Chapitre 2: The Cliche System (2)
After that excruciating pain I was still alive. Or at least I could still live. I still had a soul! I still existed! It seems some religion was right after all! But, I died to a cliche! Dear lord, if my wish for controlling time gets overwritten by cliches. But that wouldn't happen right? I mean maybe nothing will happen! Maybe, I'll just be here eternally with nothing else.
And then it all dissipated. I was just in nothingness. I still had my thoughts but that was it, there was just nothing. It's a feeling that's hard to describe. Then something even I didn't expect!
A voice. Magnificent and inspiring. It felt like he knew all yet was so gentle. And yet, I had an idea of who it was! It was. God! Fucking God! Didn't I read this exact same thing?
"You, my child shall be granted a new life." And then, I felt everything yet nothing. It felt so warn yet so amazingly comfy. I could stay here for the rest of my everything and I'd never get tired of it. It just felt so, nice!
Michael, later realized something, he was in a womb! It all made sense. The voice. The wish. The books! Haha, come at me world! Michael's, here to beat the shit out of whoever you can throw at me!
An unknown amount of time passed however he felt something different. Something very different! He could hear voices! I don't know how much time has passed since I got here but I sure as hell know what's gonna happen!
He was going to be born, into this new world! New friends will be made! A new life! A new existence!
He finally got out, after clawing for life and a pushing force from his supposed mother. I hope this world won't have fathers giving birth!
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