolf" doctor he freaked out about... is that RANGA from That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime?!
I do enjoy seeing how All For One was probably the cause of your SI's situation and how when he tried to explain what happened he just says it like he can... by being blunt about it to the cop.
Re: I'm amazed more Isekai protagonists don't have a freak-out. I certainly would, which is what makes it so much fun to finally write a Self-Insert; I can be true to myself instead of crafting an OC and all his reactions, from-scratch. But yeah, a good nurse, in my opinion, is someone who genuinely cares for her patients and doesn't treat it as "just another job".
Yes. Unashamedly so since right-before I'd been watching Slime Diaries.
I love all the intrigue I'm weaving, that's always fun; and yes, waking up in a weird place in a weird body with some weird Inspector Gadget wannabe grilling me when I didn't commit a crime… Yeah, I'd be pretty steamed during that interrogation too.
Harleking31: Hey, Just because mc is Quirkless doesn't mean it can't be op
Sure they won't be unbeatable, but with a bit of Stain, a sprinkle of Aizawa, and some support items they can be very scary
Re: Stain has a Quirk and Aizawa is only "functionally Quirkless" against Heteromorphs.
I agree that certain Support Items can be scary, but then again, that's what makes Batman and Iron Man so-terrifying; the only real barrier is start-up capital.
Sultan Asil Arslan: I have been reading Record of Ragnarok(Shuumatsu no Valkyrie) and seeing a character going through physical therapy makes me want to see him become something like Raiden Tameemon. All muscle giant. Is that how he'll turn out or will he be more small and fast type?
Re: Haven't read Record of Ragnarok. As for how Takei will turn out, me-personally I'd choose "Saitama over Superalloy Darkshine" if you catch my drift.
Dub77: Oh men, i already like the protagonist, i always liked the "Genre Savvy" characters in a story, and his thoughs about being a "Protagonist" are something i really like, in every Isekai manga ive read when the protagonist knows he/she is a isekai world they first thought are "Oh cool, i read manga, i know how abuse the sistem and become OP as fuck and get a Harem" and never "Wait, in what kind of Isekai World im in? is this a serius world? a comedy world? OH GOD, i hope this is NOT a Berserk-like world. How im gonna know whos actually nice poeple and whos a secret dick/villain just pretending to be good? Is the hero everyone is talking about a real good guy or a secret villain under the command of a Dark God?". Its like the protagonist of Isekai stories have never read a Isekai work or have just read those trashy harem power fantasy, and never the actually good and with original ideas. Really good so far.
Re: Maybe, but it'd be too down-the-rabbit-hole like Inception, or that Rick & Morty episode where they totally poked fun at Inception. You can only push the "Genre Awareness" angle of the Isekai sub-genre so far; most Isekai Protags have awareness of the sub-genre, but only in what "Isekai" means. The worries an Isekai protagonist would have in a superhero world are very much founded, given Endeavor, the No.2 Hero, is a colossal dick.
*AHA*
When I really stopped to think about it, I suppose I could've reincarnated with a worse name. You'd think that was such a small thing to worry about after reincarnating in another world, but on the contrary, it was a rather big thing. You get to name your character in an RPG and guess what, whatever name you pick for yourself is more or less permanent unless names simply didn't matter.
Takehiko Tokei -"Tokei Takehiko" in the western world-, was a name that had been picked for me as it were; or rather, I'd "inherited" it as such when I woke up in what I hope was a braindead body. Because if I were to ever learn I'd pushed a living person out of their own body, the guilt would eat me alive…
On the one hand, my name in full was alliterative like some of the greatest comic book heroes in history; Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Reed Richards, and so-on. That made me smile, even if it was only at an inside joke I could never tell anyone.
On the other, my nickname which Hitomi had so-lovingly given me, was the surname of George Takei, who had played Mr. Sulu in the original Star Trek television series. If I actually cared about Star Trek I would've been giddy, but I was more of a Star Wars guy instead, so if anything I found it weirdly ironic. All I personally knew about George Takei was that he was Mr. Sulu on Star Trek, that he was referenced in DragonBall Z Abridged on YouTube, and made a cameo on The Big Bang Theory; both times of which there were homosexual undertones.
