A Really Chaotic Start.
I think we've all heard about this kinda thing before. If you're a fan of anime then you've definitely heard about this before. It's practically a staple in modern anime nowadays
Reincarnation.
It's those types of stories where somebody dies and comes back to life in a totally different world. In anime and most other types of fiction (but mostly anime) the main character gets some overpowered skill that makes the super op. Or it's a world they have a shit ton of knowledge about so they can use their meta knowledge to gain the strength they need to have a great life.
You know those kinda stories. They're pretty simple but some of them are done very well. Some even deviate from that formula others stick to it and most surprisingly they're pretty good…. Well, some of them anyway.
But in any of those stories I bet there's something they left out. Something I bet none of them ever went through.
Boredom.
Sheer utter boredom.
Yeah, that's right I'm bored out of my fucking mind right now. Why's that you ask? Well let me tell you something, I probably wouldn't be so bored if I was actually in my new life. If the reincarnation process that I'm experiencing could hurry the hell up and you know drop me off. I'd be very appreciative.
If I sound annoyed it's because I am!
I mean I've been stuck in free fall for who knows how long now. Days, weeks, months? I don't have any clue. I don't think it's been years but it's pretty impossible to tell at this point.
Oh, and by free fall I mean total free fall. I'm basically stuck in a perputually endless skydive. It's a lot like that scene from Spy Kids 2 where they're falling in the volcano. It's a lot like that just minus the wind blowing in my face or you know a volcano. Which I'd prefer to be falling into at this point in time.
Oh, and all these illusionary portals surrounding me. Can't forget those things now can we. Yeah, that's been the second weirdest thing that's happened to me. The first was dying!
Oh yeah i'm wayyyyyyy dead! Like super dead, I remember dying it sucked! But truth be told it wasn't anything special I wasn't sick or anything. I didn't get hit by Truck-kun or any other automobile to get sent here. No lightning strikes. No super heroic death where I gave my life to save somebody. Wasn't robbed at gunpoint either, and I wasn't shot, which I got to admit was the way I was expecting to go out. Considering I'm a soldier and all, it's the most likely scenario for me to kick the bucket. Hell, maybe an explosive considering I'm a breacher and all.
But nope I just accidentally ate some pineapple. That's how I died from my own carelessness and allergies. I went to bed sick feel asleep, woke up not being able to breath and choked to death. And not a sound was uttered. So yeah dying sucks kids don't try it at home. But the thing that had my allergies was something i admittedly wasn't expecting. Rodrigo, our CEO made some gnarly looking cookies after we finished up training at Fort Leonard Wood (but me and the others just call it Fort Wood). Its normally just a place for basic training but our unit ended up being shipped back early from overseas to assist training some greenies. Should have been a simple couple weeks but then I just had to go and screw that up by dying on everyone.
Anyway, like I was saying Rodrigo made some nasty looking cookies. He's been on this cooking craze to impress his finance cause apparently Robert just loves men who can cook. And he decided it would be a great idea to make all his little underlings his official taste testers. Yeah, I guess this will teach him won't it.
Won't it…...huuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh. Damn this sucks balls.
I hope he doesn't let this get to him. Especially when it was my own damn fault. I knew something was wrong. I knew it! I could feel it but…but I thought I was just tried. I thought I would just sleep it off, just wake up the next day and feel better. I thought they were just bad cookies from a shit cook. I…. I didn't know there was pineapple in those cookies.
But I guess it's too late for what if's isn't it.
Damn it! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
Why'd I have to such a fucking moron. I should've just gone to sickbay. Doctor Miles would've been able to fix me right up. He'd be like "Oh feeling sick are we well here sit down and ill stab you a bit and you'll feel all better" with that dumbass smile all the while being plastered on his face. I'd still be alive if I did go to that jerk, but instead here, I am in this messed up version of hell.
Or maybe this is my own personal hell. I don't think so but who knows?
So, here I am free falling through portals hoping beyond hope that I'll just finally fall through one and end up somewhere else so I can deal with my guilt in peace.
Oh, right, how do I know that these things are portals. I didn't really explain that, did I? Or how I know I'm reincarnating. Well, I may be falling through a mostly empty black void filled with floating circular disk, but I like to think I'm smart enough to recognize when I'm in an alternate plan of existence. If you look at the portals hard enough you can tell that you're looking through some kinda alternate or parallel dimensions. I've watched anime I know how this works! ….. Also, there was one portal showing people made entirely out of Jell-O so there's that too. And this stupid floating window next to me showing Reincarnation In Progress…...Loading
After seeing that it became kinda obvious what was happening to me. And I'm very glad I'm not made of Jell-O.
