Chapter Text
She was floating. ̶s̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶b̶o̶d̶y̶.
Where was she? ̶ ̶S̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶d̶.
She drifted, and drifted, and drifted.
Then a sound filtered through the empty space. The sound of a baby crying, ew, she hated babies, and most children for that matter. But, noise was noise, she would take anything over this sensory deprivation. She drifted towards the sound and it began to get louder and louder. What was the worst thing that could happen?
–
Update: this was the worst thing that could happen.
She had been reincarnated! ̶L̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶a̶n̶f̶i̶c̶?̶ And now she was a freaking baby??? She was going to murder whoever was in charge of this reincarnation shit. Why couldn't she have regained these memories later on in life? Oh and she had another rather large problem, she was now, in the eyes of the world, a ‘he’ (ew, men).
--
Whoever it was that was taking care of her was doing a terrible job. They just ignore her when she lets out disgusting baby shrieks. Stupid baby vision, she cant even put a face to her enemies when she blows them up in her mind.
Sometimes a different cry sounded out. So either she was cracking and subsequently experiencing auditory hallucinations or there was another baby in the house. She hoped they weren't being neglected as she presumably was, on the odd chance they were also a reincarnate. (if it was just a regular baby then sympathy levels are being knocked down a peg, abuse feels way worse when you can comprehend it.)
…
Now she’s bored! Time to zone out again!