Thankfully, Star Trek had been dead as a franchise on this Earth long-enough that no-one really batted an eye about my nickname, which I was thankful for. As a kid in my original world, even the accusation of being gay was a social death sentence, at least in public school; and though there was a lot wrong with Japan on my Earth, at least from the perspective of a westerner, I had no idea how-much things had changed for this version of Japan where superpowers ran rampant.
Or on the inverse, how much had stayed the same?
Also, you'd think that in a world where Mutant Quirks could make people look like just about anything, even other races with extra pieces like elf ears, alien antennae, and so-on, with Quirkless (formerly "normal") people outnumbered by those with some form of paranormal ability four-to-one and shrinking every year, that racism would've all but withered away.
Not the case… as it turned out…
Though Hitomi was hesitant to explain it to me, likely in an attempt to protect "Takehiko" from such a corruptive element, eventually I was able to wheedle out of her the existence of the Creature Rejection Clan, also known as CRC; a villainous organization with religious undertones that rejected people possessing physical "abnormalities"; especially but not limited to those with Mutant-type/Heteromorphic Quirks. Originally their main activity was protested, if only that, but as they became increasingly radical and violent with the proliferation of Mutant-Type Quirks following the advent of Transformation abilities, like the Ku Klux Klan they too weakened their own public support structure until they were forced into the shadows.
"But, it's okay. They won't have a problem with you," she said with a small smile.
"Maybe, but they'll have a problem with you, and that means I, have a problem with them," I return narrowing my eyes, tiny fists clenching as tightly as I could manage.
Hitomi had been nothing but kind to me since I woke up, and though my feelings towards her were… complicated, if not convoluted… I still cared about what happened to her; even if our current relationship as nurse and patient was built upon the lie that I actually was "Takehiko Tokei", and not someone who strongly suspected the had reincarnated from another world. That certainty in of itself grew stronger with each passing day as my "original" memories grew more and more vivid in my mind as the rose from the coma-induced "silt" of my coma-addled brain. It also grew more-difficult to refute those memories as "coma dream nonsense", like all those seasons of Archer where he lived several lifetimes in that coma in a bunch of different genres.
At least my legs still work.
Existential crises aside, that a bunch of KKK expys still existed in this world… Personally, I was disgusted, the very notion that such nonsense was still around making me physically ill.
Although… the latter may've partially been from the steady shift to solid food instead of blended…
Putting those thoughts aside… I wasn't yet ready to tell her what I thought about myself.
Sure, such a thing may've been ludicrous at home, but here, in a world filled with superpowers ranging from minor cosmetic abnormalities to "Okay, I know it's filthy rich coming from me, but your powers are bullshit!", those assertions could very well be taken completely seriously. And if they were taken seriously, it could either be as an "interdimensional trespasser", or worse-yet, I could be labeled a body-hopping Villain who stole the body of a small child; like Orochimaru from Naruto, Captain Ginyu from Dragonball Z, or Ozpin from RWBY.
That talk would be infinitely easier if the Isekai sub-genre existed in this world, but what were the chances of that happening in a world filled with superpowers?
*AHA*
Pretty damn good… apparently…
Barring a few minor historical inconsistencies prior to the advent of Paranormality where some baby in Qing Qing City, China manifested the ability to self-luminate, this world's history was almost completely identical to my original. Including but not limited to, trends in fiction and literature; like the Isekai sub-genre.
As a matter of fact, the spread of the "Light Novel Virus" had only grown worse since paranormality, because Quirks just gave writers the excuse to have their characters go to a new world with powers "pre-installed" without having to weave a fictional world where superhuman powers existed naturally… And in a world where having a Quirk could make or break you, the need for escapism was at an all-time high.
Didn't mean I'd tell Hitomi about my little existential crisis straight-out thought. There was still room in my head for doubt, albeit… real estate on that front was growing scarce, and eventually, I'd have no choice but to confront this reality.
Probably by the time I can walk under my own power, if not a week later.
And even that eventuality was steadfast approaching, given my present speed of recovering from my year-long nap. Even in this world, apparently my speedy recovery was considered abnormal, and even now they were running tests to see if maybe my coma had triggered the onset of Damon Hall Syndrome; a real-life genetic anomaly in this world eerily similar to a fictional disease I remember from the X-Men anime where Mutants will suddenly develop secondary mutations that are complimentary if not contradictory to their own powers. In that timeline, it was the explanation for Emma Frost developing her [Diamond Form] when originally she was a Telepath, though I'm not sure if that holds true for all Marvel timelines.
