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That emoji says everything. In fact, this whole chapter can just stop there. Right there at the crying emoji. Darkness, I am surrounded by darkness, and in that darkness I see something. A person stands alone in this strange place. Long silver hair is adorned in golden ornaments, long sleeves, the universe moves across the fabric. Red eyes look at me with both kindness and detachment.
"... god, is that you?"
The person smiles gently and points downward, and as I realize that I'm floating above a massive bright light, I'm sucked into it.
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A massive ceiling with long, red fabric flowing downwards from it, carvings of dragons and big cats. Soft, silky, white sheets, a large, red blanket, a room fit for a king... or a queen. Oh, hell...noooooo...
The events played before me again. The boba shop, the city bus, and the embarrassing statements I made before my mother. This room-- extravagant and regal-- is so not good. My mother has dragged me home! In moments some guy will come in to serve me, try to woo me with bedside manner, tender, love, and care. I can't handle that! Gooseflesh spreads across my skin, up my arms and down my legs. I can't do it. I want to hurl! I sit up and a wave of nausea washed over me. I pushed back the feeling of bile and sit up. In the mirror is the cutest little one I've ever seen! An angel. I mean, seriously that smile! So cute! Big, blue eyes, long, blond hair that falls down to the shoulders, pale skin, slender fingers. I rest my chin on my hand, and sigh. This kid has the looks that my mom wanted me to have... I run my fingers through my hair, and drop my head low. Who the heck is this kid? Could it be my mom has managed to develop a grandchild by using her unconscious daughter's eggs and mixing it with some dude's... s..s...man eggs? I won't have to take responsibility, will I?
"Look kid, I'm not sure what you--" I pause, "Um, wait. This isn't--" I climb out of bed and the kid does the same, we walk towards each other and hold up our right hand... except my right hand is small? "Ah." A shaky sound escapes my lips right around the time a loud clatter echoes from the doorway. In the door is a maid-- like a real maid, not a girl in cosplay, or a staff member of our household-- who stares at me like she's seen a ghost. She squeals in delight and runs off screaming about a young master? A whole parade of people jam their way into the door and finally reality catches up with me, a loud, long, girlish, terrified scream you'd hear from the heroine of a horror movie escapes my lips sending the whole mansion into panic.
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Two people who belong in one of those dramas where the women wear corsets sit before me, the woman is crying into a handkerchief and the man is steadying her. The man is good looking. Blond hair, green eyes, tall, muscular, a gentleman. The woman has brown hair, a hazy purple iris, and snow white skin. I've been settled back into bed and am currently having another check up. I try not to look around or anything, and I wonder what I'm supposed to do now. Do I play it cool? Try and probe people without giving them the heads up that I have no idea who the heck they are or who I am supposed to be? I lift my head and try and channel some of that secretary magic.
"Um, so this is, uh, a mansion right?" These two look shocked, okay maybe that wasn't the correct start. "Is there like a house crest..." maybe not that either, okay, probing isn't my area, "...sorry, but where am I?" The woman starts to cry harder and nearly faints. This may be a bad time to figure out my identity crisis?
"Our Everette! Our poor, poor Ever!" My ear perks up and I look at them.
"Um, Everette?" is all I can seem to ask. The man looks heartbroken,
"Yes, that is your name. Everette Mikail LaVonche, my only son." Duke LaVonche looks at me heartbroken. I think I see black dots... Darkness invades and all I can hear is the belated
"EVER!!?"
Holy fucking shit... I've transmigrated as the male lead of a transmigration novel...
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