I wake up to the sound of a nuclear siren
"Ugh, did my roommate change my alarm noise, it's so loud!" I slowly open my eyes and see that a phone by the side of the pillow is making that ear-burning sound.
"But whose phone is that and why is my pillow green and white stripes instead of the all-black style I prefer?" I look around my surroundings and see that instead of a bunk bed with my roommate snoring on top of it, I just see the bed I'm on, then I realized.
"Did I get kidnapped!?" I screamed so loud my voice hurt, I jumped up and fumbled to get out of the bed, just as my foot touched the floor I felt a god awful headache as I collapsed to the floor, the pain of the headache was so strong that I lost consciousness when I woke up I saw my memories had combined with someone else but I had to sort these memories out to figure out who that was since my head was still in a jumbled mess from the headache, from this I also figured out that, I had reincarnated!
I stood up and sat back on the bed, as I stood I felt a lot heavier than in my past life, I could still control my body perfectly, but it felt like it had a lot more restrictions, I sorted through my bodies memories quickly; it felt like I was watching a movie. It was strange because I was in the first person in all these memories as if I was the person in them... but it also felt like I wasn't.
I only remembered some of the important stuff of the memories since I sorted through the memories so quickly I decided I'll figure out all the unimportant stuff later, I figured out that this body had the same name as my past life, Mireilla Miller, It's a pretty unique name my friends couldn't really pronounce it so I just let them called me Mire, the closest I've seen someone else's name to mine was "Mireille" a female friend I had met at high school, so it was pretty cool I had the same name as my past life.
I felt something in my eye and noticed it was a long strand of hair as soon as I noticed it was a long strand of hair I instinctively moved it to the side which was still a little odd to me since I had short hair in my past life.
I looked around my room, not fully used to the other Mire's room, which he spent most of his time in; I got up from the bed and looked around the room. The room was kinda like a stereotype of an otaku room, anime posters, action figures, a few shelves full of manga. But there was something I didn't understand while looking at these posters. I didn't know any of the animes. I also noticed he lived in the basement.
I was not an otaku in my past life as he was, but I still knew and watched the most famous ones. Be Naruto, Fairy Tail, Dragon Ball, Sword Art Online, Bleach... I watched the most famous and from time to time I saw some posts about some of the less known animes, but of all these posters, I never saw or heard anything about them. It's like they're all original... maybe this Mire was an author? No, It's not possible.
Speaking of this Mire, from his memories I could tell he suffered a lot of bullying at school, to the point of becoming a neet who wouldn't leave his room unless he was hungry and everybody else was asleep.
He had a father called Oliver Millers, a mother called Amelia, and two five-year-old twin siblings, Lucas, and Isabella Millers.
When the parents realized the depressive and isolated personality that their son was growing into, they both tried everything to help him. But this Mire always ignored them and stayed locked in his room, playing games or watching animes.
From the room, the only thing I can recognize and say that I would use well is the computer that this Mire used to play on. As I understand it, he bought a few dollars in "Jitcoin" when it cost little and after a few years, he sold thinking that he wouldn't go higher than that, using the money to buy a new computer. But this was another aggravating factor for Mire's depression, as the price continued to rise and he had sold all the Jitcoin's he had left to buy a new computer, leaving another sorrow in his heart.
The last conversation this Mire had with his family was about two months ago. I don't remember having any parents in my previous life; I lived in an orphanage. I got a job in a gym near the orphanage, so I was a very athletic person growing up. I could also support myself from this job.
I move around the room and see a mirror since I was in the first person in all the memories, I never actually got to see his body figure or how he looked, I walk to the mirror and see a short 5'4 fleshy guy in the mirror; he had acne all over his face and his blonde hair was puffed up, looking like it hadn't been combed in days. He also had Cheeto dust and food all over his pants and shirt.
Although I was expecting him not to be the fittest person, I at least hoped he would take care of himself. I knelt down In disappointment, almost falling over because of the weight of the new body.
I may not have had idol-like looks in my past life, but because I knew how talk well and was a good listener, I dated some girls, my cell phone had several contacts of women I met at the gym I worked at but with this body... "I'm not sure what to do!" I got pissed off as I punched the ground in frustration.
A little while later, I was sitting down on his gaming chair and smelt a terrible smell. I sniffed my hair and asked myself in my brain, 'How long had it been since the other Mire showered?'