Reincarnated as an extra(BL)

Part 1 (intro)

I write to many stories only to not finish writing any of them🤡sorry for the bad story and cringe
(Also this chapter is the only one centered, the others are written normally!)
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Cold.
It's so cold.
Where the fuck is my blanket.
If someone took it I'm gonna break their face.

Wait
No...
It's hot?
Oh, shit what's happening!
It's so uncomfortable!
Stop it!
It hurts!
.
.
.
"AHHH!"
My eyes shot open, both the heat and the cold
are gone.
But there's something wrong,
this isn't my room.
I sit up to get a better look at where I am, or where
I was taken.
What kind of color is this place?
It looks white but it's, like, changing?

Pop

All of a sudden a sort of screen popped up
in front of me.
It read,

'I apologize for the inconvenience but
it's seems a mistake has been made.'

'You have died'

Ahaha
.
.
.
What the fuck :D
.
.

"I don't know if you can hear me-"

Pop

'I can hear you'

"Okay so you can hear me... tell
me your joking ._. "

Pop

'Sadly I can not'
'You have died'

What do you mean 'iM DeAd'

"And why should I believe you!"
I turn my head to the left like a little kid
who didn't want to eat their vegetables.

Pop

'Look at your body'

What did you take my clothes pervert?
Looking down at myself only to be met with
a sort of grey mist.

"Wha da fwuck"

Pop

'I will explain what's going to happen now'

'Although we can not give you your
life back'
'We will grant you the chance to
live another life'
'You will go into the life of a young boy named
Nathan'
'The same name as you!'

"That's cool and all but what about the last name?'

I've kinda gotten over the 'you're dead
and about to be reincarnated' thing.

It's always been a bad habit of mine.

I've never been able to be attached to something, friends, family, coworkers, anything at all. Sort of living a life of endless work. It's not one of those things where I can't feel emotions but attachment was something that just never happened.

Just detached from the world I was living in.

Yeah, it might be a sob story to some but I never really cared. And I'm sure I'm not the only one in the world who feels like this.

Pop

'This is set back to the time where there are kings and queens'
'And the boy you're about to become is a commoner'
'Therefore he had no last name'

"Oh okay so am I starting from birth or?"

Pop

'the boy had died at the young age of six,
you will be taking over the
body when he's just died'

Ohh, poor kid :(

"When do I go?"

Pop

'Now'

Clicks and cranks were heard from all over the room.
All of a sudden I feel like I'm being pulled downwards.

I let out a scream.
"FUCK YOU BOX!"

Pop

'Ha'

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Yoooooo I'm so proud of myself 😭
This may not seem like much but to someone like me who writes so little most of the time,
I'm so friggn amazing <(T^T<)