I pulled off a night of sleep while sitting on what looked like an memorial bench in a abandoned amusement park. Talk about comfort. As you can imagine, the experience wasn't very pleasant but definitely will be remembered. As a fly, I could usually just hang off anything and sleep peacefully, but I'd be lying if I said getting through the night as a human without a home was easy.
I recall memories as a fly seeing people do it all the time. The bench, which was noticeably cold, only intensified my shivers. My body experienced discomfort as chills traveled through my muscles, resulting in hyperventilation. All I kept repeating to myself throughout the night was "I need to get through the night and when the sun comes up, I would be able to proceed with my mission to get to New Arcadia city." Part of me knew something better awaited me there.
As morning approached I was woken by some random chicken making noise but this was clearly not an ordinary chicken. It had human-like features and wore a leather jacket. Basically like a android/chicken. This is actually insane. Was I reincarnated into some fantasy world or something...
This chicken clearly decided it was time for me to rise and shine with the sun, waking me by the sound of clucking. I looked around me forgetting where I was for a moment and realizing this is still reality, a reality I asked for but yet I'm filled with the sensation yearning and sadness. The chicken decided to take a poop on my forehead from the top of the bench! I wiped it off with my sleeve and started yelling at the feathered culprit.
Terrchel: "This is absolutely amazing, honestly what I needed first thing in the morning! ".
Terrchel: "Seriously! I feel like you did that on purpose! You could poop anywhere".
Leghorn: "Yeah, but I thought I'd do you a favour; you know breakfast n bench hahahahaha!".
After seeing Terrchel highly agitated, Leghorn imagined getting strangled any minute and being served as dinner. He gulped rethinking what he just did knowing flies are known to be aggressive. But he also was a cocky chicken who wouldn't show any signs of fear no matter what.
Leghorn: "You know...bnb.. Bed&Breakfast. I was told being in this body automatically gave you the human understanding and knowledge of its previous owner but I guess your fly self still exists causing glimpses of stupidity clearly. I don't think that's a me problem if you're offended"
Terrchel: "You little shii.. Haha, I can't even muster anger; that's somewhat genius, but don't do it again".
Terrchel: "Wait a minute. Did you just TALK".
I sat with my hands on my head. At that moment, I zoned out and searched both memories as a fly and as a human, and I don't recall ever being able to communicate with chickens. Is this a new ability? Has the world evolved this much or am I CRAZY. What if my reincarnation is also just a figment of my imagination and I'm actually in a coma somewhere in a psych hospital.
Leghorn: "Earth to flyman, with you zoning out like that people will think you on drugs and that's frowned about in Arcadia. The Arcadian patrol are always watching".
Terrchel: "You seem to know a lot for a chicken. A TALKING CHICKEN".
Leghorn: "I'm like your celestial babysitter from the Light realm, making sure you don't trip over your own feet!".
Terrchel: "A chicken!?"
At this realization, I burst out laughing. Oh, well, I guess at this point it doesn't matter if this is real or not. I have to make the best of the crazy too, I thought to myself.
Terrchel: "Well, I sure have been contemplating if I should keep eating trash or if I should give in to the cravings I've been thinking about. You know, embrace the human in me and chicken as a first proper meal sounds thrilling don't you think? If I'm not mistaken it was Arnold's favorite. His wife made it specially with a honey mustard caramelized glaze"
Leghorn: "You're surely an optimistic person. Don't worry one of your abilities is environment adaptation. Soon your cravings for the usual trash and odd odurs will fade away and on the note of you threatening to eat me, I should probably inform you that I got an upload of your life progress over here on my holographic swatch, surely you wouldn't want to eat your only source of meaning in your dull new human life".
Leghorn slapped his wrist and his high-tech swatch lit up and a digital hologram was being projected on of it with a picture of me and information at his command.
Terrchel: What is this? I don't have much to go off, only past memories and whatever I was told in the Light realm, but certainly a lot is amiss".
