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Y'know, a lot of people are always in a heated debate about what comes after death. Whether it be Heaven, hell, Valhalla, or just plain Ol nothing. I am going to be honest, the last one scared me a LOT. So, while to an unexpected but not unwelcome surprise. I found myself inexplicably FREEZING after death, so I only did what's natural. I started to cry, and cry, and cry, until I felt myself placed in someone's arms and looked up to my new mother and immediately stopped crying and looked at her in shock and awe.
'.....IS MY MOTHER FREAKING YAMAMURA SADAKO!?!!?!?!!??', were my current thoughts as I had looked into my new mother's-tired eyes.
My new Mother had looked at me for all but a few seconds before tearing up and smiling at me. I was still too busy looking at her eyes, they were ..... weird, but in a cool way though! My Mom's eyes had weird black pupils with what looked like a glowing white iris in the middle, her skin was a pale white with beautiful black hair, and a smile so bright the sun had seemed to grow dim in comparison. My mind was going a 100 miles a minute trying to figure out what kind of world I had spawned into. Is this some happy end version of the grudge? …. Please don't tell me I'm some kind of protagonist, I wanted to just laze back in my new life.
- And Then -
After the room was FINALLY cleared out and everything was finally said and done, I got to meet my father AND get a new name......... Isaac...... My new name is Isaac D. Williams. I can't help but feel like there is some sort of irony here? Regardless, I definitely like how the name has a nice ring to it. Speaking of names, so while my Mother is NOT Yamamura Sadako, she is Emiko Williams and my Father is Sam Williams. Compared to my Mom my Dad had actually seemed pretty normal. He looked like an American author if I had to be brutally honest. He had blonde hair and glasses and was pretty well built! This had me curious as to how I came out looking. That was swiftly answered once my mother had turned and I saw myself in a reflection and I was slightly disappointed that the only thing I got from my mom was her hair color.
Don't get me wrong it's nice to see I don't look too crazy; it just would have been nice to have the glowing eyes at least. After a couple of days Mom and I were able to go home, definitely loving the aesthetics and it's layout, it was certainly an upgrade compared to the home I had in my previous life ... before I could ponder more on those thoughts, Mom had showed me around the house while cooing at me and making baby noises. When we finally got to my room, my Mother had placed me on a rocker and began to sing a lullaby. I ... couldn't recognize the lyrics but that wasn't what caught my attention. My new mother, Emiko, has an AMAZING singing voice, so much so that before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
Emiko's POV
As I had watched my newborn son fall asleep, I couldn't help but start tearing up at how adorable my new baby boy is, Sam had walked into the room to help me place Isaac into his crib. After everything that has happened, all the hardships, pain, sweat, and tears, we finally have a child. It was almost surreal, in a sense I felt like everything was normal and nothing had changed. Yet at the same time ... everything has changed I still couldn't come to terms with the fact we finally did it.
"I can't believe it.." I had muttered.
"Neither can I Emiko. 2 proud parents of one Isaac Williams." Sam had said as he had gently hugged my side while looking down at our baby boy. As I had looked at our sleeping son's face, I couldn't help but think of the future, my son's future, and started to wonder if I was ready for all this. How if I wasn't careful enough my little baby boy could get hurt and possibly be .....
"... I'm Scared Sam." I started to tremble as I felt fear, a fear I had never felt before, settle in.
"....?" Sam had looked at me confused and worried for me.
"What if we are bad parents? What if something happens to him because I wasn't paying attention? What if I'm not fast enough or what if I end up hurting him as he grows up?...... I don't know if I'm ready yet Sam." I had started to crying my heart out over what could happen because of me. I don't want to outlive my son much less bury him because of my mistakes. I don't even want to know if I could live with my son hating me the way I hate dad. I snapped out of my musings when Sam had started rubbing my back while putting his hand on my head.
"Emiko, nobody is ever ready for something like this. We can prepare and prepare all we want, but the thing about children is that they learn more from what you are than what you teach. and knowing the type of people we are Emiko. You should have absolutely NOTHING to worry about." Sam had said while kissing my forehead. This man never fails to remind me why I love him.
"...I Love You."
"I Love You Too honey."
"........You knooow." ... I always did want a daughter.
"...?"
"Isaac could use a sibling growing up."
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I had started cackling when Sam had gone catatonic with a face as red as a tomato.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Isaac's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If I wasn't able to confirm it before, I can definitely confirm it now, but my mother is definitely what I would call a worrywart. Why bring this up? Simply because my mother hasn't left my side at all. Yes, she does leave to go to the restroom and to do other things she can't exactly do with a baby in one hand. It only got even worse after my mom remembered the fact, she could in simply hold me using her hair for the tasks she can't do with one hand occupied. There are over 7,000 spoken languages and none of them are able to express how grateful I was my father was able to talk my mother out of taking me with her to the restroom.
Moving on from that incident aside, going shopping for books and toys was something. You see my mom wasn't too sure on what books to read for me so she simply bought whatever caught my attention. When we went shopping for the toys the same thing had ensued and so, by the end of our trip I had gotten a new bin of toys and a new bookshelf full of books. Every chance my mother got since the bookshelf got set up, she would be reading one of the books to me. I will admit 'The Hungry, Hungry, Caterpillar' will always be a favorite of mine. On a related note, I have no clue if Dav Pilkey exists or not in this new life of mine, but one way or another I will be reading Captain Underpants again!!!
Over the past couple of weeks, my mom had finally started to calm down a bit when it came to my wellbeing and had decided to take me out to the park in a stroller. As weird as it might sound, my favorite experience so far is looking at the trees. You see(pun intended), in my last life I had to wear glasses. When I wasn't wearing them, everything would be blurry and my eyes would strain to try and comprehend what I'm seeing. So being able to see how the leaves in the tree's moved with the light reflecting off it in crystal clear vision, without needing glasses. Was a level of joy and satisfaction I didn't even know existed. Unfortunately, I didn't know I was crying and my Mom, noticing this, started freaking out thinking I had some allergy to the pollen in the air and rushed me to the car.
Once we got home, Mom had gotten started on dinner and Dad had me next to him while he worked on his laptop. This had me wondering, should I share some creepypasta from my past life in this new one? Assuming they haven't already been shared of course, I feel I should start off with sharing the tale of 'The Bubak' or my rather personal favorite snrk, a much better version of it I assure you, Carmen Winstead. Although seeing as the SEGA franchise is making rounds with Sonic, I might just decide traumatize a generation of kids with either the official Sonic.EXE remake or One Last Round.exe albeit slightly modified to have the title make more sense. Any plan had shriveled up and died once I was placed in a high chair and I saw the familiar(revolting) sight of the jar of baby food placed in front of me.
' ... sigh Growing up is going to be a pain in the-'