《I can't believe my fiance chose me to be her cheat when she was summoned to another world》Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
The last thing I remembered was having a ridiculous string of thoughts as a truck came as it hit me and Sadie. Not one of my brighter moments. That definitely could have gone a lot better. While I can’t change what has already been done, I might as well try and learn to not let myself be distracted to the point that I completely forget my surroundings.
Speaking of, why is Sadie standing near a mysteriously hooded figure with ominously glowing features? That doesn’t seem very safe.
“Babe? Why is there a mysterious figure with glowy teeth and hair? Its kinda weird. And for that matter where the heck are we even?”
Before she could even speak a word in response the figure spoke. “How about I answer your questions instead of your babe. It’ll go a lot quicker and I would rather not waste anymore time dealing with you two.”
“I mean I guess? I mean I’d rather hear it in her beautiful voice. But if you’re going to be so rude, I don’t want to waste my time on you either then.”
“That works for me. Basically long story short, your fiance is going to be summoned as the hero of another world and I decided to give her my blessing for a small favor. And so she chose, out of everything, for you to be her ‘cheat’ as she is in this new world. Of course, considering you’re supposed to be a cheat I think you might be a little to weak.” The voice laughed as they decided to make a hurtfully accurate statement. Apparently that wasn’t the end of what they had to say though as once they finished laughing they continued. “Don’t worry though, I’ll be lenient to you two lovebirds and give you both my blessings.”
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I really didn’t know how to respond to that. I guess I should just try my best and give my most eloquent response that I can think up on the spot.
“Uhhhh, thanks?” A small grimace too just to perfect my socially awkward response.
Perfect.
Exactly what I picture when I think of full of suave and grace.
God I really don’t act my age. Maybe I really should have gone back to school. That could have helped me get over my social awkwardness. Nah. Whom I kidding, nothing could help me. I’m unrepairable. Then again don’t fix what ain’t broke, and I’ve always claimed I’m not broken…
...Wait?
Let me just backtrack a little bit…
…”Are you God?” Oh shit, I just said that out loud. Fuck. Did I just break some super secret thing that wasn’t supposed to be mentioned?
Thankfully nothing really changed in the demeanor of the figure before me. (Though honestly I’ve never been very good at reading body language. And I highly doubt I’d be able to notice the subtle difference between a fully clothed stranger’s posture enough to actually guess their emotions.) “God? I guess some might refer to our kinds as such. I’m simply a Lorde. A being so powerful I could kill you with a blink if I so choose it. But that’s always been a boring option, I’ve always preferred a more personal method. Though that is a degression and I believe you’re asking that for a more stupid reason.”
“I mean, you don’t have to call it a stupid reason but yeah. I guess I was asking it for another reason.”
Well that’s really weird, I can literally feel their eyes glaring at me. “And that would be? You speak as though I am a mind reader.”
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“Wait, you’re a god and you can’t read my mind? Wait you said kinds… Does that mean there are more of you? Do they all glow like you? How did you make me feel your eyes on me? What’s with the hoodie? Is it a fashion statement? Do you have your hood up because you’re horribly disfigured? Can I get glowy hair like-”
The figure just looked once again and my lips immediately stopped. Air suddenly left my lungs and I could no longer take in any breaths. No matter how much I willed my body to listen it refused to respond. Soon lights started to flash and I felt myself almost losing consciousness.
Their mouth formed into a small smirk as they looked at me again. This time though I didn’t feel the same pressure and instead actually felt the pressure release. Air immediately filling my lungs as I tried to prevent myself from collapsing onto the nonexistent floor.
“Good now you’ve stopped. Has anyone ever told you that your existence in and of itself is a regretful thing? And no please don’t respond. I’d rather not hear your irritating voice ever again for the rest of my very long life. And to answer your questions, I refuse to humor them and give you and answer. In fact, I refuse to humor your presence any longer. You’ve ruined your chance to get anything else from me. Enjoy your new world.”
After that the figure moved for the first time ever since I first showed up, and flicked the air in front of them.
Only it wasn’t that simple and with that flick both me and Sadie disappeared. I felt and saw myself disintegrating into billions of tiny flecks. Each part of me seperating further and further into tinier speaks. All while fully aware of each of every piece of me. Fuck.
FUck. FUCK. FucCcK. FUcKKK. FuCkK. This shit hurts so much. As I became smaller and yet more I became unable to keep my thoughts together. Finally at last blanking out.
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