Leghorn: "It may seem that humanity has swiftly advanced in technology However, you should know better than anyone right now given your condition; that everything is not always as it seems. You died and unfortunately your spirit was kept asleep in The Light Realm, during this time all these advancements were added to Arcadia by means of using forbidden celestial energy but we will get into all of that eventually".
Leghorn: "Consider these exclusive statistics. [pointing to the hologram] The Arcadians doesn't have all this information yet, this is from my Intel received by The Light Realm General when I was told to come here on this mission. The hologram will read the stats out loud for us and look, at least The Light Realm added a good picture of you. You should see mine! Horrible. If the Arcadians get hold of your stats and upload it onto their citizens records it would raise red flags. I've added a protective firewall on my swatch so the information I'm showing you cannot be leaked despite me using Arcadian Tech".
Name: Terrchel aka Flyman
Gender: Male
Height:1.75 Meters
Cause of death: Human hand swat
Age of death: Day 30
New cycle Age: 24 years old
Reincarnation year: 2050
Vessel: Arnold Maximus
Eye colour: Cerise
Hair colour: Dirty Green
Abilities :
Physical Abilities
1. Compound Eyesight: Increased peripheral vision and detection of slight movements
2. Acute Sense of Smell: Tracking scents and detecting subtle changes.
3. Agility and Reflexes: Increased speed and reaction time.
Instinctual Abilities
1. Fly's Instinct: Anticipation and reaction to danger.
2. Swarm Sense: Ability to sense and track multiple targets.
Passive Abilities
1. Regenerative Resilience: Increased resistance to damage and ability to recover from injuries.
2. Environmental Adaptation: Ability to survive in extreme environments.
These abilities and strengths can be improved through leveling up, training, and experience. There are unlocked levels to be obtained.
Weaknesses: annoyance
Reason for reincarnation: CLASSIFIED
Leghorn: "You might be 24 years old right now but I still see you as a 30 day old fly. This makes you my subordinate and thus you shall submit to me".
Terrchel: "I'm just going to ignore the last few words that came out of your mouth because clearly you're delusional" .
Terrchel: "You're telling me that I've jumped to the year 2050 and skipped a few years. That is absolutely crazy and doesn't make sense, Mr. Chicken but these abilities sounds fun I'm intrigued by the leveling up".
Leghorn: "That's Master Leghorn to you FLY, Know your place. The Light sent you light years ahead so you can fulfill your purpose in this specific time. It's not that complicated but with a fly brain I suppose... And as to your abilities once we get you your own tech, then you can stay updated with your progress easily. I'll sync your device to to celestial frequency like mine for exclusive information".
Terrchel: "Noted, but what is this classified section? And what is the connection between Arnold and I".
Leghorn: "Aren't we curiously annoying hey. I'd say the connection is, you and Arnold both being imbeciles".
Leghorn: "Shall we first discuss our accommodation arrangements, unless you would prefer to stay on this worn-out amusement park bench?".
Terrchel: "You are surely rude for a so-called celestial being. Are you sure you not a demon from hell instead, sent to torment me in my already existing agony. [scoffs] I planned on venturing into the city of New Arcadia. I have a feeling I own some properties or something valuable over there".
Leghorn looked over Terrchel's shoulder and saw a trash bag with the label "Cybro's Pizza Den"
Leghorn: I see you've helped yourself to breakfast, lunch, and supper with that bag of waste, but we definitely are not taking that with us. It wouldn't be very demure or mindful of me to allow it.
Terrchel:"yeah the nicest thing happened yesterday. A old man gave me this after I told him I'm starving, and he didn't throw it at me".
Leghorn:"My friend unfortunately that wasn't being nice. If you hungry and someone gives you their scraps it doesn't mean they doing something nice. They actually gave you nothing. Think about it, he would have thrown it away regardless. If he wanted to be nice he would have given you your own fresh meal or asked if you need a place to stay".
Terrchel: "Oh, I guess I'm so used to getting nothing that this form of something felt almost kind. I never thought of it in depth especially because his facial expressions didn't seem unkind nor his tone".
