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Well, this is your typical past life prologue, and your typical Isekai, so... there's nothing much to see here, but you know? I just had the urge a while ago to write my 'adventures' up to now, if you can call it that way, and who knows? Maybe if I someday died again and if I reincarnated as a human in my world l, if my luck is enough, I can write a book to sell or something.
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Okay, that's a lot of if's and my statement already started with a 'maybe', not a good sign. But if you're in my place, you can always hope for any possibility, the reason which probably you'll see about several chapters later.
So, every story started with a wonderful day, birds chirping outside, the warm embrace of sun shining on my skin. Just a regular activity, I was posing like one of those "Draw me like your French girl", sand stuck in my hair, my sandal hanging from the tip of my feet and it will definitely fall down at any moment, and don't forget the dusty billboard behind me, showing an OasisTM water ad.
You might be wondering about what is happening right now, so I should give a little context. I'm Robin Tunes, a rookie "star" you could hire way cheaper than most of the others for advertisement. The night before, I was scrolling through my phone, when a unknown number contacted me, from the chat's description, it's the director of a drinking water brand called OasisTM, which I never heard before in my life. A little suspicious, but I used some kind of app I found in Google to check on his number and contact names, there's nothing too out-of-the-ordinary.
I haven't had any job lately, so I decided to read the director's message and ask some questions about the job. Not too much, I just need to be the model of his newest ad for his water brand. Then, he sent me his company's main building, which I quickly searched thoroughly, it's a white building with two floors, located between a kindergarten and a bank, with a spacious yard in front of it, and it doesn't look very bad overall.
We set up a meeting for tomorrow morning, then I went back on scrolling randomly before I go to sleep. The one thing that caught my eye before I fell asleep is an article about how you shouldn't too much things in your freezer otherwise it will blow up, and they had to add a picture of a apartment room that looks awfully similar to my room, but the walls are scorched and the furnitures are burning.
The next day, I stepped on the yard of the house I saw from the photo in Google last night. It's definitely not the same as my expectation, the already yellowing paint on the building's outer wall can be peeled off by bare hands, the yard is filled by long grass that's a bit painful when it brushed against my skin, sharp rocks scattering everywhere I was planning to get a new pair of shoes because apparently mine almost perforated after a few minutes walking around that yard. A bit of a flag, which I ignored for now, after all, let's not judge a book by it's cover, I'll see the director for myself first, before I lift my legs from this place.
The director's appearance didn't really improve my first impression either, to put it simply, he looks like your typical shady agent, wearing a round hat with a large white bow glued on it's side, a fancy suit that seems to be fresh out of local graveyard, maybe this dude stole it from one of the newly buried bodies. The suit literally smells like a mix of dirt, cryshanthemum flower, and a rusty shovel (don't ask how I know the exact smell of those things). Then a gray, not-so-straight long pants, a little rigged, but that's alright, I can relate. Last, his boots, weirdly cleaner than my mind, if a fly came and land on the top of those boots, that bug will surely slip.
"Well, greetings, Mr. Tunes! It's nice to see you here, please, come in." The director finally said in a high-pitched tone after a second of pause, a welcoming smile on his face, while I replied with a polite nod. He then led me inside the building, while explaining about the details of the recruitment, fresh water, beach, and anything in between. I paid more attention on the interior of the building, it's surprisingly empty, nothing much to see. The director seems to notice the question in my gaze, then he just stated that he just moved his business here not very long before, so except things needed to make his ad, he hasn't really placed anything else here.
He also mentioned why he chose me out of all the rookies he can find, it's because I look like the most dehydrated person he ever came across, which I don't know is meant for an insult or not. I mean, he continued that it will be "natural" and look more "realistic", because it could make people see his brand of water as a brand that even dehydrated people likes, the rest is just nonsense I can't really make out much of. He told me if his water brand is not gonna sell even the slightest bit, he'll be doomed, which is obvious, since he already spent too much money and focus for only the production, until it's not even enough to hire an actual professional actor. Listen, okay? Before you say that's dumb of me if I agree to be the ad's star, well, you're right, but the guy sounds and looks very desperate, even an actor such as me didn't think it as an acting. I mean, look at his perfect boots, you can't possibly distrust that kind of shoes, right? Everything could go wrong, and I'm in for all of it.
So here we are, back to the beginning of the story, this guy clearly doesn't know what he's doing. He just went ahead and put a washed-up billboard after he "fixed" it by spraying paint on several parts of the board that already came off as blurry. Which didn't work so well, because the finished work is messyand asymmetrical. I'm still posing on front of the board, keeping my Colgate grin and my face brighter than the situation I'm currently in. My throat is dry, and I just realized right now, I'm pretty thirsty for some water.
"One, two, three... action!" The director yelled, in a way that felt like I'm in those awkward class photo. My body is strangely stiff today, but I kept on. I just have to stay in this pose with my unwavering grin for a few seconds, then I'll reach out for a Oasis water bottle and pop it open, before I end the ad with a thumbs up and a satisfied expression.
Until for a second, my eyes darted to a particular side of the room, where some sort of cables are stacking on each other, and an electric socket right behind them. The next thing really caught my attention, a glass of water near it all, just a recipe of disaster waiting to happen. Yet before I could say anything, the camera flashed on, blinding me for a moment. For dramatic effect, my life flashed before my eyes, even though I'm not sure why I died, until now, because it's just a mere camera flash, and one last thing in my mind is my stuffed freezer I left at home, I hope it won't blow up. I blinked my eyes once, twice, and shook my head slightly to get rid of the dizziness. I realized two things, one, my body is way stiffer than before, two, my body feels way heavier than normal. Wait... why is my body shaped like some sort of box? And why can't I move?
My surroundings also changed, from a damp, stuffed room, to a city street, vehicles bustling around, crowd of people shoving each other out of their own way. I noticed a woman is walking towards me, a coin in hand. Wait, wait, wait... am I... a vending machine?! Like that one anime? No, no, that can't be possible, I'll get copyrighted, until I huffed in relief when the woman went pass me, to a actual vending machine. Then, what am I? That question of mine is instantly answered when I noticed a sticker on my now box-like, white body, a rusty refrigerator brand. Great, just great, and I'm not reincarnated as a full refrigerator. I can't feel the lower half of my body, like a certain... character. Welcome to my new life as a outworn freezer.