But I do wish this thing would hurry up! What is the internet terrible in the afterlife or something? Assuming reincarnation uses the internet, which is weird.
Ughhhhhh, I hope Rodrigo doesn't get discharged because of this. He and the rest of my unit have been in my thoughts since i woke up in this place. They've been on my mind basically the entire time I've been here. You know after I realized what was happening. And after drying my tears my tears.
Man, Benny's gonna be pissed he and I were supposed to go to a concert next week. Me and Isobel were gonna try to start a poker league to screw with Rodrigo and to take everybody's money. Jack, Chris, and Rachel were trying to take me dirt biking, I wished I said yes instead of blowing them off all the time. Hey Michael might be happy to finally have the top bunk he hated that I got first dibs to it. And Logan, man…. Logan, she's gonna cry her eyes out. She's been my best friend since middle school.
She and I joined up together. Logan and I were close, thick ass thieves basically. Everyone in our home town thought we'd get together, I bet most of them thought we already were. I know her mother wished we were. But nah. We never tried dating, never wanted too either. We knew each other too well for that to work.
I had too many problems being an orphan with something to prove with a stupid sense of pride and angst. She had just as many with a controlling family and restrictive freedoms. No wonder we enlisted. Hell, we joined up together right after high school just so we both could get out of our hometown. And to kick some ass but mainly to leave our sleepy little corner of the world.
She's gonna be so pissed at me for leaving first.
Man, I'm gonna miss them. We still had stuff to do together. All of them. We had so many good times, been through so much, never losing a single member until this. All because of pineapple.
All because of pineapple. No, it doesn't go on pizza it belongs in the fucking trash where it belongs! Or maybe just set them all on fire that be better uses of them. Logan and I always agreed on that to. The best type of pizza is peperoni, cause sometimes the classics are just the best. They're called classics for a reason you know.
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Oh, shoot I was supposed to order the pizza for that marathon Logan was planning wasn't I. Fuck I was wasn't I. Shit! Well, I guess that probably won't be happening anymore. That blows Logan finally got Rodrigo to greenlight that after months of begging. She was super excited for it when she told me about it. Wouldn't shut up about it for weeks. "It'll be great trust me" she would say or "You'll love them there just like anime." I would tease her by saying "The last cartoon I watched was SpongeBob or something. I'm an anime man now." She'd just laugh at me saying "There basically the same thing moron."
She was really looking forward to us watching a bunch of cartoons together. She loved cartoons, just as much as she loved anime. I never knew why? I mean there are some good old ones but when I started watching anime, I just switched to that instead. I thought she would, but nope, that didn't happen.
She was probably super excited to finally get me to watch some with her. She's been trying for years at this point.
I can't even remember what in the world she wanted to watch. She had so many favorites. Danny Phantom, Dexter's Lab, PowerPuff Girls, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, Totally Spies, Jimmy Neutron, Gargoyles. Young Justice. And those are just the ones I can name off the top of my head. She never shut up about them.
But none of those were the ones we were going to watch for the marathon, I think. God what was it. Come on Nolen think…think what was it. Crazy something? No, no Catastrophe maybe? No, that doesn't sound right either.
It definitely started with a Ch. Christen…Christy…no those are names…. wait a minute it was closer to crazy, wasn't it? Like a synonym. Hmmmmm…. oh, wait Chaotic. Yeah, that's it Chaotic!
Chaotic that was definitely it.
It sounds kinda familiar, I think. Logans probably talked about it before, but knowing me I just tuned her out. It has something to do with cards right. Yeah, yeah it does. I remember she has some of them. She's shown them to me before. She wanted me to try playing it to, because I just got back into the Pokémon card game, she must have thought she could convince me.
Man, I wish I could have tried it with her bet we would've had a blast together. I bet it would have been fun.
That's probably the thing I want most, just some more fun times with everybody.
Ding!
Reincarnation In Progress…...Loading Complete.
Reincarnation Progress Initializing
Standby…...5
Wait what? It's happening now why now.
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As flail about all I can see is the numerous infinite amounts of portals surrounding me disappear. Leaving me all alone with an empty silent darkness.
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What's going on? Where am I going? Can somebody tell me anything please!
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The darkness around me becomes faded with brilliant shining light. The only way to describe it would be ethereal.
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I look towards the source and all I can make out is a lone portal radiating in a warm bright light. How am I not going blind? This light is blinding but it's not hurting me.
Reincarnation Process Complete!
Please Enjoy Your New Life And Remember Have Fun!
