Chapter 143
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A sixteen yearold Reima wakes up with a start, his head pounding from what feels like a migraine, looking around he sees a familiar room that has all the necessities a teenager could want, a tv, bed, console and computer sit in different parts of the room. He immediately feels a rush of nostalgia and incongruity to suddenly appearing here after slaying the Bed of chaos, he realises that the tv is on and it displays two big words, Dark Souls... It's currently on the title screen of the game, his headache intensifies as he tries to comprehend his situation, hopefully this is nothing but one of those cliche dream sequences... Right?
??? "Reima! Breakfast is ready!" his stomach drops at the voice, its so familiar yet he can't put a name to it. He gets up, accidentally knocking the controller next to him off of the chair and onto the floor. The game fades away as the tv turns off and Reima makes his way down the hallway then the stairs, the familiar the house so familiar he could walk through it blindfolded.
He reaches the dining room where four plates have been set out, he sits at one and starts eating when a tall woman comes through the door. He turns to her and almost throws his plate when he sees her face, it looks... Fuzzy? Like someone had morphed all the colours together, the only recognisable features would be the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.
??? "You're finally up! I thought you'd be playing that damn game all day again. It's a weekday so school's on remember?"
Reima "Ah... Yeah, sorry." he says, unsure of his relationship with this person. He starts picking at his eggs, beans and toast while running his mind through all of his memories, he deffinitely feels like he knows this person... The way she acts feels like how a moth-Ah...
A man walks through the door and sits down next to Reima, he grabs the hot cup of coffee and downs it. Reima relaxes slightly as he looks at the mans normal face, clean shaven with short brown hair and a stern face.
Reima "Err, morning dad." he says awkwardly. Running the mans identity through his head, Arnold Ludvig, banker and his father.
Arnold nods at Reima while chewing some food before swallowing and talking to what could only be his mother.
Arnold "Thank you dear, Your cooking is excellent as always."
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??? "Yeah, yeah, you have work remember? Hop hop." She shews him away as he rapidly pulls his suit jacket on and makes his way out the door while saying goodbye to them.
Reima looks at the only remaining plate for a moment... Is there someone else? He looks at the blurry faced woman and asks, "Is there a guest coming? We seem to have an extra plate prepared." he says cautiously, unsure if he's forgotten someone else.
She turns her head and looks at it, "Huh... That's strange, I thought. No, I must've made a mistake." She stutters weirdly before affirming that she was wrong.
Reima "Ah, I'll go get dressed for school then." She waves him away as she collects the dishes.
He quickly makes his way upstairs and starts checking the bedrooms, the master bedroom that belongs to his parents, his bedroom and... One that's unaccounted for. He tries to open it but finds it locked, he unconsciously forms an Aard sign with his fingers but it doesn't do anything. He goes to his room that's the neighbour of the locked one and looks out the window, the familiar town of London greets him but he disregards it as he looks at the houses wall to find a foothold. He carefully shimmies his way to the window of the locked room and peers inside.
Dark, almost completely black... The only things visible inside are what the light of the morning sun shines upon, he sees pale pink colours and a teddy bear sat on the floor looking at him, it's slightly unnerving but he tries to open the window anyway. It's not locked and he climbs inside, the air feels cold... Stale? He opens the curtains to illuminate the room before turning around, something moved. He sees the teddy bear sitting on the bed surrounded by drawing in crayon, he gets closer to take a better look and sees drawing of this house? And four people standing outside holding hands, what seems to be him, with dad, a woman and a little blonde girl. He gets a pang of pain in his head as he starts massaging his temples to alleviate it, no this is wrong. Did I have a sister? I don't remember! The room begins to rumble as the stuffed bears eyes begin to rapidly dart around the room, he hears whispers and quiet sobs of a young girl. He runs for the door and opens it, finding it unlocked before shutting it loudly behind him.
... This is fucked, really, really fucked. He retreats to his bedroom while ignoring the confused shouts from the woman downstairs, "Please don't be real, this has to be a dream." He thinks, almost trying to will the world to change... The TV suddenly turns on revealing the Dark Souls title screen again, he calms himself and sits back in the chair while grabbing the XBOX controller. "It's like that movie Inception, just gotta wake up... Right?" He clicks continue and opens character select and almost cheers when he sees his body, Slit green eyes, white hair and almost fifteen years old. He hesitates for a second before closing his eyes and pressing enter.
