Reincarnated Sociopath || Naruto (DISCONTINUED!)

II. The Fetus

They say a man who lived fully is not afraid of death.

Yet, I have not lived fully, but I am not afraid of death. In fact, I find death intriguing. Where will I go? Will I be a ghost, or will I sleep forever? Will I go to Heaven or Hell? Valhalla? Reincarnation? Do I become one with the stars?

I didn't know what I will face when I meet death, and this should scare me. It doesn't, because it's a mystery, and I love mysteries.

So that brings the question: Where the fuck am I???

Darkness enveloped me. The water closed in around me, filling me with deep dread. Survival instinct kicked in, as I held my breath as long as I could, too long in fact. Red and black splotches danced in front of me and I couldn't tell if my eyes are opened or closed. The previous coldness I had felt upon when I shot myself was completely gone.

A desperate hot wave had come over me, warming even my previous frosted toes. The urgency for air was more apparent than ever.

I know I was gonna get nothing if I keep panicking and not controlling my... whatever this is.

So I stopped my erratic mind, before it went berserk to the point that I'll make myself deaf. And somehow, without meaning to: I let go of my breath.

And with bizarre fascination, I noticed that I wasn't drowning. I was also hyper aware of how I'm surrounded by a soft looking walls, if it even is a wall, I don't know, I can only tell because I can feel it squeezing me to a fetal position. Which keeps me from moving my strangely heavy limbs.

So that brings the second question:
WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!?!?

Is-is this really what my after-life is gonna be like? Am I the only one experiencing this shit? Is this my personal hell? Did Satan just run out of ideas and decided 'yeah, why not, just put her in a un-drawnable squeezing blob, that will teach her a lesson about shooting herself and... yeah' and this happened? This doesn't-

OK, I'm doing it again, I need to calm the fuck down. CALM DOWN DANIELA!

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Oh, Ok I'm calm, I'm all gucci. This is fine.

NO I'M NOT! I'M A LIAR, PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME SATAN! I PROMISE I'LL NEVER EVER LIE AGAIN, I'M SORRY FOR All THE THINGS THAT I'VE DONE! I KNOW, I'VE MASTUR-

Deep breaths Daniela- actually never mind, don't take a deep breath cuz this water smells like piss, so how about calm the FU- just calm down.

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Ahh, that's better-wait.

Did I just experience my second mental breakdown. No, really, just what has the world come to?

But all panic aside: I need to start thinking conspiracy about my situation. I need start thinking like Shane Dawson.

Am I in Heaven? HA? As if (more like: I wish).

Am I possibly a ghost-gone-wrong? Like, my spirit got stuck somewhere unknown and got unintentionally stuck. But that wouldn't make sense, if I was a ghost, I should be able to go through this blob object. And last time I checked, I was not a vengful spirit.

Hell? I mean... I guess? It could be my personal hell, considering that so far I've been experiencing a small portions of some of my fears: Thalassophobia, Claustrophobia, Cleithrophobia and Animotophobia.

So I could be in hell-

Wait... what the fuck is that?

I flinched (mentally) when I felt a squishy like item float into my unmovable hand, my first reaction was to squeeze it, just so I could figure out the name of the item that jumpscared the non-existent dick out of me.