Well, that's a nice message but where am I….
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Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Place: Unknown
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Nolen! Come on get up! It's not national go to school whenever you want day! You're not gonna get any breakfast at this rate!"
These incredibly loud noises raise me from my apparent slumber. I struggle to open my eyes hoping in doing so I can pierce the fogginess of my brain with the information that's bouncing around in there.
"Ugggghhhhhh"
Come on get up Nolen you've had worse than this. It's barely a challenge compared to your first night hammered.
I roll around on the soft mattress and reach over trying to slam the snooze button on the alarm clock that's blaring like a siren.
"Shit my glasses. I…. gotta grab…. can't see shit."
I flail my arms about on the nightstand that holds the annoying alarm clock. Struggling to find my glasses container so I can finally see where I'm at. I guess I've successfully reincarnated.
"Damn where the hell are these fuckers."
I lean over to the night stand still trying to find my glass case. After knocking off numerous items that were apparently also on the night stand, I still can't find them.
"What in the world?" I say with a voice laced with confusion. I always keep my glass case on my nightstand. If there not there then the only other place they could be is….
"Under my pillow." I say aloud as I shove my hand under the pillows next to me. I dig around for only a couple seconds before I feel the familiar weight of my glass case in my hands.
"There you are! I should have known." I pull out my case and put on my "eyes" as Logan often likes to call them. I used to put them on my nightstand but after joining the army you don't exactly get issued a nightstand in the military. So, I got used to stuffing them under my bed or under my pillow.
"Okay now let's figure out where the hell I am on what's going on."
First let's start with my surroundings. Knowing where I'm at is a very important step in figuring out my situation.
Lying on…well I guess it's my bed now isn't it. I let my eyes trace the room for seemingly the first time. The walls are painted a soft gray, it gives the space a calm, introspective atmosphere. Posters of favorite bands and iconic movie scenes hang neatly across the walls but I don't recognize most of them. I think some of those movie's scenes are from Clint Eastwood and Star Wars.
Well, at least there are some good movies out there in this new world. And hey I have television and the internet most likely so that a plus. If there are those things then its more than. Likely a more modern society/times so that's will be a big help in figuring stuff out.
The bed that I'm currently resting on is positioned against the back right wall, and is covered with a quilt or covers in a light red color. Beside the bed stands the simple wooden nightstand, possibly made of some darker wood, maybe walnut if I'm guessing here. A few well-worn paperbacks are stacked neatly on top of the nightstand, alongside a small lamp with a warm, soft light sits atop it, perfect for late-night reading or writing. I don't recognize any of the books after a quick glance at their titles.
In the recent struggle to find my glasses, I seem to have knocked off some items from the nightstand to the floor. A watch that looks pretty vintage, a couple of pens, and a paperback now lie scattered, evidence of my hasty search. The hard wooden floor is mostly clear, except for these items and a pair of well-loved sneakers near the door. A sturdy purple bookshelf stands against the far wall, filled with books of various genres, a few knick-knacks, and what I think is an old CD player with a collection of albums that I also don't recognize. Next to it with foldable doors is what I presume to be a closet of some kind. And a backpack leans against the wall closest to the door, ready for the next apparent school day.
The room feels lived-in but nothing really helps point out where I am. Besides knowing I'm in a world similar to my own… I mean old one. Gotta get used to that.
And there's that voice I heard before it clearly belonged to a man. What was he talking about it, had something to do with school, I think.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"Nolen, come on get up. Don't make me come in there. I'll pour your breakfast all over you. You're not missing school so get down here." Comes the same unknown voice from before.
He's clearly talking to me, since he knows my name. But who is that? I don't recognize the voice at all so it's not someone I know from my old life at least.
Another question would be do they know anything about what happened to me? About how I reincarnated here. Or maybe if morbid thoughts take over, did I just possess someone who just happens to have my same name. I need to get to a mirror, see what I look like. That will help me figure out that question. Though it won't solve the question of me possessing someone or a clone of me was just put here and whatever higher power there is filled in the rest of the blanks.
God reincarnation is so confusing.
"I'm up, just give me a minute. I need to get dressed.' I answer to the unknown voice outside my door.
"Okay hurry it up you overslept, so you need to get out of here faster than usual. And no before you say anything I can't take you to school today. I need to get going to the office called me in."
Who is this guy? Again, clearly a man who works some sort of office job but other than that he's not giving me anything to work off of.
"Sure, I'll be fast." I respond and with that I head towards the closet opening to find out it is indeed a closet. If I really did just take over someone else's body then they have very similar taste in clothes that I do.