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A sixteen yearold Reima wakes up with a start, his head pounding from what feels like a migraine, looking around he sees a familiar room that has all the necessities a teenager could want, a tv, bed, console and computer sit in different parts of the room. He immediately feels a rush of nostalgia and incongruity to suddenly appearing here after slaying the Bed of chaos, he realises that the tv is on and it displays two big words, Dark Souls... It's currently on the title screen of the game, his headache intensifies as he tries to comprehend his situation, hopefully this is nothing but one of those cliche dream sequences... Right?
??? "Reima! Breakfast is ready!" his stomach drops at the voice, its so familiar yet he can't put a name to it. He gets up, accidentally knocking the controller next to him off of the chair and onto the floor. The game fades away as the tv turns off and Reima makes his way down the hallway then the stairs, the familiar the house so familiar he could walk through it blindfolded.
He reaches the dining room where four plates have been set out, he sits at one and starts eating when a tall woman comes through the door. He turns to her and almost throws his plate when he sees her face, it looks... Fuzzy? Like someone had morphed all the colours together, the only recognisable features would be the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.
??? "You're finally up! I thought you'd be playing that damn game all day again. It's a weekday so school's on remember?"
Reima "Ah... Yeah, sorry." he says, unsure of his relationship with this person. He starts picking at his eggs, beans and toast while running his mind through all of his memories, he deffinitely feels like he knows this person... The way she acts feels like how a moth-Ah...
A man walks through the door and sits down next to Reima, he grabs the hot cup of coffee and downs it. Reima relaxes slightly as he looks at the mans normal face, clean shaven with short brown hair and a stern face.
Reima "Err, morning dad." he says awkwardly. Running the mans identity through his head, Arnold Ludvig, banker and his father.
Arnold nods at Reima while chewing some food before swallowing and talking to what could only be his mother.
Arnold "Thank you dear, Your cooking is excellent as always."
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??? "Yeah, yeah, you have work remember? Hop hop." She shews him away as he rapidly pulls his suit jacket on and makes his way out the door while saying goodbye to them.
Reima looks at the only remaining plate for a moment... Is there someone else? He looks at the blurry faced woman and asks, "Is there a guest coming? We seem to have an extra plate prepared." he says cautiously, unsure if he's forgotten someone else.
She turns her head and looks at it, "Huh... That's strange, I thought. No, I must've made a mistake." She stutters weirdly before affirming that she was wrong.
Reima "Ah, I'll go get dressed for school then." She waves him away as she collects the dishes.
He quickly makes his way upstairs and starts checking the bedrooms, the master bedroom that belongs to his parents, his bedroom and... One that's unaccounted for. He tries to open it but finds it locked, he unconsciously forms an Aard sign with his fingers but it doesn't do anything. He goes to his room that's the neighbour of the locked one and looks out the window, the familiar town of London greets him but he disregards it as he looks at the houses wall to find a foothold. He carefully shimmies his way to the window of the locked room and peers inside.
Dark, almost completely black... The only things visible inside are what the light of the morning sun shines upon, he sees pale pink colours and a teddy bear sat on the floor looking at him, it's slightly unnerving but he tries to open the window anyway. It's not locked and he climbs inside, the air feels cold... Stale? He opens the curtains to illuminate the room before turning around, something moved. He sees the teddy bear sitting on the bed surrounded by drawing in crayon, he gets closer to take a better look and sees drawing of this house? And four people standing outside holding hands, what seems to be him, with dad, a woman and a little blonde girl. He gets a pang of pain in his head as he starts massaging his temples to alleviate it, no this is wrong. Did I have a sister? I don't remember! The room begins to rumble as the stuffed bears eyes begin to rapidly dart around the room, he hears whispers and quiet sobs of a young girl. He runs for the door and opens it, finding it unlocked before shutting it loudly behind him.
... This is fucked, really, really fucked. He retreats to his bedroom while ignoring the confused shouts from the woman downstairs, "Please don't be real, this has to be a dream." He thinks, almost trying to will the world to change... The TV suddenly turns on revealing the Dark Souls title screen again, he calms himself and sits back in the chair while grabbing the XBOX controller. "It's like that movie Inception, just gotta wake up... Right?" He clicks continue and opens character select and almost cheers when he sees his body, Slit green eyes, white hair and almost fifteen years old. He hesitates for a second before closing his eyes and pressing enter.