And it's depressing to learn that I never can, since apparently DC and Marvel Comics didn't come about in this universe. The only big names from the comic book industry I actually remembered were Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, both of whom instead of working in the graphic novel industry had instead become world-famous novelists like Stephen King; who in a fit of irony became a graphic comic artist in this world with an entire universe filled with creepy-deepy shit.
Make no mistake, there's still superhero fictional media, but I just can't bring myself to be excited over it… Sure, a hundred years ago the stuff might've been interesting, but nowadays it was just fictional adventures and story arcs of real Heroes told-with-permission-of, or re-skins of pre-existing Heroes that just barely skirt copyright laws.
Manga are still pretty interesting and diverse from what I've heard, but there's so many out there, and the real world offers so-much possibility, I can't really see myself becoming a shut-in all over again. And now that I don't have Autism anymore, maybe I'll have better luck making long-lasting friends in this world instead of a loosely-knit network of acquaintances from work.
Sure, the possibility of being "Quirkless" after that Villain attacked "me" might put a hamper on that, but to paraphrase Alucard from Hellsing Ultimate Abridged… It's like my Quirklessness, curates their shittiness.
Of course, Quirks really aren't a part of public record unless you're a Hero; more-specifically unless you're being investigated for something, or just so happen to be on any number of collectible training cards. In addition, my "anime hair" was pretty unique, so instead of outright saying I was Quirkless and being saddled with the negative connotations of such, I could just as easily say I had a heavily-diluted Heteromorph Quirk, and not technically be lying.
Speaking of which…
*AHA*
It took me a few days after waking up to notice this, but my hair was eerily similar to Ratchet's fur coloration. I didn't link the two together straightaway because I just thought there were streaks in my hair, but when my bedhead one morning happened to be a vague facsimile of Lombax ears…
'Whoa! My hair kinda looks like Ratchet's. Sweet!'
-thought I to myself as I looked my bedhead in the mirror.
Of course, after that little realization, some of the silt in my brain chose to regurgitate one of my final memories from my previous life, and… well…
'Wait… Wasn't I doing something right before I died…?'
-thought I to myself, me entering a long period of self-reflection before pounding my hands on the bathroom counter and raging to myself-
'Ohhhhh… GOD! Fucking. DAAAMMIIIT! I got hit-'
-metaphorically-
'-by fucking TRUCK-KUN before I could even play my new GAME! SON OF A PROTESTANT-'
And unfortunately, the Ratchet & Clank franchise doesn't exist in this universe either, so I'd died without ever learning definitively if Ratchet & Clank: Rift Apart was a continuation of the original series, or just another reboot like "the game based on the movie based on the game".
Sure, I could've learned those things on the internet, but I don't like spoilers, and there's no telling how much of what I might've found wasn't just complete and total bullshit by the sorts of people who like to fuck around with Wikipedia pages.
And sure, I'd seen a lot of Isekai protagonists bitch and moan about never being able to play video games or finish reading manga series ever again, and like a spectator, I waved it off when it was played up for laughs. But it never really occurred to me how utterly soul-crushing that would be until that fiction, became my reality.
Hiraga Saito, Satou Kazuma, all other NEETs and shut-ins who got reincarnated who I don't know the names of: I now feel your pain, and sympathize.
Moving past why being reincarnated into another world utterly sucks and getting back to my hair in the present…
"Hmmm. My hair's gotten pretty shaggy… Didn't Hitomi say a friend of hers was coming by to fix that?"
-I mused aloud.
Apparently, I didn't have to wait too long. After work hours in the nearby building ended, my bedroom door came open, and Hitomi in casual clothes entered with another woman. She too was a tall and shapely with an hourglass figure and a heart-shaped face, dressed stylishly in a tight-fitting blouse and knee-length skirt. Her doe brown eyes were inviting, but it was her hair that caught my eye; orange like firelight, it was wavy and braided and voluminous to epic proportions, nearly reaching her calves in length, and some of those luscious lochs moved and curled about like things alive.
Seeing that epically long hair immediately reminded me of Rapunzel from Tangled, one of my favorite movies before reincarnating, and I was thankful that Disney still existed in this alternate Earth.
