Chapter 2: CH 2 Unspeakable horror
He opened his eyes in an extremely unfamiliar place.
"That facking cat" Pavitr tries to observe his surroundings to find where he is with anticipation that what occurred a few moments prior was nothing but a nightmare. But to his horror, he can't see anything. There is nothing but darkness here.
When his gaze went downward he saw himself wearing a silky white satin robe instead of the loose T-shirt and blue trousers wore before heading out. This white satin robe is tied with a golden strip of cloth which is embroidered with a beautiful pattern using white threads. The sleeves of the robe are embroidered with a mesmerizing veins-like design with golden shine thread.
He rubbed his eyes thinking he might be hallucinating because of the bizarreness of the view. His body feels extremely unfamiliar to him. His chest area feels big and pumped, His long cascading hairs are swaying with imaginary winds.
"Ah!!" His eyes widened in horror thinking something was wrong with his body when he heard a girlish voice instead of his own.
"How cruel, that little kitty like you. It's your fault, to try becoming a hero by dodging her. Well, disturbance with fate is quite normal while that, you were lucky you only experience this much. Anyway, you are chosen and get a chance to get isekai!!" A White figure with only one hand said in an enthusiastic tone as he took a party popper out of thin air and somehow was able to blow it with one hand only.
A birthday hat on his head appears out of nowhere. His only unscathed hand held a used party popper while the other one, which is cleanly cut from the shoulder, is slowly regenerating. All his other distinguishing features are not comprehensible and blurred. The only thing he can see is a white humanoid figure.
The feeling of unfamiliarity lessened significantly while his long hair and big chest vanished as if it all was just his imagination since the start.
Pavitr rubs his hand on the surface of the ground to feel the texture of the floor but he can't feel anything. It's as if there is nothing. He became more sure that he had died because of the surreal sensation he was experiencing. There is no other explanation for this or at least he can't think of any other explanation.
"So that's how I died. I hope that cat experienced a horrible death" Few curse words escape from his mouth remembering the cat which is the cause of his sudden death. When he was just about to curse the 7 generations and 9 lives of that cat, the words of that white figure rang in his ears.
He again looked at the white silhouette who looked pretty much like Hito Gami from Unemployed Rebirth with great anticipation.
"Who are you and why me?" Pavitr asks with his manly voice. The word Isekai grabbed his attention. Thoughts like it is a devil deceiving him by playing mind games pop into his mind but he doesn't care.
First of all, he is already dead, in its clench, and can't escape. 2nd It didn't do anything bad and just gave him an offer so either the offer is genuine or he needs my consent. Well, there is another possibility of it being sadistic f*cker but then again it is out of his control. As for other possibilities, he can only say that the offer was too great.
Pavitr knows he has died but he is not sad in the slightest. It surprised him too, He knew he wouldn't make a big fuss but didn't expect that there would be no reaction. What is there to live for anyway except some games, novels, and movies?
"Oh you can call me Spectator and as for your other Questions don't know, don't care, ask the Author. Be careful his stupidity is contagious" The weight entity who calls himself Spectator said playfully, while leaving all those boring explanations to the Author. He sits on the ground with his legs crossed while his chin rests on the back of his hands. As if nothing is worthy of its interest except seeing why its friend chooses to make a move after remaining silent all that time. It comes here just in case something fun happens and for a reason even the Author doesn't know. As his friend takes Author as a fake name he was quite tempted to tell Pavitr he is Co-author but knowing he won't do a shit, He thought Spectator would be better.
"Hello, my dear child. You can call me the author. I am gonna write a novel on you so do good things and make me proud" the Author said with his ethereal voice. His tone quickly changes from Irritation to an emotion a mortal like Pavitr couldn't understand. As for how he understood he was irritated he didn't know.
"Heh," A silly smile appears on the spectator's face.
The explanation might sound stupid to others but it makes perfect sense to Pavitr for some bizarre reason.
Every day before sleeping he always imagines what he would do If he got Isekai instead of that certain lolicon pervert man who is after a certain red-haired young girl. Whenever he read or watched something in the Isekai genre he would always get fascinated. With a tingle of envy in his eyes, he thinks about what would he do if he were in their place.
So he was quite tempted to say yes but he had a few questions to ask. "What will be my cheat, Tell me would BenD over be able to defeat the demon king and why is Kaven Voss acting strangely in the last few chapters?? What will happen in Loki S2 and 2nd volume of Lord of the Mys..." Before he could ask further Author cut him off saying "Your Transmigration is your cheat"
A frown appears on his face upon hearing the answer. He protests saying "Give me a better..."
The author again cut him off saying fine in an annoyed tone.
"Going or not?" he asked but this time Pavitr instantly answered with a yes.
"1 min, anything else?" the Author asks
"What kind of world will I be going into??" Pavitr asked.
"You know that world very well. The world you are going into is well-loved by you. We talked about it before too, remember" The author happily enlightened him with his explanation.
'Talk before?? Wait he said to call him Author. So maybe...' Pavitr's eyes widened with horror. He looked into his eyes to discover any hint of deceptiveness in them but couldn't find any. The only thing he saw was a big smirk pasted all over his face and a crazy look in his eyes.
"Can I reconsider the offer?" Pavitr asks with great expectation. Exaggerated feelings of fear wash over him.
But it only makes the smirk on the Author's face widen."No, and the time is almost up"
When he hears about time a thought suddenly hits his mind like thunder and he quickly speaks at lightning speed. While Author, knowing what he is thinking smiles and starts the countdown.
"3"
"Wait!!, " 2" At least tell me of Loki S2 "1" Don't leave me in—" Pavitr vanished from the place and so he couldn't complete his sentence again.
"Petty as always," It said and sighed.
"Why did you help him??" Spectator continued.
"Helping a daughter is the duty of a father. I think I as well might start taking sides now" The author sighed and answered with great disappointment in his voice.
"He is your daughter?? How couldn't I feel it??" He asked with a crazy look in his eyes.
"No idiot, You and your gender bender fetish. Huh," the Author sighed.
"But it's hot. Well, where were we? Yea, you were about to transform into a girl. Now the nuisance is gone. You can continue." Spectator said with a crazy look in his eyes which sent shivers down the spine of the author.
"But I never sai—" "STRIP AND TRANSFORM, or you want to go to war with me. Think of your children" Spectator said in a lustful tone. He is getting nose-breed just thinking of the result.
"I said no. You finally lost your mind. Who would go to war for that reason? Go ask other siblings if you're that desperate" The author said in annoyance.
"Something small?? You are one of the few siblings who accept gender. And sorry to say it but you're the weakest among them" Spectator said
The words of Spectator pierce his heart, Knowing talking will lead nowhere author quickly uses the power to kick him out of his dominion.
Formless blue Tentacles emerge out of the ground encircling the spectator.
"Sorry dear, but I don't have a tentacle fetish. I have enough tentacle foreplay, I think we should move to the main event now" As Spectator said, the tentacle encircling him with all the tentacles in the multiverse ceased to exist.
"Stop saying dear it's creepy and I think you forget something. It's my dominion!!" The Author roars as the sinister blue tentacles come to exist again breaking reality, concepts, rules, and everything swallowing the spectator and kicking him out of dominion.
"Huu" He sighs in relief. Knowing he protects his chastity from the monster who wants to eat him all alive. But to his disbelief, his dominion begins to shudder and some cracks start appearing in the space ahead of him. A bloody hand emerges out of the crack widening it.
"H-How," the Author asks in disbelief.
"Oh dear you are too kind" A deep voice escapes from the crack filling the entire dominion with unspeakable horror.
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