Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 2- Am I really THE Ugly Baby?

*^Books open doors. Illustration. From themindsjournal.com^* 

My bleary eyes have begun to function properly recently. It was something that scared me when I was born into this world. It was the first thing I noticed when I woke up again and was all I could think of. It was different from what I had thought. The character's name was randomly generated when she was born resulting in her being called Emma Miller, but people in her birth country just assumed her British mother decided on it for attention.

She was meant to survive without knowing what importance being able to see had. Afterall, THE ugly baby was one of the nicknames the character had been called when she was being bullied the most. But some others commented on her eyesight in sly ways to make her look bad and to add insult to the fact that she couldn't possibly know how to fix herself without a experienced surgeon. It wasn't something that the public knew about though. The public and others don't take the time to find things out about a person, especially if they were an easy target.

I suppose it was similar to being colour-blind for Emma. That was all I could say about what her life consisted of, and me thinking I was her resulted in me having whimpered in my pool of excess skin for a while. Since it was the case that both of us didn't know much about this world and both are consistently kept in the dark. So we knew no better. It was like I was just seeing something that others saw as maroon, as blue. And yes, I'm aware this sounds dramatic for a barely born child to be talking about, but I was reincarnated into a web novel that could be seen as a narcissist's diary. There was too much that was unknown to me and I wasn't smart.

The more I think about it, the more I lament about my lack of strengths. I was born in the biological family of Emma Miller and was born with the many issues that plagued that same character. But I am clearly not her and the fact that I wasn't named Emma Miller at birth with a random name generator proved it.

No, it's probably the whole being able to see like I used to in my past life that was the cause for difference to announce itself in my head. It was a scary thing to think about after all. To be able to use your senses and appreciate it fully. But for the next moment to be plunged into pain and not being able to see or use your senses properly. It was terrifying.

That however, wasn't something my mind could logically focus on though. Afterall, I have my sight back and it's better than ever. Additionally, finding out that you might be named via a random name generator is crazy. I've been to those sites before and they could give you some dodgy names.

So regardless of whether or not I should be concentrating on thinking about the character discrepancies, I once again deviated and started to focus on looking at my surroundings.

"Ah!", I just saw my reflection on the floating game thinga ma jig.

It scared me... I feel bad.

Right, where was I. Hmm... That's right, I was concentrating on thinking.

Currently I am just over 9 months old and I've recognised from the horrific form I am currently in that I am the tool that's destined to be used to death in this web novel. Suffice to say I thought I was screwed and was wondering how I could off myself.

At this very moment I'm still aware of the blinding pain that I'm in. So maybe it won't- Nope, stop thinking stupid thoughts. It would make me feel pathetic to just off myself like that. Yep, it's better to wait and see if others would dare to offend me! Afterall, I have a bottom line and I can see completely before I became 4 years old unlike Emma, who only had partial sight at age 4. I'm clearly unlike my selves counterpart in the web novel.

But it is interesting that I'm so different. I had thought I'd be the same and there was a chance that the web novel could predict the future of my current life. To elaborate, I thought the web novel already accounted for myself being reincarnated as Emma and it was showing me an inescapable fate of sorts. Or well, something along the lines of that. But no. No one could see my form, I could see and no one currently cares about me unlike Emma at birth.