I'd later learn of course that most of what was recent was just live-action remakes of old movies, or fairy tales, or fiction in general with none of the charm I grew up with back in the 1990s onward since as software improved, it took less and less effort to put out new movies every year.
"Takei-kun, this is my friend Otome Kaminaga," Hitomi introduced.
"Take-chan! I'm so glad to see you awake!" Kaminaga beamed with a beautific smile, before immediately getting up in my personal space. "Oh, but your hair's such a mess. Well, don't you worry, I'll take good care of you~" she cooed cupping my face, and to my immediate surprise, lengths of her hair rose up around her, caging my head in place as her hair threaded itself with mine like countless fingers.
I wanted to say how-amazing her control over her Quirk was, but all I could get to come out with the eleven-year-old hardware between my ears was-
"Holy crap! The hair is aliiive!"
"Hmhmhm~ Yes, well, my hair is a little different than everyone else's," Kaminaga winked. "It has nerves, so I can move it however I want, however, because of those nerves I can't get it cut, and because it's so long it can be a real pain to take care of."
As she was explaining her Quirk, lochs of her hair dove into her purse like tentacles before withdrawing a number of small combs and brushes which she wielded with expert precision. Never once did I feel any sort of painful tugging, just the graceful movements of a surgeon in their element.
While it did occur to me that Kaminaga had almost the exact same powers as Sunny from Toriko with the exact same drawbacks, and even in his early-series form the guy was a real heavy-hitter when he needed to be, pain thresholds could be crippling if they were exceeded. Sure, childbirth was one of the worst pains a person could feel outside of torture by a trained and/or dedicated practitioner, but that was more a testament to endurance than pain tolerance.
Hence, I only geeked out about how cool I thought her powers were for a brief period. And also to myself.
If I started dropping names and making references, it could lead to some very awkward questions if a certain franchise I'd grown up with in my original world didn't exist in this one.
"There, your hair's nice and straight," she said as her prehensile hair left mine, leaving it feeling much smoother as it fell to my shoulders. "So, any style you want in particular? Up? Down? Anime~?"
Well, given all the styles I'd seen in the background on the news lately…
"Think you could give me cat ears?"
Wow I'm such a dork…
"Oh! Nekomimi?" she gushed with sparkles in her eyes. Also, she was blushing way too much, and that heavy breathing was definitely not normal.
Just gonna repress that image…!
"N-Nothing too crazy, alright?"
"Don't you worry about a thing! When I'm done with you, you'll be beating off girls with a ten inch-"
"K-K-Kaminaga!" Hitomi stammered with a blush.
"-baton~"
'Yeah, real smooth,' I thought as she raised up the combs again, as well as a little styling gel, the label featuring the Ninja Hero: Edgeshot.
Though honestly, after being spoiled on so much Which Ninja by Gaijin Goomba Media, I couldn't help but rip his aesthetic choices to shreds… Because in all honesty, that guy was a terrible ninja. The only legit ninja-like thing I could find about him were stories of slipping his body through keyholes, or his ability to end almost any fight in one shot with his "Thousand Sheet Pierce" instead of long protracted DBZ-style battles like some Heroes chose to partake in.
Getting back on topic…
I'm no expert in hair styling, but I know that with Kaminaga's super-prehensile hair, she could do in seconds what'd take other stylist… lots and lots of minutes, I guess. Quick as a flash my golden blond and orange-brown-streaked hair was styled away from my face, flaring up and away from my head in a pair of Lombax-esque ears.
"Ta-da!" Kaminaga beamed as one of her prehensile lochs passed me a hand mirror, allowing me to admire her handiwork.
"Whoa…" I awed, eyes wide.
After I became a working adult who worked around lots of hot equipment in hot buildings with little to no air conditioning, I chopped off the wavy shoulder-length hair I had through college and kept it buzzed close to my head so it wouldn't get all sweaty and gross. I never really bothered to dress up my hair the few times I cosplayed either, so to have wild hair like this in real life, and for it to actually look good… It was definitely an eye opener.
Sure, the streaks ran horizontal instead of vertical, but you couldn't have your cake and eat it too.
"I guess he likes it," Kaminaga said going back over to Hitomi. "Normally the big trend right now is 'horns', but I feel like 'ears' will make a comeback real soon."
"Thank you for doing this. With any luck, he should be able to get over his little… problem."
