Being startled so suddenly is definitely not a good feeling—I can testify to that. It's like a blind person waking up with 20/20 vision one day. The disorientation is overwhelming.
"Where am I?" The sensation of being encased in darkness, unable to see but only feel—not physically, but through a soul-like awareness—is unsettling.
For what feels like years, perhaps even millennia, I remain in this state. Over time, the darkness becomes almost comforting, a paradoxical cocoon. I sense a subtle power seeping into my very essence, amplifying my awareness. Then, suddenly, a pinprick of light appears. It's like a black hole, inexorably pulling me in. And just like that, I'm sucked through.
'What the hell just happened?'
The new space I find myself in feels… alive. My mind races as I analyze the sensations: the rhythmic thumping of a heartbeat, the cramped, warm surroundings. The truth hits me like a thunderbolt.
'I'm in a womb.'
'Dear Lord, I've been reincarnated.'
My thoughts spiral into chaos. Once the initial shock subsides, I force myself to calm down. I need to think—plan. After all, this space is vastly different from where I was before. It's a second chance, but at what?
Probing my awareness, I feel faint tendrils of energy within me. A thought crosses my mind: this might not be Earth as I know it. Could it be… a fictional universe? Marvel? DC? No, I'd be dead in a day if it were Marvel. I push the thought aside for now.
I try to ground myself by recalling my past. My name… my family… but nothing comes. My mind is a blank slate when it comes to personal memories. Their faces, their voices, all gone.
'Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.'
It doesn't work. Frustration claws at me, but I suppress it. There's no point dwelling on what's lost. What I do remember, oddly enough, is every film, show, and book I've ever consumed, like they're etched into my brain. A strange consolation prize, but I'll take it.
The energy within me continues to circulate, strengthening me over time. Occasionally, I hear faint whispers, but I ignore them, waiting for the inevitable moment of change.
And then it happens. The space around me tightens, pushing me forward. A blinding light pierces my vision as I'm thrust into a chaotic new environment. The sounds are too loud, the light too bright. But strangely, my senses seem sharper than a normal newborn's should be. The power within me is still there, thrumming beneath the surface.
"Isn't she beautiful?" a voice says above me.
I look up to see a blond-haired man with warm hazel eyes smiling down at me. His expression is fond, even loving.
"Yes, she is," another voice chimes in. I turn my head to see a sweaty, brown-haired woman with kind brown eyes. She's beautiful too, just like the man.
"What should we name her?" she asks.
"What about Abigail?" the man suggests, flashing a brilliant smile.
"Abigail Talbot," the woman repeats thoughtfully. "That sounds nice."
My world tilts. Talbot. Abigail Talbot.
I'm in Supernatural.
Oh, I loved the TV series, but who in their right mind would want to live here? On the plus side, we seem wealthy, and, well, Sam and Dean are undeniably attractive. But on the downside? This world crawls with monsters, demons, angels, and every imaginable nightmare.
And my father—my dear future father—is destined to be a pedophile.
I'm so screwed.