Chapter 1: new body who dis
A/n: hi! i want to apologize if the first chapter seems all jumbled and like- i'll go back and fix it later, probably lol. anyways. Yeah. romance will be a definite factor, but obvi not in first chapters as of rn. anyways i hope u like this lol let's GOO
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Transmigration exists (yes, he KNOWS how cliche he's sounding right now, how else do you start this off) and Vetiti is quite literally, living proof. Vetiti also didn't really ask to become a transmigrator, honestly. Like, he's pretty sure that no one would actively go through with doing this shitty gig. Or job. Whatever it is, he thinks, cursing the System. (Aka: stupid Goddess Of Supposed Literature- get some different hobbies with all your god friends instead of torturing him, ah!!)
Well, said goddess disguised as your standard system in standard transmigration novel plots (standard, yes!) looks at him very annoyingly now, if a screen can appear that way. A monotone, female voice rings out from the screen, words appearing on it and being spoken aloud to Vetiti.
"Gracious Host," the system says, "I gave you an opportunity for me to be in a form you might like better. Particularly, my goddess form? I'm sure that a rather... Introverted person such as yourself would have enjoyed that much better than-"
Said "gracious host" rolled his eyes, black hair whipping around his face in this eternal black void. Vetiti was not really amused. By this entire situation. He really was not, actually- there's a hint of anger that is clawing up his chest, and he thinks with every passing moment the System stands by he will strangle it. Sooner or later.
"Keep it that way," Vetiti sniffed, "your humanoid form didn't look that great."
There was a very loud and offended silence that filled the air, only really breaking when the System/Goddess/Whatever Else said: "EXCUSE ME???"
"I said what I said." Vetiti puffed his chest out at that, eyes narrowed and feeling the barest sense of- ah, what's the word? Victory? Something like that- fill his chest.
The monotone, computerized voice of the system soon broke, more or less reverting to the Goddess' true voice. She was angry, Vetiti thinks, evident by the way she was storming up a storm of insults and plenty of: "insignificant BEING, do you have any idea how extremely lucky you are-"
Vetiti hmphed at it all, turning his nose up the other way. "That was quite possibly the least I can do, in fact- you get to send me off to the afterlife and decide what my whole fate is. You get called bad-looking once, and you blow up? Noted!" Vetiti says the last part all drawn out, nodding to himself as he did so. "Noted," he says once more, readjusting his glasses for Maximum nodding levels.
The goddess/system/whatever else you want to call her, sighed. "I do suppose you're right. And I have made a deal. But!" She yells, her whole gimmick as a living system fading off her, revealing her actual and more human like form, "don't you dare insult me."
Vetiti shrugged. "Sure." He lied. ..I am going to insult and curse every god who thought it would be funny and enjoyable to make something as wicked as this.
The Goddess clapped her hands- "Shall we begin, then, Vetiti?"
Vetiti promptly ignored that question, as he placed his face into his hand, eyebrows crinkling.
"Eh, system? What's your name?"
"Isis," system/goddess/literally, whatever else, replies dully. "However," she starts off once more, looking all noble and the like, "you may only refer to me as Lady Isis."
"System it is then!" Vetiti chirps out.
"Can we start now?"
"That's what I have been asking, you insolent human you- ARGH, fine!"
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Vetiti probably should have gotten all of his: "Wait, I have a second thought about this" out when he was in the black void. Yeah, that would be like, a really better idea than doing it all right now. The body- his?? Sure doesn't feel like his own- hit against the bed it was lying on, jumping up as Vetiti's soul (??) jumped into it.
Vetiti blinked his eyes, feeling the body on bed move to his command. Which was normal, that was how human bodies generally worked. Except this was not his body, no- he felt like a parasite infecting this body. He was certainly not the original goods.
"System," Vetiti squeaked out, voice rough and scratchy, clawing at his throat as he spoke, "what body is this..?"
"Take a look at in the mirror," Isis responds. She sounds bored- yet with some hint of excitement hidden in it.
Vetiti nodded, slowly. He stretched a leg out from the bed, almost tumbling over right when he started to stand up. He almost crawled his way over to the mirror, hands desperately searching for any type of leverage he could grab.
Vetiti blinked two unfamiliar, silver eyes, hair grey and yet his entire body still looked relatively young and pretty. He wore a rather thick coat, with three pieces of rhombus embedded into his chest on the said robe. In short: What The Fuck.
"System," he asked, unsure, "what... sort of body is this?"
Isis really only can laugh.