"Any time. Now. About my payment~"
"Ah! W-W-W-Wait!" Hitomi squealed as something in Kaminaga's countenance changed, her hair rising up around her like tentacles.
Now, only a major pervert would think things were about to go into hentai territory as Kaminaga backed Hitomi into a corner, but this is the real world so I'm sure this is something more nuanced and nopeneverminditwentstraightintohentaiterritory!
"P-Please… not in front of…" Hitomi squealed with watering eye as Kaminaga's hair coiled around, grouped, and molested her body like some hardcore fanservice with lots and lots of tentacles.
"Don't worry~ Take-chan won't know what we're doing until he's older~" Kaminaga cooed as she breathed heavily, bosom heaving as Hitomi drooled like a faucet. "I might even let him join in someday~ Wouldn't that be… nice~?"
"Ahn~ Puh-Please… stoooooop~" Hitomi moaned as she grew weak in the knees, her eye glazing over while Kaminaga's expression grew more flushed.
Suffice it to say, if this body's testicles had descended, I would've so pitched a tent right there and then.
A blessing and a curse, as it was…
God damn non-boners.
*AHA*
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
What then would someone with a "Soul Reading" Quirk find if they looked into my eyes? Eyes I'm borrowing from a side of atrophying meat in a coma ward? Or someone so-confused they didn't know if they were them or someone else?
And sure, someone with a Quirk like that could go a long way into definitively deciding whether "me" in reference to myself needed or did not need big fat quotation marks, but how would I even go about looking for someone with a Quirk like that without answering some really damning questions?
Hell, if they could invent Quantum Babble for the soul in Ender's Game, maybe they'd managed to do so in this world.
I was only further reminded that I'd have to pick my moment to tell Hitomi very, very, very carefully.
Probably after I stopped seeing certain fanservice-esque moments behind closed eyelids…
I might not've had as many hormones coursing through my veins, but that shit still made it hard to look her in the eye afterwards.
On a more light-hearted note, I'll admit, I'm not vain, but this body has really pretty eyes.
Before, my eyes were an uninteresting shade of brown with a bit of green to them. Now, they were heterochromatic; not anime protagonist heterochromatic, both were a vivid shade of green, one was just lighter than the other. I'd like to say they were emerald-colored, but honestly, everyone had a different idea of what each color actually was. Google certainly didn't help…
It took a little bit to realize they were actually the color of Clank's eyes, more or less, though since my darker hair streaks rain horizontally instead of vertically, it wasn't exactly a 1:1 adaptation.
So, all things considered, as far as looks go, I could've woken up with worse.
*AHA*
I couldn't do the push-ups, sit-ups, or squats into the triple digits so-soon after waking up, but what really sucked was that with legs this short, until I hit my growth spurt it'd take forever to get even a fraction of my 10 kilometer run. And since I was still growing, it wasn't like the "every single day" angle was realistic, or even healthy, so I opted to attempt it on alternating days with plenty of rest in-between. And even if I couldn't reach my daily milestones to get stronger, the attempting of them alone helped me learn the limits of my new body, which I intended to take much better care of.
That mindset may've only come about because I'd Reincarnated, but not having Autism anymore certainly helped me stay on task now that I wasn't getting distracted by every little thing.
Whenever I wasn't working out, usually from being too-tired from the previous day's efforts, I sat in my bed and studied everything I could about this world. The biggest hurdle of course wouldn't be learning everything there was to learn about Heroes, it was how to be a good Japanese in the current world. I wasn't sure how-strongly Value Dissonance had persisted into the 23rd century, but even if the sentiment was "too western", there was no way I was going to participate in the molestation of my female peers on the train just because some Japanese considered it "acceptable" to do so.
And I sure as hell wasn't going to stand by and do nothing either, even if the sentiment wasn't popular.
Jury was still up in the air about whether or not I'd try to become a Hero in this world, and it'll take a few years to figure out just how much "mileage" I can get out of Saitama's training menu, but from what I can see, barely anyone reaches Dragonball levels of strength, let alone Dragonball Z. America's Captain Celebrity was a "Flying Brick" type, but I estimated he was somewhere between a high-end Yamcha and a low-end Krillin in early DBZ; whichever end could lift a cruise ship over his head, I guess. As for All Might, the guy was strong-enough to change the fucking weather, but there weren't enough measured feats I could find to tell me whether or not he was anywhere near Saitama's level of strength. For all I knew, those weather-changing feats were one-offs and not something he could pull out of his ass all the time.
