You Were Born Inside Your Head

Chapter 3

When I awoke, the void had been replaced by a stark white room. The kitsune was nowhere to be seen, and in his place was a long, gleaming table laden with what looked like surgical instruments. I tried to sit up, but my body felt wrong, too soft, too pliable.

My eyes widened as I looked down and saw my tiny hands, my skin a fresh, unblemished pink. Panic flooded through me as I realized the horrifying truth: I was a baby. A fucking baby.

The room was stark white, devoid of any comforting familiarity, the only sound the distant wail of what had to be another newborn. And that's when I saw him, a little baby that looks exactly like fucking gon from hxh. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a pitiful wail.

My eyes darted around the room, searching for any clue as to what the hell was happening. That's when I saw it, the reflection in the gleaming chrome of the medical equipment. Two tiny hands, flailing about in a panic, and a mirror image of myself in the glass. A twin. A fucking twin.

My twin is fucking gon freecs, I thought, the horror sinking in deeper than that knife could ever reach. This had to be the universe's cruelest joke. I was a baby again, and not just any baby, but a baby with a twin whose been plucked straight out of a shonen manga.

And oh God the father, my eghhh- father, Ging, really furry guy, r you fucking serious, is this cause I keep calling you a furry? Fuck this, I'm out! I screamed, or rather, I would have if I could form coherent words or had the lung capacity.

But alas, all that came out was a pathetic wail that made me sound like a dying cat in heat. I looked around for something, anything to vent my frustration on, but all I could see were these tiny, useless fists that would probably only manage to tickle the furry son of a bitch if I ever got the chance to use them.

The door to the room slammed open, and in strode the furry fuck himself, the kitsune from my nightmares. He was dressed in a lab coat now, which somehow made him look even more like a twisted caricature of a doctor from a shitty furry comic.

"Ah, you're awake," he said, his voice dripping with the kind of cheerfulness that only psychopaths can muster. "Welcome to your new life, little one."

I glared at him with all the fury a newborn could muster, which admittedly wasn't much. What the actual fuck, furball? I wanted to scream, but instead, all that came out was a garbled mess of sounds that even a linguist couldn't decipher. The nerve of this fluffy asshole, playing God with my afterlife like he's the star of his own furry anime.

He leaned over, his grin wide and unsettling as he stared into my wide, tear-filled eyes. "I'm sorry, did I forget to mention the twin part?" he said, his voice a symphony of mock apology. "Oh, wait, no, I didn't. I just knew you'd love the surprise."

I wanted to punch him, to wipe that smug look off his face, but all I could do was flail my tiny arms and kick my useless legs. What kind of sick twisted shit is this? I thought, my mind racing with rage and confusion. Could this be any more fucked up?

"Oh and btw, before I leave you also have a special ability," the kitsune said, his voice oozing with the kind of smugness that only a creature who's played too much dnd could muster. "You can summon characters from other animes. Because apparently that's a thing that would help in your miserable life," he added with a chuckle.

I stared at him in disbelief, my tiny baby hands balled into fists. You've got to be kidding me, I thought, or at least I would have if my brain wasn't still trying to figure out how to work my mouth. I've been reborn into an anime-themed hell, and now I've got the power to summon fictional characters? What kind of sick joke is this?

The kitsune leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Go on," he coaxed, his whiskers twitching. "Give it a try. Summon someone. I'm sure you'll find it quite... entertaining."

I gritted my teeth, the rage bubbling up inside me like a volcano about to erupt. If I had to play along with this furry's twisted game, I'd make sure to start with someone who could wipe that smug look off his face. Fine, I thought, my mental voice dripping with contempt. If I've got to deal with this shit, I'm going big.

MADARA UCHIHA, I thought, as hard as my newborn brain could muster. The image of that loveable idiot, filled my mind, and I focused all my rage and frustration into that one thought. If I had to deal with this furry hell, I might as well start with a bang.

The room grew cold, the air crackling with an energy that even a newborn like me could feel. Suddenly, the kitsune's eyes went wide, and he took a step back, his smile slipping for the first time. "What are you-"

But before he could finish, the space around us warped, and the air was filled with the sound of rushing wind. A figure materialized in a burst of light, and there he was: Madara Uchiha.

The sight was so absurd, so utterly ridiculous, that for a moment I couldn't help but laugh. The kitsune's smile had vanished, replaced by an expression of horror that was all too satisfying.

But the victory was short-lived. A searing pain shot through my tiny body, and I felt something in me snap like a twig under too much pressure. I gagged, a metallic taste flooding my mouth, and before I knew it, I was retching up what looked like a mix of blood and... something else, something that definitely shouldn't have been there.

The kitsune's eyes went wide with shock, his smug grin replaced by a look of genuine horror. "What have you done?" he hissed, taking a step back from the crimson mess I'd just created.

Backlash? I choked out, but it sounds more like a whine my tiny voice hoarse from screaming. The bitch didn't mention any fucking backlash!

The kitsune took another step back, his smile nowhere to be seen. "Well, you see, it's all part of the entertainment," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "The more... unpredictable your choices, the more interesting your journey becomes."

Fuck you, I wanted to scream to croak out, my tiny body trembling with exhaustion and pain. I didn't sign up for this shit.

The kitsune's eyes narrowed, his fur standing on end. "You're welcome," he said, his voice a mix of sarcasm and annoyance. "I've just given you a gift, and this is how you repay me?"

Madara, standing tall and imposing, his eyes burning with the Sharingan, stared at us with clear unamusement.

"Well, this is unexpected," the freaking little bastand said while wiglling his pathetic tail. "But rules are rules, I guess." And with that, he vanished into thin air, leaving me and Madara in this sterile hellhole of a room.

The pain grew worse, my vision swimming as my stomach heaved again. I felt the warm, sticky liquid of my own blood trickle down my chin, and the room spun around me. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Madara's eyes widening before he started fading away.