A World Full Of Yanderes

Chapter 2: The Task

Surprisingly there seemed to be no afterlife, since my unfortunate death. Instead, I have been forced to rewatch all my memories. 13 times, that’s how many times I’ve rewatched them up to now. It may not seem like a large number, but for me, it has been mind devouring. Imagine reliving every moment and mistake of your life 13 times. According to my age at death, I’ve been watching these memories for over 220 years. I don’t know when this loop will end, or whether this Is the afterlife. It feels like purgatory though, I have tried everything, all forms of suicide imaginable, I even tried repenting for all my sins.

No matter my efforts, however, I can’t escape this loop. I sighed once again after rewatching my death for the 13th time. to die in such an unlucky way really shows you the horrible life I lived, though there was no abusive father or terribly bullying. Living while being shunned by the opposite gender, the gender that my age group seems addicted to, well, it was hard.

Then the light came, it brightened up the repeating memories that were just starting from the beginning, burning them to ashes, as they slowly floated away. I was baffled, never knowing when it was going to end. Then I felt, a touch on my skin, and a light breaking through my shut eyelids. I burst awake and looked around feeling free. It was invigorating to live again. Then I took notice of my situation. In a small room with two chairs, I was seated in one and a glowing golden body seated across from me.

It was like being in an interrogation room, except the interrogator was a man covered in a full glowing golden spandex bodysuit. Mind-blowing. He then spoke to me in a majestic voice “How was death?”

I studied the man for several seconds, I’m obviously not alive anymore, and this person knows about what occurred to me, is he some type of God?

“Yes, you could refer to me as a God or the God if you wish, but I’m curious how you enjoyed rewatching your life?” The strange man seems capable of reading my mind, I should be more baffled but after rewatching my memories for over two hundred years that much cant amaze me. For some reason, I also feel calmer now, as if my emotions matter less, though they still exist they just seem insignificant.

“I don’t have all day, did you enjoy it or should I just send you back?” The man was becoming impatient so I replied, “I hated it with every fibre of my being, so what will happen now, will I go to heaven or…?”

“Ha! you, heaven? Boy to be granted access to hell or heaven you must be on the farthest side of either spectrum, the most despicable criminals or most benevolent of saints. The average person who doesn’t commit such grave sins or good deeds will instead rewatch their memories until their soul is needed for reincarnation, in which case they will be reborn after their memories are wiped. The length in which you become reincarnated will depend on your good deeds or evil sins.”

“So, you obviously called me here for a reason, why? Shouldn’t you just reincarnate me?”

“Haha, your quite optimistic, too bad for you, you’re not scheduled to reincarnate for over 118,473 years. There are far too many souls and you never did a noteworthy thing throughout life.”

I instantly began to panic, it was frightening, I had no desire to go back to that dark place, I would do whatever it took to stay away from there, and this god obviously had something he wanted or he would never have called me here. I came to the determination that no matter what it took, I would complete any task.

“I approve of your resolve, my task for you, if completed successfully, will let you live how you want forever. If you complete it, you may travel to any world with virtually unlimited power, or you may visit heaven and enjoy its benefits, you may even travel between both heaven and the mortal realm, a privilege only a very few in the eons of time are granted”

It sounded like a dream but I know there’s a catch. “Why can’t you do it if you’re already a god though, why do I have to do this dangerous task?”

“Because I’m too lazy”

“…” did he just say that??? WTF?!?

“Wait, Wait, Wait. Why was I chosen among all the other souls, I’m sure there’s plenty of better options?”

“Are you trying to get me to change my mind?? Well, I’ll answer your question regardless, it’s because of your special talent with the ladies, you have a special inborn gift. Now since that’s all the questions I have time for or care to answer regardless of time, your task will be to collect orbs. They are the keys to a world and if collected will give the user complete control over each individual world. I need you to bring me the orbs for several specific worlds. do you accept the task?”

I took no time to think about it. I would worry about what worlds or challenges I would face later, for now, I could never go back to that endless cycle of torment, “I accept!”

“Very well, I will grant you the new name Luke, and all the new worlds you travel will give you this name, good luck brave soul, get me some orbs!”

A powerful force seems to blind me, and suddenly all my senses have been silenced, I feel nothing. Then comes a warmth, one I’ve never felt before, it was amazing, wait… Wait!! WAIT!!?!?! AM I IN A WOMB!?!?!

Time however passed quickly in this warm yet disgusting environment. I can’t really feel anything besides warmth and hunger, I don’t really know if I’m going to the bathroom ever, or if I feel sticky. It’s kinda like being asleep but a very light sleep where I always on the brink of waking up. It is extremely uncomfortable.

[Two weeks later]

I think its time, I finally feel as if I’m being moved, very slowly, I can hear screaming. Oh! It’s the air, I feel a draft on my sensitive skin. It burns! The pain is so intense, maybe its cause I have the same pain receptors as a baby, but I’m sure if I got a papercut right now I would undoubtedly burst into tears, is this what being a child is like? Uh! I feel gooey now, why is being a baby so disgusting, EHHH!! It’s cold and dry, maybe a blanket is cleaning me. Though I didn’t like the sticky stuff, it was better than this sandpaper towel! there is no way this is a baby blanket! I hate all of this so much!

God! you know what though, suddenly I feel really tired, I think, I’m going, to, go, too, s.l.e.e.p…