I think my absolute favorite part of studying this world's Heroes, was going back into the Corporate Age, back when public opinion began to shift positively and Heroes could go about their business without fear of being shot by some yahoo with a gun.
Sure, back then the amount of good a Hero could do was proportional to how much their sponsors were willing to let them off the leash, but the Hero Industry had to start somewhere; it wasn't like anyone with Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark levels of start-up capital would choose to put their lives on the line without a damn good reason, unless they were just mentally disturbed.
Back before Hero TV even kicked off, there hadn't been formally-recognized schools for raising up Heroes, but as Heroes continued to grow in popularity, the demand for Heroes and Hero-related paraphernalia only went up, while the supply was slow to follow. In the present, you could start formal Hero training as-early as high school, but back then, it was more like a college system, which back then made much more sense since most teenagers wouldn't be able to comport themselves and meet the demands of corporate sponsors/overlords.
Speaking of which… that the events of Tiger & Bunny, my favorite superhero anime before dying, was a part of this world's history…! Well, that got me really fucking excited, and even though the familiar cast had all been dead for more than a century, I still couldn't help but get starry-eyed every time I saw Sternbild City in the flesh (so to speak) on the old Hero TV recordings.
Sure, there wasn't any of the behind-the-scenes content I got from the anime in my original world, but to see a real-life megalopolis with its three tiers between Sternbild's flanking rivers, the way its tiers and towers glittered like a treasure box of jewels in the night… and it really made me want to get back to America!
Not any time soon, "Takehiko" was still attached to this country as much as a child could have been, but whether or not I became a Hero, I felt for certain that when I got older, I wanted to go to Sternbild at least once.
And this may've just been the anime fanboy in me talking, but when I found out that Karina Lyle had been able to overcome the age gap and get Kotetsu Kaburagi to marry her, even if it was after the events covered in the anime… Well, it made me pretty happy. Sure, I'd have loved to see Sternbild in its heyday, but I could find contentment with the old Hero TV recordings, and seeing the evolution of Heroes in this world really helped bring things into perspective.
Back then, formally-recognized Heroes could only exist thanks to corporate sponsors. Nowadays, Heroes could more or less support themselves as long as they could stay relevant and pay rent on their Agency buildings. There was infinitely more paperwork to handle, dispatch orders to wait for since patrolling every waking hour wasn't time or energy-efficient, and sure, the current setup stank of Marvel's "Superhuman Registration Act", but given Quirks in general had to be registered with the government for the sake of insurance, housing subsidies, and so-on… No system is perfect, but if this one works, there's no need to fix it.
One would think that dying and being Reincarnated in Another World would force me down the rabbit hole of Cosmic Nihilism, but this opportunity only made me want to double down and make my own meaning in a universe (read: multiverse) that inherently has none. And sure, existing as I was, I felt alienated from everyone else, but at the very least I was smart-enough not to let myself be exploited by the next guy, church, army, or Olympic gymnastics trainer.
. . . Of course it might have helped that even without an Autistic mind, I still found the orchestral score on Hero TV to be really fucking cool, outdated as the premise was.
Good music was good music whether you were Autistic or not.
*AHA*
'Alright, so I think I've just-about taken stock of this whole 'Reborn in Another World' thing.'
-I mused to myself as I brushed my teeth.
Sure, the kid in me enjoyed being pampered by letting someone else brush my teeth, but the adult in me tried holding on to dignity wherever he could find it.
And having to go through puberty again, it was bound to be in short supply…
'Thankfully, nooooothing else will sneak up on me.'
-think I to myself before my hand spasms and my toothbrush falls from my mouth on the out-stroke.
"Dammit!"
Desperately reaching for the oral hygiene implement before it could hit the floor, clean as it was, a high-pitched whine suddenly filled my ears making everything rattle before everything stopped dead, the edges of my vision depolarizing into red and blue like a 3D movie without the glasses.
'What the…?' I gawp, my lips and hand as-incapable of moving as the toothbrush.
The moment of course didn't last forever, normality returning to my vision and the toothbrush clattered on the floor, spattering saliva and foamy toothpaste on my feet.
" . . . "
" . . . "
" . . . "
Nope! Not touching that now!
I'll leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's me.
GOOD NIGHT!