I woke up from a nightmare that I had died. When I opened my eyes I noticed that I couldn't move at all.
I tried to scream for help but I couldn't scream at all. So I just decided to quietly cry in fear, although I could tell that I also couldn't cry. Maybe this is sleep paralysis?
I sat for 3 hours straight. I was wondering why I was sleeping upright or why I felt like I was roughly 3 meters tall.
I don't know where I was but it was dark so I figured I would just wait until someone found me.
I'm probably still asleep and still dreaming. So maybe if I just go back to sleep then maybe I would wake up?
After months of trying to run in place, I finally realized something obvious. It seems that I have become a giant robot or more accurately a mech.
It would explain why I was so tall and why I couldn't move at all. I also never had the urge to use the restroom or the need to eat or drink out of hunger despite trying to run in place all this time.
Ever since I had awakened I guessed that I was stored in a dark room collecting dust. I wanted to move but I couldn't move without a pilot.
I've been so bored that I could die of boredom. If I were to be ridden I hope it would be a beautiful girl that smells nice.
I don't want a sweaty dude, it's just my preference due to my knowledge from my previous life as a guy.
When I thought about my ideal pilot, I had a slight sense of deja vu about becoming a mech.
I finally remembered that I died at the age of 22 when I visited an event and I was in an area where a mech video game was popular.
I had saved a little girl from being hit by a truck where the truck driver had fallen asleep.
I had successfully saved the little girl and even watched her as she ran to her mother, I honestly felt like a hero.
The truck had crashed into the leg of a mech statue. It was a replica of a mech from the video game. The mech had fallen on me while I wasn't looking.
It was one hundred percent my fault for not making sure I was safe. In my head, I felt like a hero and how the cool guys don't look at explosions.
As I was dying, I whispered my last breath. I was a college student and my life was so short, and lonely. I thought about my goodbyes to my family and friends but worst of all…
I died a virgin.
"God please, in my next life, I want a girl to ride me"
It was an embarrassing plea but you never truly know what you'll think about or say at your last breath right before you die.
It wasn't that I was horny, I just didn't want to be alone anymore. I wanted to be free like a horse with a beautiful girl riding me.
I must've been really lightheaded from the blood loss to say that out loud but I knew what I really meant.
Ever since I joined my university I became so lonely. Just locked up in my dorms. I just wanted a friend or a partner.
It's all in the past now though. The big problem is that I'm a mech.
Maybe this was a curse by a god then? Isn't it kind of ironic to become a mech after being crushed by one?
Oh well, I was given a second chance at life in a sense. I'm going to live my second life to the fullest… as a mech?
This situation is unbelievable but again I don't know how to feel about this situation besides this one problem.
Please someone save me, I don't want to die of boredom.