Derek felt like shit. Who knew that suicide would be so painful. He was aching all over in places that he never knew he had. "Had someone saved me? Who would even bother?" He thought, "Mom's next door but she'd be having her nap before work"
Derek spied his video camera still filming on his desk. "Evidence of my mysterious saviour. Ow!" He winced as he feet took his weight and limped towards the camera.
He stopped the video and played it back.There he was.
"Hi, my name is Derek Lettman and I'm going to kill myself but first..." The video started.
...
"Does my voice really sound like that? No wonder anyone likes me" Derek moped.
...
"And now for the moment you've all been waiting for..."
Derek watched himself climb up on his chair... "I guess I do have a nice ass, though" he thought to himself.
"...My suicide" Video Derek stated.
and put his makeshift noose around his neck and jump.
His body twitched the first few seconds, then he died.
His lifeless body hung there, slowly turning.
"I died!! I actually died!!! Nobody saved me. Nobody cares." Derek sighed dejectedly.
" Wait! WTF! What the ACTUAL FUCK?!?"
It flickered. Derek missed it.
"If I died, then how come I'm still here? This can't be an afterlife it's exactly the same. Did I die? My body's still there" Derek pointed at the screen.
It flickered again. Derek didn't miss it this time.
And again.
And again
And again
And again
Then it was gone.
Derek was speechless.
Derek then reappeared on his bed and groaned.
Derek paused the video he knew what happened next. Derek was trying to process all this, he pulled up his purple hoodie over his head (it was his favorite, it helped him think)
Was he invincible? He certainly didn't feel like it, he felt fragile if anything. It looked like something from a video game, but that can't be right? Can it?
Following that thought, writing appeared before his eyes, he jumped back but it followed staying in his vision till he read it: Welcome to the game! x
He reached out and touched the x gingerly. It disappeared.
Derek then noticed something, he was wearing his hoodie. He was sure he wasn't wearing it when he died.
He checked the video,
he was wearing a purple T-shirt,
he died
and was now wearing a hoodie.
Just as he was getting somewhere, more mysteries appear. He unzipped his hoodie to see if his purple T-shirt was underneath, he really liked that shirt.
It wasn't.
Under his purple hoodie was a grey women's T-shirt covering b-cup women's breasts.
Derek checked his jeans but he already knew the answer. Derek was now a girl.
Derek ran to the bathroom to check what he now looked like in the mirror:
His hair was slightly longer but still black.
He still had his snake-bit piercings,
And he was still roughly the same height and body shape - smaller than average
Although his face has changed slightly there was some resemblance, he could possibly be mistaken for his former male self if he didn't wear much makeup or his hair covered his face.
As he inspected his new look in the mirror, a list of stats appeared like the welcome writing earlier.
Name: Derek Lettman
Gender: Male
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Prefers males
Class: Student: Loner
Subclass: Emo
Level: 2 (50 exp to next level)
Health: 4/35 (Regen: 1 HP/hour)
Mana: 100/100 (Regen: 2 MP/hour)
Strength: 1
Constitution: 2
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 3
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 2
It was a video game, there was Derek Lettman in a few words and numbers. It felt odd to see his faults and strengths like this. He waved it away, but more writing appeared:
Welcome bonus: +50 exp
Level up!!
Charisma 2->3
Max health
That gave him such a buzz, it was the best he'd felt in a long time. His appearance improved too, his hair had a bit more shine, his smile a bit more sparkle. Derek felt something else he hasn't felt for a while, Hope. He could improve his life, Derek 2.0 would be a new and better person.
Achievement - The Walking Dead: Die for the first time
The Revive skill has levelled up
Achievement - Witness me!: Observe a death
+1 to Wisdom
Derek wondered what this Revive skill was so clicked on it. His Skill list appeared.
Skills
- [Passive] Observation (lvl 1): View stats of those around you. [0 mana]
- [Active] Clone (lvl 1): Makes a clone of self with the same stats and appearance. Clone can be ordered to do tasks but can't use skills. Clone loses 5 HP per hour. [50% of current health goes to clone]
- [Auto] Revive (lvl 2): If HP = 0, restore 20% HP and 20% mana. [1 level] (Warning: skills may be lost if level is decreased; if level = 0, revive cannot be used.
- [Toggle] Astral projection (lvl 1): Soul detaches from body, can't interact with the physical world but can possess those with lower Wisdom. Possessed people have no memory of their actions while possessed. While possessing you cannot use their skills. If body dies during Astral projection, soul returns to body [10 mana/min]
Derek was so happy, he jumped with glee. This jiggled his breasts. Not only could he make his life better he had superpowers too. Should he use it to improve his life or seek revenge? The breast jiggle gave him another thought. He was a girl now, perhaps he could win the heart of his beloved Randy, this new female body was strange and he couldn't imagine having sex woth it but for Randy it would all be worth it. Also, with these new powers not even Amber Levine could stand in his way.
Speaking of new powers he decided to try them out. He used the Clone spell. He put his palms together and pulled them apart. His body pulled apart too right down the middle, there were 2 one legged, one armed, one breasted, half faced emo girls standing in his bathroom for a moment until they grew the other half. Now there were 2 emo girls standing there.
"Hi!" The Clone smiled at him and waved at him. He hadn't heard his new female voice yet and he didn't think he'd hear it from someone else first. It was higher, chirpy and cute.
"Uh...Hi?" He replied.
He actually didn't know what he was going to do with a clone, he hardly expected it to even work. He looked over at his clone, she was gazing round his bathroom, he could see her breasts were erect. His breasts were erect. They hadn't worn a bra. His earlier thinking about Randy must have aroused them. An idea formed.
"OK, clone" she perked up "I want you to pretend to be Randy Goodman and make love to me"
She looked confused for a moment.
"Where am I?" She asked trying to make her voice as deep as possible. "Derek!? Where are we?"
Derek brought the emo girls head in closer with his hand and kissed her soft lips with his identical ones, as they brought each other closer, their breasts smoshed together. Derek led her back into his bedroom and onto the bed. They undressed while still making out.
Derek lay back,
his clone straddling him,
closed his eyes
and thought of Randy Goodman
as her tongue worked it's way round his clit
bringing him to orgasm,
Poof
She disappeared in a poof, her health and therefore time was up.
Derek was shocked at first forgetting the limits, but later frustrated that she hadn't finished. He did find he could continue, however, still imagining Randy. And so, Derek fell asleep satisfied and a new woman, hopeful for the future.
