This time, coming back to life wasn't as abrupt as being buried alive.
He came back to his senses gradually, and yet it was as if he was never dead.
The entire moment he shared with Manity within his soul felt like a faded memory, a vivid dream.
Like he awoke from a brief nap, he found himself amongst the sea of gluttonous monsters.
He knew what he had become. The transformation wasn't subtle.
He was walking on all fours now. His flesh was splotchy mixtures of bright colors and the structure of his frame was foreign to him.
He could only image what he looked like, but judging from the other monsters around him, he was certain he was no less than terrifying to look at.
The rest of the monsters were taller though.
It seemed he wasn't lucky enough in that department.
He was terrifying but fun sized.
A cute little monster.
He tried to growl but a petite sneeze interrupted his attempt at being menacing.