A sixteen yearold Reima wakes up with a start, his head pounding from what feels like a migraine, looking around he sees a familiar room that has all the necessities a teenager could want, a tv, bed, console and computer sit in different parts of the room. He immediately feels a rush of nostalgia and incongruity to suddenly appearing here after slaying the Bed of chaos, he realises that the tv is on and it displays two big words, Dark Souls... It's currently on the title screen of the game, his headache intensifies as he tries to comprehend his situation, hopefully this is nothing but one of those cliche dream sequences... Right???? "Reima! Breakfast is ready!" his stomach drops at the voice, its so familiar yet he can't put a name to it. He gets up, accidentally knocking the controller next to him off of the chair and onto the floor. The game fades away as the tv turns off and Reima makes his way down the hallway then the stairs, the familiar the house so familiar he could walk through it blindfolded.He reaches the dining room where four plates have been set out, he sits at one and starts eating when a tall woman comes through the door. He turns to her and almost throws his plate when he sees her face, it looks... Fuzzy? Like someone had morphed all the colours together, the only recognisable features would be the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.??? "You're finally up! I thought you'd be playing that damn game all day again. It's a weekday so school's on remember?"Reima "Ah... Yeah, sorry." he says, unsure of his relationship with this person. He starts picking at his eggs, beans and toast while running his mind through all of his memories, he deffinitely feels like he knows this person... The way she acts feels like how a moth-Ah...A man walks through the door and sits down next to Reima, he grabs the hot cup of coffee and downs it. Reima relaxes slightly as he looks at the mans normal face, clean shaven with short brown hair and a stern face.Reima "Err, morning dad." he says awkwardly. Running the mans identity through his head, Arnold Ludvig, banker and his father.Arnold nods at Reima while chewing some food before swallowing and talking to what could only be his mother.Arnold "Thank you dear, Your cooking is excellent as always." Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. ??? "Yeah, yeah, you have work remember? Hop hop." She shews him away as he rapidly pulls his suit jacket on and makes his way out the door while saying goodbye to them.Reima looks at the only remaining plate for a moment... Is there someone else? He looks at the blurry faced woman and asks, "Is there a guest coming? We seem to have an extra plate prepared." he says cautiously, unsure if he's forgotten someone else.She turns her head and looks at it, "Huh... That's strange, I thought. No, I must've made a mistake." She stutters weirdly before affirming that she was wrong.Reima "Ah, I'll go get dressed for school then." She waves him away as she collects the dishes.He quickly makes his way upstairs and starts checking the bedrooms, the master bedroom that belongs to his parents, his bedroom and... One that's unaccounted for. He tries to open it but finds it locked, he unconsciously forms an Aard sign with his fingers but it doesn't do anything. He goes to his room that's the neighbour of the locked one and looks out the window, the familiar town of London greets him but he disregards it as he looks at the houses wall to find a foothold. He carefully shimmies his way to the window of the locked room and peers inside.Dark, almost completely black... The only things visible inside are what the light of the morning sun shines upon, he sees pale pink colours and a teddy bear sat on the floor looking at him, it's slightly unnerving but he tries to open the window anyway. It's not locked and he climbs inside, the air feels cold... Stale? He opens the curtains to illuminate the room before turning around, something moved. He sees the teddy bear sitting on the bed surrounded by drawing in crayon, he gets closer to take a better look and sees drawing of this house? And four people standing outside holding hands, what seems to be him, with dad, a woman and a little blonde girl. He gets a pang of pain in his head as he starts massaging his temples to alleviate it, no this is wrong. Did I have a sister? I don't remember! The room begins to rumble as the stuffed bears eyes begin to rapidly dart around the room, he hears whispers and quiet sobs of a young girl. He runs for the door and opens it, finding it unlocked before shutting it loudly behind him.... This is fucked, really, really fucked. He retreats to his bedroom while ignoring the confused shouts from the woman downstairs, "Please don't be real, this has to be a dream." He thinks, almost trying to will the world to change... The TV suddenly turns on revealing the Dark Souls title screen again, he calms himself and sits back in the chair while grabbing the XBOX controller. "It's like that movie Inception, just gotta wake up... Right?" He clicks continue and opens character select and almost cheers when he sees his body, Slit green eyes, white hair and almost fifteen years old. He hesitates for a second before closing his eyes and pressing enter.
