1 Meddlesome beings

An: This is my first time writing a Fate fanfic. English isn't my first language and I apologize if there was a lot of grammar errors and Incorrect use of words.

Hope you like it! I hope that I wouldn't drop this story so soon.

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Usually, in the cliche stories, it was commonly depicted that in the last moments of your life- you would have the memories of your life flashing over you.

Alas, it wasn't the same case for myself. When I know that my death was near, i was filled with a lot of panic, fear and a desperate wish of not wanting to die. Somehow, i still wanted to live, even my life is completely pathetic.

My eyes must be wide with shock and dilating with terror. This is the end of my life. I was just an innocent bystander. Walking on the sidewalk with a sullen look on my face. It was always the normal expression that I wore everyday. Since the day, that I was force to leave my dreams behind. I was walking on the same path on my way back home everyday. It was a familiar routine for myself. How come, something unexpected like this has happened?

I didn't have enough time to move out of my sullen thoughts and move my body away from the incoming death. I could put an effort if I tried hard enough. But, I'm certain that it would be useless. With this fat and weak body of mine, there's no enough time.

For the last time, my eyes happened to move into something. A logo sticker on the vehicle that would kill me. It must be a coincidence and a horrible way to die. My last thought was " I happened to order something from that delivery company and this is their way to brought the package? " something like that and thinking if I should get a refund.

With that, the truck squashed me into a bloody watermelon pulp. I didn't have enough time to register the pain. The truck has destroyed my brain in the process.

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After the death, I was not expecting something. I wasn't expecting to have the capacity of the 'will' or able to have a 'consciousness'. I wasn't a believer of the concept of afterlife. I was a man of Science. Even I am no longer in my profession and pursuit, a mere concept of those beliefs- even my parents were faithful believers- I doesn't believe on them. I was a pretender.

So something happening of this scale was an unbelievable concept for me. I know that I wasn't in the hospital. There was no chance that I manage to be alive after that accident. Other than my consciousness- I wasn't able to feel anything or my senses. I don't know if I even have a body- This phenomenon sure is amazing...

While I was busy of thinking of many possibilities because of this wonderful phenomenon, I suddenly feel something have appeared within my mind. My own consciousness.

« You can reincarnate me in fictional worlds right? »

It was a voice or memory of someone so familiar. A young voice full of excitement, child like wonder, awe, longing and greed? A variety of emotions. It was a voice of someone questioning someone.

« They really exist out there? »

That person questioned again. It's voice was full of curiosity and excitement. Somehow, I have this strange sensation within my able thinking consciousness. How can this thing.... sound so familiar? It suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which cause myself to feel surprise, but other than that feeling, within myself, there was this deep feeling of closeness?

« You know the multiverse theory? Right? Right? »

If I was still capable of expressing an emotion on my face, it must be a face filled with hurt and regret. I was surprise by the information. I didn't expect to hear that word again. That word that led me to where I am today. While I was being reminded of my regret, other part of my consciousness thought that the voice of the young man was filled with excitement. Young man.. I was certain that it was a young man from what's with this mysterious memories that suddenly appeared within myself. How can I be certain? Part of me wanted to question. But other part of me dreaded to find the answer. I continued on 'watching' how the memories would play out.

«Then..I want to be reincarnated!»

Fragmented memories...

«and I want to have my memories of my past life! »

..of a foolish young man.

With every piece of memory, impossible theories become possible.

« I bet I would gonna be so Awesome and Cool as a Gangsta!!»

Full of self importance and greed.

Your usual plot.

‹ Once you have a wish you can't never take it back. ›

«' just wait! I would have my harem of hot, sexy and fluffy women.'»

A cliche story of a wish being granted by a God.

« Wait, I hasn't still finish saying what - »

But in this one, that person has made an error.

‹Your wish is granted. May you find happiness in your wish.›

Sometimes, or mostly in those stories, most of those omnipotent beings are depictive as vindictive or merely thought the lives of ordinary mortals as an amusement. Most of those ROB are grade Assholes. It was unfortunate that person was so excited that something like out of story has happened to him. That person was so overcome with greed and he didn't even thought of what happened to him when he accidentally died out of nowhere.

He was excited that some of his Otaku dreams have come true. A careless wish was made from ROB and his life was doomed forever. It was ridiculous. That person was so dumb. If I was still capable, i want to laugh. Not because I was feeling amused or having a sadistic satisfaction of a person's stupidity. But because, I realize that person...

Somewhere within the part of my consciousness cracked, shattered, broken, rearranged, mended and clicked together. As a part of a whole. Memories.. memories, memories, memories. A lot of them.

Recreating what was I really was. While feeling this unimaginable pain and overload of information and knowledge on my mind, I realize and acknowledge that it was my memories. One among the many memories of my past life.