Inside the closet, a few items hang neatly on plastic and metal hangers. A collection of graphic tees features different bands, movie logos, and quirky designs. The shirts come in a range of colors, from deep reds and earthy greens to vibrant oranges and mellow yellows. I guess he doesn't get fashion sense either. It's something I've always lacked according to pretty much everyone I've ever met. Alongside the t-shirts are a couple of lightweight hoodies, perfect for layering and somewhat fashionable, I think. These come in solid shades like dark gray and black, with one in a very bold pink. There's also a neatly pressed button-up shirt in a rich red, something I'd wear for a more formal occasion, though it does seem less used than the other items. Weird but not totally unexpected. I don't get invited to formal stuff all that often either.
Hanging next to these are a pair of dark jeans, slightly faded from use, and a pair of cargo pants with plenty of pockets, and some sweatpants. Two similar colored black shorts hang next to the sweats and after them are a pair of dark khakis and one more pair of jeans. Underneath
Yeah, these are all things I would wear. Hell, I think I might have used to own some of these clothes before I ended up kicking the bucket.
I quickly grab one of the less vibrant colored shirts and the dark pair of jeans and put them on all in the span of a few short seconds. Then head out the door the voice was coming from. The hallway is well lit, and the soft creak of the wooden floorboards echoes underfoot as I make my way toward the bathroom. My heart pounds with a strange mix of curiosity and anxiety, unsure of what I might find. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, and I push it open, stepping inside. The cool air hits me as I approach the mirror, the reflection staring back unfamiliar yet strangely familiar, and I start waiting for something to make sense. Cause that's definitely my face looking back at me but it's wrong.
I'm young…. well younger than I was before I came here. Wherever that is. Other than that, I can't say for certainty it's me. Same white skin that can never seem to get tan, same brown eyes that need glasses to function, same short to medium length black hair that I can never get styled right. It's me. It's a hundred and ten percent me but…...but I'm not who I used to be. I'm not who I'm supposed to be.
Damn! I need to calm down. Focus Nolen! Focus!
"Remember to breathe. You can get through this. Let's think positively here. You're not dead. And you don't have that messed-up nose anymore from that sniper range Benny took you to. Calm down, just breathe," I mentally coach myself, desperately trying to stay grounded.
With these thoughts swarming in my head, I manage to regain some control over my breathing, but the sight in the mirror keeps throwing me off. The face staring back at me is familiar, yet impossibly different—youthful, untouched by the years and wounds that should have passed. My heart races as I run a hand over my nose, smooth and unbroken, unlike the crooked mess it had been after that day with Benny. "This is crazy. I look just like I did in high school."
High school? School. Oh no! Oh god no not high school. I frantically look back to the mirror confirming the sense of dread that's washing over me. "Oh man I'm a teenager again. Ugh this blows hard."
Great so that's what that guy meant by school. That's just great another 4 years of teenage angst, anxiety and cliques. And the hormones can't forget those now can we. The achene isn't that bad or it wasn't for me at least the first time. Oh, and I can't forget the long hours of brain-numbing lessons from teachers who barely want to be there more than their students.
"Ugh, this is gonna be fun." I take a deep breath before mumbling to myself. "Well, no time like the present let's get to it." I'm more of a man of action than a side watcher anyway, always have been. Probably always will be but that's not really a bad thing in my eyes.
Time to go see the owner of that mystery voice.
I walk out of the bathroom and down the hallway, the familiar smell of breakfast guiding me to the kitchen. My thoughts are still spinning, trying to come to terms with what in the world has happened to me. Part of me deep down even hopes this is all just a bad dream even though I know that impossible. These are the thoughts wrestling in my head as I finally step foot into the kitchen. As soon as I enter, I stop dead in my tracks.
There sitting directly at the kitchen table, hastily eating a piece of bread is somebody I can barely even remember.
"D... Dad?"
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So here we go the first chapter of my very first story ever. Not gonna lie typing this out I was very nervous. But the more I typed the better I felt about it. This won't be a great story (hopefully I can make it a good one though) and not everyone is gonna like it I'm just gonna have to accept that. But I won't lie I'm kinda excited to see how far I can go with this.
As for the reason I choose to write a Chaotic story. The reason is pretty simple. I love Chaotic, the show and stories are great. And I recently fell in love with playing the card game through recode. Its great I've been having a blast and everyone I've talked to has been really great. There's still so much love for this franchise and it's something that I think is great.
But yeah, I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of my chaotic story. I am in college but I'll try not to make the future updates really scarce or few.
So, I hope to see you guys' next time. Until then peace out