Dying then getting reincarnated wasn't something I thought possible.
Yet here I am.
But did it have to reincarnate me into a... skinny dog? A small bone-y deer...? A very hairy, with some feathers, hunched over... thing?
'What the hell am I?'
[You are a baby {–––––––}.]
'Hm, a –––––––, aye...'
Instead of thinking about my new self, I thought about something else, something bad.
I felt the terrible, horrible, terrifying need to make a bad, baad pun.
'Hey, System.'
[Yes?]
'Ice to meet you.'
[...]
I began to chuckle. A few quiet wheezes of air puffing out.
[...sigh.]
