“Mom! I hear a strange lady in Location Abandoned world c7-w1693,   

Alternate earth calendar year 5-14-2024 Yorkman Hospital for the wealthy

“Being slapped on the ass is never a pleasant experience when a stranger does it to you, be it man or woman. Even though I know I am a child right now but honestly, it’s the first time I have been truly helpless. Sure, I was just reborn, but I figured it would either be one of three choices.”

“Either I would have my memories sealed and get them back at some point for starters, or I would be reborn as a baby with my memories and struggle as hard as possible. There was the third option of being reborn into a recently deceased body, but that would have been slim compared to the other two. Yet either fate or some minor God *ahem* <Steve in shipping> screwed up or played a trick on me. So here I am, completely aware of everything going on but sealed from influencing the “me” in control of my body.”

“That’s correct, “me.” I feel my body moving, mind learning, and reacting to my surroundings. But I can’t send anything through this impenetrable wall that separates my consciousness from that of my body. For a second, I had an Identity crisis. Still, I can instinctively feel the “me” in control of the body is definitely “me.” So maybe all that having yin and yang souls the Chinese spouted is real. Anyways since I’m talking to myself, I guess it’s time to sleep for a bit. Then I shall summon my strength to attack this invisible boundary in my mind until it breaks, or I do. Worst case scenario is I die again, and at this point who cares, like whoopdy f#&@’n doo.”

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<Captains log … Stardate 2030 UCE… I find myself … trapped …. In the future …. In a world filled with…. So many things …. I would rather be doing.>

Finding my conscious mind trapped within another being as a passenger feels terrifying. However, the sheer boredom and fear associated with my predicament faded after a couple of years in captivity. The veil that binds me and prevents me from interacting with the world has thinned with constant effort to break out. The first barrier is now shattered, but I have no clue how many more remains. Only time and effort will tell.

I have no idea what awaits when I do free myself. Will I become one with my other half, becoming whole? Will we be like split personalities sharing the same body, or will I live here till this body dies and take over from there? The answer to these and many other questions shall elude me until I am successful. Then, I shall succeed or die trying!

I made many discoveries over the years. The first is that I have a new name, or I should say we have a new name. Knowledge is power in this world, so I’ll take everything I can get. The name is Scarlett Dahlia King, heiress to King Motors. That’s right, I became a female, honestly though I already got over that a long time ago. But hey, being rich never hurt anyone; there are some problems in life that honestly just require money to solve, so that’s a plus. I mean, no rich person ever starved while living in a city with abundant food, unlike those poor beggars.

Another interesting fact is apparently I became a genius. This is just like I always suspected I could have been, muahahahahahaha cough. Anyways, Me 2 is presently learning music and working on fluency for a second language, with a third to begin at the start of the following year, yay me progress. Did I mention this kid is spectacular? Like I always wanted kids in my last life, and watching Me 2 make so much progress just causes so much pride to swell within me. For the moment, I am kind of looking forward to the future, which is new for me as I usually just focus on existing and surviving. Nothing new here, but let us trudge on.

I mean, seriously, she is like six. Who in the hell has such an intelligent six-year-old? The gods are genuinely unfair to give birth to such a beautiful, filthy rich, genius girl. I mean, I am totally jealous and yet surprisingly content in seeing this little cutie's progress. This brings up another critical point, I have decided that I shall protect this little light against everything forever. 

Till next time back to beating this wall, I wish I had a big ax or something.

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6 YEARS LATER:

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Crack!

Bang! Crack!

Bang! Bang!

Crack!

Bang! Shing! 

<WHOOOOHOOOOO! FRRRRRREEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMM!!!! BOM! BOM! BOM! AND ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST, DUN DUN DUN, AND ANOTHER ONE DOWN AND ANOTHER ONE DOWN AND ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST. DUN DUN DUN. NEXT, I'M GONNA GET YOU TOO, AND ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST. [insert crazy cackling here]>

my room!” screams the miniature redhead with an annoyed look on her face. Wearing a white dress and hair in twin tails, the 4 ft tall girl has an air of royalty. 

Her massive bedroom, which is more spacious than an average man's house, is the quintessence of a pretty pink princess. A large canopy bed large enough to sleep 5 adults sits on one side. In the corner sits a small office area complete with a late 90’s style computer and partially finished artwork scattered around. Let us not mention the 800 square foot closet on the side for now. 

<OH NO! I need to see what is happening. Some crazy person snuck into the little princess’s room. Damn, if only I could leave here to smash those bloody bastards. Wait, why am I still trapped?>

“Lady, I can hear you say you want to smash them but are you really going to smash yourself.” The little girl says, obviously confused about where her stalker is hiding.