[?]
[Am I still alive?]
[... There's no way my fragile body survived that.]
Simon felt his consciousness drift into nothingness, he couldn't feel anything either.
Be it temperature, hunger, pain, smell, touch and taste etc...
It was a feeling much weirder than a dream.
[Is this what death is like? I just drift into nothingness?]
He had expected death to be something much more grand.
[Shouldn't a God or an Angel show up at this point?]
He furrowed his nonexistant brow.
[No way... am I just going to keep drifting like this forever?!]
[At least give me an ethereal body or something! I'm basically just a bunch of thoughts right now...]
He shouted, but of course he had no vocal chords to produce sound.
Five hours passed by...
[Damn... this really sucks...]
He sighed.
[I wanna eat French fries with cola!]
He said, his nonexistant mouth salivating.
[...]
[If you're not gonna give me a body atleast take away the desires!]
He pinched his invisible brow in frustration, one having desires to eat when he has no flesh must be agonizing.
It was akin to people who've lost their limbs and replaced it with prosthetics still somehow experiencing an itch.
[I was so angry when I died, it's so strange that I feel nothing now...]
[Does one need a body to feel emotion?]
[Nah... I guess I just don't care anymore.]
[...]
[I'm gonna die of boredom, might as well just start counting or something. ]
[1...2...3...4...5...6...7...]
///
[...1814400...1814401...1814402...]
[Sigh... has it been three weeks already? If I wasn't counting I probably would've turned into a lunatic by now.]
[!!]
Suddenly, due to being distracted from his immersive counting, he felt something.
[I feel something...]
[No rather, I feel someone.]
He couldn't quite explain it to himself properly, it was the same way one can always feel when someone is behind them or when someone is watching them.
[... it's actually two presences. I wonder what it is?]
[...]
[Well it's not like I can do anything about it, might as well keep counting. ]
[...1814435...1814436...1814437...]
Another week went by.
Counting could no longer keep him occupied as he figured out that he could do it and think about other things without losing count.
[Sigh... How am I supposed to keep myself occupied now...]
He whined inwardly.
[I still haven't figured out what those presences are.]
[Damn it just what is going on!]
[?!!]
Suddenly... He felt a surge of energy overcome him, and simultaneously one of the presences that he had felt disappeared like it was never even there.
[Something is different...]
He mused.
[Although I still feel like I'm just a collection of thoughts...]
[... I feel like I have a body now!]
[...]
[I can't move or anything like that, nor do I even have any eyes that I can open...]
[... But I can feel it!]
[I'm inside a warm liquid of some sort, surrounded by walls]
[Hmm... the presence beside me is not in the same "wall" as me.]
[It's not like I'm in my old body or anything since there's clearly a difference in size.]
[Have I been reincarnated?]
[I hope so! Haha!]
He wriggled excitedly.
[Woah I guess Truck-kun really does have that sort of power.]
[Then where and what am I right now?]
[...]
[Hmm... Warm liquid... Walls...]
[?!]
[Am I in an incubation pod?!]
His nonexistant eyes shone brightly.
[Meaning I'm like some sort of homonculus right?!]
[I hope whatever mad scientist is cooking me up in this pod juices me up with some powers and I become super OP!]
He wriggled his body excitedly inside the fluid, he wanted to laugh out loud but his mouth wouldn't open.
[...]
[What exactly am I? I feel like there's parts of me that haven't been fully developed.]
[Fuck... I hope you atleast made me a humanoid right?! Mad Scientist-San?!]
He cried inwardly, he had not considered the possibility that he could be a non-human, his mind began racing and he conjured up the images of disgusting creatures in his mind in an attempt to guess his features.
[People won't chase me into the mountains with pitchforks right?!]
[...]
[I guess I'll go back to counting now...]
[2419782...2419783...2419784...2419785..]
///
[...3628800...3628801...3628802...]
[Sigh... Has it already been six weeks now?]
[Why is it taking so long?!]
[I can now move my limbs and fingers, I still can't open my eyes or mouth but it's good that my body has gotten bigger.]
[But there's a problem...]
He pinched his brow.
[I'm too crammed in here, I'm almost as big as this damn pod!]
[If I had some sort of claustrophobia I would've died from a panick attack or something!]
[Dear Mad Scientist-San... I think I'll punch you in the face when I get out of here!]
[...]
[Should I just break out of here?]
He extended his hand to the walls of his "pod", exactly where he felt a presence.
[Might as well join these two pods together or something.]
He had already concluded that the presence next to him was from another Homonculus in a separate pod.
[Will I even be able to break it? It might be made of steel or something.]
He mused, placing his palm on the surface of the wall.
[No use thinking about it, let's just do it!]
[Hup!]
He pushed with all his might, but nothing happened, he felt the surface move a little bit but that was all.
[Why does it feel so elastic?]
He furrowed his brow, his hand still placed on the surface of the "pod".
But then suddenly!
He felt a familiar sensation, a pulse of energy surged and gushed into his being!
He felt his bones get stronger and his skeletal frame become more pronounced.
[Wh-what was that?!]
He cried inwardly.
Just like what happened the last time he felt energy enter his being, the presence beside him had completely vanished.
[What is going on?]
He racked his brain for some sort of solution but came up empty.
[!!]
Suddenly, he came to the realization that the entirety of his body was pressed against all sides of the wall.
[Fuck! Did I get bigger?!!]
He panicked, trying to twist his body but there was barely any space to even turn his head.
During the time he spent in the "pod" he didn't feel the need to breathe or eat but he suddenly felt his chest area become hot and pressed.
It was suffocation, he needed oxygen, for the first time in close to two months he needed to breathe.
[Ugh! I can't breath!]
"Mpff!"
His throat vibrated, letting out a muffled cry.
The fluids he was in entered his mouth and nostrils, prompting him to vigorously move his body.
*Crack!*
His elbow cracked the walls that encased him.
*Crack!*
He continued to vigorously bash his body against the "pod", desperately trying to break free so he can breath.
The walls kept getting weaker and he could feel it, he mustered all the strength that his body could allow and finally broke free.
"*cough!* *cough!*"
He spat out the fluids that were in his lungs and breathed in fresh air for the first time in months.
His eyelids trembled and the bright light an invitation for him to open his eyes.
So Simon slowly opened his eyes...
[Ugh! So bright!]
He narrowed his eyes, the bright sunlight stinging like he was being pierced by needles.
[Damn it, that was a terrible experience, I think I might have claustrophobia now...]
He cried inwardly.
[Let's see, so where am I? I don't see any lab equipment anywhere...]
[...]
[!!!]
[I can't stand...]
He casted his eyes down to his limbs.
[Why the fuck are my hands so small? Am I a baby right now?!!!]
"Waaaahhhhh!"
He wept like baby...
Well... he is one...