I held onto the bottle lightly as Tinsley continued to feed me. Only a few days had passed and I was already growing bored. Surprisingly, being a newborn and being limited to just laying down all day is not the most thrilling life. Shocking. Although, this is probably the best sleep I have gotten in years since I'm unconscious for about seventy per cent of the day. This is my life now.
Everybody was still nothing but a mere grey blur as I quickly discovered that babies have very poor eyesight. Despite that, though, I have been able to recognise some of the ladies through their voice or speech mannerisms. One of them says 'et cetera' so much that I can physically feel my will to live leaving my body. She'll just throw it at the end of the sentence when she's not even listing things! I swear, someone could literally start playing frisbee with my body and I would still like them more than her.
Luckily, this time I have been greeted by Tinsley, a young girl who technically can't be much older than me. I'm guessing that she's around nineteen. Tinsley often rambles on about how she can't wait to have children of her own someday. I believe the names she likes the most are Raphael and Evelyn.
"My husband sent word last night that he will be returning by next month so that we may spend the first light with each other."
I forgot how young some people marry. Fun fact: Juliet was like twelve and her mother was pressuring her to have kids. Romeo was also about sixteen and only got with Juliet as a rebound. I hate Shakespeare. If I even considered having a child at twelve, I think my parents would have performed a back street lobotomy on me.
The girl giggled as she brought the bottle away from my mouth and lifted me to pat my back. It was obvious she had experience looking after children in the way she spoke alone. "Ah, first light is the biggest holiday of the year and is on the first day of spring," she chirped happily.
Tinsley is one of the few people I promise not to kill when I inevitably set this place on fire. Her happiness is almost infectious and I feel like doing anything bad to her is on the same level as kicking a three-legged puppy. You just don't do that shit, man.
Speaking of shit, I need to find Isaac. The sooner the better. I know he fell into the portal as well but I don't know if he was also reincarnated as a baby or even arrived at this specific world. I wonder how he's going to react when he finds out I've been reincarnated into his waifu. That alone has given me more incentive to find him.
Finding the portal is also going to be a pain in the ass. There is probably a shit ton of random cult tomfuckery lying about and figuring out which one is the correct one is going to be a challenge.
A thought occurs. I can understand people perfectly and I have retained all of my memories, so I should be able to read. I might just have to wait it out until I can walk so that I can find books on magic.
Tinsley flicked her hands and all the candles illuminating the room, which was much too big for an infant, died down. Basic magic seemed to be on the same level as basic maths here, everybody knew it. They were required in order to go about day to day life. All that just to say, my dream of setting shit on fire with my mind has finally come true.
Man, I am going to be the worst thing to happen to this world.
(This is the part where I would laugh maniacally if I were physically capable)
After I let out a small hiccup, Tinsley laid me back down in my small bed and softly laid my head on the pillow. I tugged lightly at the silk sheets that she had placed on top of me.
I feel like I haven't really considered my situation. I'm in another world. I am an infant. Anime has probably desensitized me to all of this since isekai is an inescapable tapeworm, but, I am a fucking baby princess in another world! I didn't even get hit by a truck. There was a portal in my basement...
That just begs the question; why, in the name of fuck, was there a whole ass portal in my basement?
It was clear that it wasn't accidental. Like someone just tripped and accidentally carved the exact ancient runes around a black, doorway sized rectangle and just so happened to make a gateway to another dimension. Someone put it there, either to get from this world to ours or from our world to here.
Finding out who did it and how might just be my ticket out of here.
More importantly, I need to find out why people are just casually vibing through the space-time continuum.
As Tinsley quietly hummed a tune, she gently rocked my cradle. Even though I have the mind of an eighteen-year-old, this body is still that of a baby only five days old. Whilst sleep continued to swiftly overcome me, one thought paraded through my mind.
'I need to find this person because nobody gets to fuck up worlds except me, bitch.'