2 II. Truck-kun? No, this time it was Cancer-chan!
(First Person MC)
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My name is Barry Allen and I'm the most cancerous man in the world.
Just kidding.
I mean, my name's not Barry Allen. At least I don't think so. The doctor said my name's Yunior Rosario, but that doesn't sound right either. As a matter of fact, hearing sound itself is pretty hard.
I wasn't kidding with the cancer part of my joke though.
Mr. Doctor(?) says I have super cancer in the brain, and that periodic memory, hearing and vision loss is normal.
Most times, when my brain doesn't shutdown, I read or watch anime when I can see, or listen to music or audiobooks when I can hear. Then when the rare times I can move my body at a reasonable level I play games.
It's getting harder these days though. Staying awake(?).
Sometimes when I sleep, I dream of being free from this hospital room and running around. Sometimes as myself, and sometimes as dog or some sort of canine.
These dreams are the only ones I've been having and it's been the only dream to stay in my memory, despite my crippling amnesia(?).
These last few days(?) the dreams are becoming more vivid and the times I'm aware of the real world(?) are getting smaller. At least I think they are. I don't remember much of the times I've stayed awake anymore. Sometimes I still retain some scenes in my hospital(?) room. I see a man in a white coat holding a clipboard standing over a beautiful young woman sitting down and crying next to my bed(?).
What is they(?) and who are(?) them doing in my room(?)?
*BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.*
Who's room?
*BEEP.... BEEP.... BEEP*
Who(?) is who?
*BEEP.... BEEP....*
I dream dog wolf
*BEEP....*
(!?)remember pretty lady love life live (!?)good sorry sorry move on (!?)sorry bye good bye sorry no cry please sorry lady(!?) sorry hope live you sorry love(!?)
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
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White.
White is what I'm seeing now.
A completely white void filled with absolutely nothing. Or is it filled with absolutely everything? Why am I getting philosophical?
Who am I? No, that wasn't a philosophical question either.
I don't know who I am. All I remember, I think, is vague images of a smiling beautiful woman, and some stylized animated shows.
Um, JoJo something was one of them, I think? I don't remember much of that, but it was very memorable due to some sort of 'culture' on the internet, whatever that is.
And Fullmetal Pipsqueak or something, and one with giant robots and a girl wearing a flaming bikini? That last ones pretty weird, but I think I remember being hyped when I was watching it.
These 'memories' are all pretty vague, while the one with the pretty woman is the most 'vivid' I guess.
This mysterious woman is also in all the memories of the weird shows. I guess she watched them with me?
Who was she to me? Sister or cousin?...Mother or aunt? Nah too young to be my mom... or aunt.
Lover? Maybe.
Anyways, I'm still here. In this white void of everything and nothing.
???: "Hello, chosen soul."
What the...!?
Who...?
'Is it God?'
God?: "Ho ho, yes and no, little soul. I am not one of your Earth's gods. I am the Creator God of another."
'Whoa... so, like, I'm dead, right? Is this that thing where someone dies then gets reincarnated? I vaguely remember some shows like that. I might've been a fan of that genre seeing as it's one of the memories I've retained.'
Creator God: "Ho ho! Yes it's quite similar to those shows you've watched in your living days. I've chosen your soul to be reincarnated as the offspring of my good friend. Him and his love could not make an offspring themselves due to their... incompatible size. Doing this for them is very taxing to me as I have not fully recovered from sowing the seeds of life onto my world millions of years ago. So I had asked your worlds current Chief God to allow me to pick your soul for transference. Doing this puts less strain on me, as wiping a souls memories is a long and tiring process. You were picked because of your cancer induced amnesia. While it would be recommend to wipe clean a soul before reincarnation, you having vague memories shouldn't cause any problems in the process. Haah... doing even this much consumes a small amount of power... I may have to sleep a few hundred years more... The things I do for my bros."
'Huh. So basically you cut some corners in the process.'
Creator God: "...yes."
Well, I guess that's fine. Beats that stuffy bed I was in before.
'What kind of world will I be going into?'
Creator God: "It is the world I created, using your Earth's time, about 6 million years ago. When I said I 'sowed the seeds of life' I meant that I had my children the chance to grow. As a result of sowing those seeds part of my magic has permanently ingrained itself into the world and into my children. Basically my children evolved, split, continued to evolve again, and now there are multiple different kinds of my children. In your world these kinds of races are called Human, Elf, Beastkin, and Demon. I thought those were fitting names so I called the races of my children the same. Alas, due to me using most of my power creating the world and the life seeds, I've not done much for my children, and some of them had grown to distrust the other races. But I will not change that. Conflict causes growth in their power, and hopefully, in their understanding of each other. So I've left them to their free will."
'Cool. So does that mean I can wield magic? Since you said your world had absorbed your power.'
Creator God: "Yes, you may be able to wield magic if you study hard enough."
Awesome! Wait, I've missed a small detail in that wall of text- I mean in that explanation.
'You said your friend asked you take help him with his baby making problem. Who is your friend I'm gonna be the son of?'
Creator God: "Yes, your soon to be father is my friend, The God of Wolves and the Hunt. You will be a Demigod of Wolves but not of the Hunt."
'WHAT. I'm gonna be a Demigod!? How awesome is that!?'
Creator God: "Yes, it is very awesome that I'm gonna be your god-father!"
'... Aren't you a God already? A Father God to the world to be exact...'
Creator God: "This and that are different! I'm may be the father of my creations, but to be a god-father of the offspring of my best friends gives a different feeling!"
...Right. Whatever you say.
'I'll just call you Uncle.'
Creator God: "Yes, please!"
'So... when am I going to, y'know, be reborn?'
Creator God: "Ah, yes. Your soul already resides within your physical body. The reason we can talk now is because your soul had completely assimilated to your new body."
Oh, okay.
...
I'm still here.
'When am I gonna-'
Creator God: "THREE."
Wha?
Creator God: "TWO."
Am I being born??? Now???
Creator God: "ONE! Goodbye little soul! Enjoy your new life!
*FWOOOOOOOOSH*
