"Aah~"
A familiar sound filled Jeremy's ears as he opened his eyes groggily. His mind felt a little weak and dizzy, while his vision was hazy and unfocused as if his head had just smashed under a sledgehammer… because it indeed was.
Out of instinct, he tried to raise his hands and rub his hazy eyes, however he failed at such a simple task. His hand didn't move as he told them to, nor could he feel them too well due to his unfocused state of mind.
"F*ck! Why wouldn't they move?!" Jeremy opened his cute little mouth to express his annoyance, but all that came out of his lips was a loud cry like that of a newborn baby.
Well, close enough because he wasn't a newborn baby, he was 3 months old.
'Wait these noises... this crying... don't tell me I am a f*cking infant again...' Jeremy cried in despair, his loud cries disturbing his parents who were having quite a good time beside him, like it was normal to have sex next to a baby.
"Shut the f*ck up, Mark!" his 'mother' cursed in annoyance, causing Jeremy to look at her, his cries still unhindered and annoyingly loud.
And there she was, squatting over a man on the bed, riding him naked in all her glory. She made erotic noises as she moved up and down, back and forth.
Jeremy understood her annoyance, it sucked to be disturbed during such a good time, especially when his 'father' seemed to be on the bigger side than most.
But his dizzy little brain failed to comprehend one simple question, WHY THE HELL WERE THEY F*CKING NEXT TO A CHILD?!?!
'Is that a crazy new kink or what? Where the hell did I come to this time…' Jeremy bristled, crying louder. 'Is that a trend in this world? I mean... quite awkward, but hey, maybe it won't be that bad after trying it?'
HE WAS ACTUALLY CONSIDERING DOING IT HIMSELF!
But well, expecting logical arguments from him was a long shot anyway.
"Why the hell is this son of a b*tch crying so much?!" his father, quite bulky and muscular for his age, looked at Jeremy and extended his huge hand towards him. His palm felt even larger than the whole world to Jeremy who scrunched to the corner of the bed and rolled on the side to avoid his grapple.
The huge hand was covering his vision, and he had little to no command over his infantile body.
As an instinctive result of his childish body and woozy brain, he rolled on the bed and fell off the bed. He felt his world spin, something blunt hit his head and he instantly lost consciousness, a dull thud silenced the room...
"F-F*ck, he fell down..." Mark's dad brought back his extended hand with a tinge of worry.
"F*cking shithead, can't he even lay down properly?! Why the hell did I have to birth such a defective shit?!" angry, Mark's mother placed her hand on Mark's dad's neck and began to ride him even faster, shaking her ass like an experienced hoe.
The father wanted to stop her and check up on his son, but looking at her crazed and horny look, he knew she definitely wouldn't like to stop right now.
"Ahh baby I am so close~" she choked him harder and moaned, "Forget about that little shit, he will be fine after just a little fall. He is a man."
'He is just a baby...' the father didn't retort and kept silent.
But what he didn't know was that he would soon regret this choice a lot... Because his son was on the floor... lying lifeless in a pool of blood that leaked from a gash on his cute little head...
Jeremy, or rather... Mark, was as dead as he could possibly be.
***
"Holy crap-" with a sharp yelp, a man sat up abruptly from his bed. "What the hell is that new kink- crazy mother*ckers!" Jeremy cursed, even though he had taken over a new, healthy body again, he could still feel the stinging pain from his forehead as it split open, even if it wasn't real, it did hurt like a bitch.
"They didn't even bother to check if the baby is alright after falling down…" Jeremy shook his head for a moment and then shrugged casually, "Oh well, who cares? I didn't want to become an infant again anyway."
Jeremy got up from his seat and looked at his hands, they felt a little fat and bulky. Maybe his new host was a bodybuilder or a hulk? But the body felt a little slow and quite tardy as if a lot of weight was weighing him down, making it hard to perform swiftly.
'I hope it's not a fat, ugly bastard… I don't want to suicid…e… aga…in…' Jeremy while talking to himself, glanced at the mirror and froze, smiling brightly, he beamed with immense joy.
'How should I die this time?' he thought with a smile on his face, a huge, sarcastic, and cold smile that would send chills down the spine of the world's bravest soldiers.
Fate being a fickle little sl*t, had transferred Jeremy into the ugliest-looking f*cker he had seen in his whole life, which wasn't short by any means. At least he hasn't seen such an ugly monstrosity in the mirror before. As they say, there is a first for everything, I guess.
After dying and reviving for agonizing 49 times, there was no way his mind would remain in the 'normal' conditions. Because even though he might seem normal to most people, he was the most broken being there was. He had near to no humane feelings left such as compassion, kindness, or empathy.
The continuous agony, mistreatment, and cold, hard truth had eroded every little wisp of emotions from his mind.
Or in the more appropriate terms, it had eroded every positive emotion from his mind. Because what was left was a husk of negative beliefs and selfishness for his own pleasure.
Thus, seeing himself in such an ugly body, Jeremy couldn't help but suppress his gag feelings to assault him. Because yes, he was incredibly racist and discriminated heavily based on looks. He also got killed due to that many times, after all.
'How should I end the misery of this pathetic existence?' Jeremy thought with a cold look, disgusted by the short, fat, ugly, pathetic man in the mirror, which was unluckily, he himself. And to make things worse, this guy had receding hairline, sparse and thin hairs that threatened to fall off by a mere touch.
Vomit on the top of this amazing cake made out of poop.
(AN- Pun on the cherry on the top and icing on the cake)
'F*cking hell, I want to die.' Jeremy stroked his double chin, "What should I try this time? Sky-diving without a parachute sounds good, I haven't tried that yet. And also the death from too much sex, though I doubt even the cheapest hoe will sleep with him."
"Well, Sky-diving without parachute it is!" Jeremy was thrilled… until suddenly…
[ WEE-oo WEE-oo ]
[ Suicidal thoughts detected. Under the intention of violating law 2 of Planet NoKiNoDe, you need to be presented in the asylum for an immediate obligatory mental health check-up.
Law 2: All lives must be protected; absolute ban on suicide, murder, cannibalism, and life-threatening activities.
You are being knocked unconscious until further notice. Kindly follow the laws from now on. ]`
*Thud*
The moment notice had finished blaring, Jeremy was knocked unconscious by an unknown force and his body fell face-first on the floor.