Leghorn: "It's not about the words spoken but the actions displayed. People like that will turn and tell the world he fed you but won't say he fed you dirt. You'll understand soon as your adaptability kicks in".
Terrchel: "I guess... Well let's not waste what we have even if it was given falsely".
I shuffled through the dirt bag got a piece of pizza crusts and mouldy crackers for myself and Mr chicken before tossing everything else in the amusement park garbage bin section.
Many flies are gathered around, and I nearly felt sad about throwing away such a prize, but surely they will enjoy it.
My memories of being hit with a dirt bag or scavenger hunting dumpsters as a fly and some human just shutting me in there with no escape, makes me ponder on how inconsiderate humans can be. Always only thinking about themselves but now that I think about it, the only human I interacted with this far was the old man from the Undergrid restaurant Cybro's pizza Den, and 8 thought he was decent but he was just being his daily self. I just happened to be there to get the dirt.
I was hoping maybe humans are only bad to flies, but now I have doubts. That must be the reason, but a big part of me senses Arnold didn't get along with humans either. It's as if he might as well have been a fly then.
As I walked away from the garbage bin I decided I'll just leave the lid open. I think the flies will appreciate it, even if they can't understand it as I do now.
Whilst I ran off to the garbage section of the abandoned amusement park. Leghorn already started pacing himself towards The New Arcadia City in the direction the sign I saw up ahead yesterday. With my speed, it only took me a few seconds to catch up to him.
Terrchel : "Hey Mr Chicken, guess what? Once a human shut me close in a fridge and I nearly froze to death but luckily I made it out alive in the nick of time, only to die later that same day of course".
Leghorn: "You might not know this Terrchel, but usually when you ask someone a question you wait to hear if they want to participate in the conversation before just answering for them but, it was inevitable... I'm of cause referring to your death I mean".
Terrchel: "You know, I've surely been speaking to myself alot since my reincarnation, it's a habit I must have picked up subconsciously, with Arnold being alone for so many years as a human previously. Muscle memory I guess?"
Leghorn: "I see..."
Terrchel: "But at least I have you now. As a fly everyone was irritated by me; swatting me away all the time. I didn't understand it back then but now that I'm human all these emotions are added with each memory. It honestly makes me zone out from time to time and just stop and think you know? but I need to snap out of it and focus on the long day ahead of us".
Leghorn: "I noticed you zone out often yes, you also say "I guess" in almost every sentence and you ask questions without waiting for answers because most of the time your thoughts are racing at a speed that automatically answers it for you and you change topics in seconds without properly acknowledging what was last said".
Terrchel: "Mr Chicken earlier you mentioned Arcadian patrols or something like that. Last night I saw someone watching me from a distance. Do you think it could be them?"
Leghorn: [sighs and rolls eyes] See what I mean.. Your choice of addressing me has become a nuisance to hear but in regards to your question; I doubt it, you haven't done anything reckless...YET...Nevertheless, it is unlikely that they can comprehend who you are, as you are still figuring that out yourself. The most likely answer is an admirer. There has been news about stalkers in Arcadia".
Terrchel: "Are you mocking me? How could I be admired if nobody knows I exist. Oh wait, maybe Arnold's wife!? I don't remember what happened to her but part of me knows she was there and then she wasn't and there's this yearning you know? I don't know if it's for her or something else...there's too many unanswered questions and feelings floating around. Do you think she noticed me as him and she thinks I'm HIM! I knew this would happen".
Leghorn: "Here we go again, "I guess" we will have to wait and see what's going on. Let's not overthink and make assumptions. Now that you're human, it seems your speed ability went straight to your brain too, and damaged that".
Terrchel: "Keep that attitude up and I might just speed walk to the main city without you! Just know, I'm only dragging my feet for your benefit".
Leghorn shut his mouth the rest of the journey as they chewed on their leftover pizza crusts Terrchel kept aside.
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