I am an.. idiot. I was pathetic in this life but I was stupid in that one. The ROB that i met was definitely an asshole among assholes. How come that i gained my memories to late? Didn't I made a wish? -well forget it! I know that ROB was a bastard! Or a bitch? I am... feeling angry and frustrated right now. It didn't helped that it was painful. With not being able to feel anything physical, I wanted to vent my frustration and anger into someone. Who would be proper if not for that Asshole ROB? I hated that asshole! Ahh, how I wish I can kick or punch that fuck-

{ Anomaly. } [ Anomaly. ]

That... I can say with a 100% certitude those aren't my own thoughts. I stopped in my progress of cursing ROB with all of the bad words that came in my mind. Feeling surprise by a sudden voice- not just one, but two voices in my head. Don't tell me it was ROB? Oh no, no, no..How dare-

{ What is it? }

No, it was not ROB. The voice was feminine. From what I can still remember, that time, I can tell that ROB was using a male voice.

{ How come you didn't notice that something is wrong within one of your humans? }

[ The body is definitely mine. The soul isn't. ]

{ How come it escaped your notice and mine? }

[ I can tell that it was normal just some time ago. It just happened recently. We didn't notice this tiny little thing. ]

{ Not within the predictions. Interesting, it only exist in this one timeline. }

Definitely, not ROB. I can't understand what they are talking about except that I was an error. Just like a virus in a computer.

[ A strange wrong little thing. ]

{ A cancer? }

[ Hmmm, I can tell that it has the potential to become one. If it choose to do so. ]

Are they ignoring me?

{ It could also be a beast or a foreigner. }

[ Unpredictable. An endless possibility of destruction or continuation. ]

{ I can sense a lot of hate. }

[ It can also be a foreigner or avenger. ]

Now, I am starting to feel annoyed that they are ignoring me. My sense of fear towards this beings are wilting within the seconds or minutes that they spend their time talking and ignoring something insignificant such as myself. If they would talk, can they just do it out of my mind? With this kind of thing happening to myself, a personality disorder wouldn't be so far.

{ Hate towards that being? Then it would cause no harm to us. From what I have seen from the consciousness of this strange little human, it has no reason to hate us. }

I do. I definitely do. I definitely have little reason to hate this two rude beings.

{ We aren't that being it identified as ROB }

[ A little thing it may be, but still dangerous if not controlled. ]

{ Then cage, this little uncontrollable little beast. }

What? They are ignoring me and discussing what would happen to me without my permission and treating me as something insignificant. Now they want to cage me? What is with this inhumane treatment? Damn, are all omnipotent beings are really this rude and like an assholes?

[ Beast? With it's connection to that ROB, Foreigner is a proper choice. ]

I don't get what they are saying. Does this have to do with my illegal immigration? Illegal isekaing? If it was like that.. I don't think that I can provide a Visa. Oh shit, I hope that they wouldn't proceed with that beast something plan. I didn't thought that they have certain policies about isekaing. Please, no inhumane treatment.

{ That foreign little thing is your responsibility. I will leave it to your choice. }

[ Placing it in the throne of heroes would help it to be controlled. ]

That throne of heroes doesn't sound so bad..

{ So much potential on that little thing. I would leave it in your care.}

But why does it sound so familiar? While I am confused of the situation, I suddenly feel one of the presence in my consciousness disappear. Now, there is only one voice in my head. (Ah, it sounds so unbelievable and insane)

[ Continuation or Destruction. Hero and Villain intersecting. Truly, a strange little thing. ]

Is that a compliment or an insult? I'm confused.

[ This hasn't happened with your other selves strange little thing. ]

«Oh, finally. You have now time to talk to myself? I thought that you would be ignoring what you saw as a small insignificant little thing all the time. »

[ You are uncertainty. ]

« Yes, I heard your confusing conversations with that other being. Your sibling? »

[ A relation, yes. It was both symbiotic and destructive. That being has a name. It was Gaia. ]

«Gaia? ...as in Mother Earth?»

[ Yes. ]

«..Definitely an omnipotent being.»

[ And I am also an equivalent of what you have defined in that qualification. But you aren't here talking to talk about us. The problem is you, a strange little thing that wasn't my human. Your soul is completely a foreign one. I have look at the others but you are the only one. ]

«Only one?»

[ All of them are failures, the version of yourselves. You are also one but there was a noticeable difference. They are forgotten, but not you. In this timeline, you went so far that you are remembered and mocked for your belief. Those memories, unconsciously affecting yourself. With enough fame, in this life you are capable enough to be qualified. If we would look at your memories- even they aren't of this world, you have done enough good deeds to he included in throne of heroes. Yes, it would work. ]

«Hero huh?»

[ This world wouldn't know your deeds, but you could also create one in this world. ]

« How about no? I have no interest in being a Hero. »

[ If you continue a path of destruction or you walk the way of abomination, I with Gaia would erase your existence. Do you have finally enough of your continuous journey? ]

« No, I still don't plan on dying. »

[ How strange you aren't feeling whimsical right now. Then it is decided. The Throne of Heroes would be your confinement and home from now on. ]

I didn't even manage to ask the being's name, she have completely decided my fate. Instead of continuous journey as it was supposed to be. After death, I was trapped in this world.