Dough:hey hey hey dough here,hehehe another fanfic again...imma take bit rest from Ben 10: survival protocol for a bit...i hit rock bottom to write the next couple chapter...
So I made this fanfic to entertain you guys a little, I know I once made an Adventure Time fanfic here, then I deleted it. Why? i just realize i couldn't make story of it...so i delete it.
And also this fanfic is remake of my old fanfic i found laying around in my old phone...and oh boy oh boy that nasty...so i remake it here...or put the remake in this place as you could say it? I never upload the old one anywhere tho...and i were write it like only 5 chapter lol.
Also this one i Made is for fun lol...i ain't write this to serious hehehe. Enjoy chapter 1!
Lemon:.....
Lemon:you would do anything besides continuing your other work huh?
Dough:why you little—!!
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"…Shit… where am I? The hell is this place?"
Those were the first words out of my mouth when I opened my eyes.
I looked around — nothing but a void. No ground, no sky, just endless dark. The kind of unsettling black where you can't tell if you're standing or floating.
"Hello? Is anybody here? Or there? …Hello??" My voice echoed back at me, but weirdly enough, I didn't feel afraid. It was like my body forgot what fear was supposed to be.
"Ah, yes, yes… I hear you, buddy."
The voice came from somewhere to my left. Lazy. Almost bored. I turned my head and froze.
A figure stood — or floated? — in the nothingness. Humanoid in shape, glowing white from head to toe, like someone had cranked the brightness up until they became a walking flashlight. Yellow eyes, a mouth full of teeth that looked… just slightly too many, and no clear gender.
"Umm… who are you? And where is this place?" I asked, still blinking at the glowstick of a person.
The being chuckled and drifted toward me, crossing its arms. "Isn't that a little rude? Asking who I am before introducing yourself?"
Its form shifted as it spoke, morphing between a man's broad shoulders and a woman's curves, back and forth in a slow, liquid way. My brain couldn't pin it down — male, female… neither stuck.
I swallowed, then nodded. "Ah… right. Sorry. That was rude of me. Well, my name is—"
And then I stopped.
"My name is… a… eeeh…?" I frowned, trying to force the words out, but it was like my mind hit a brick wall. "Wait… what's my name?"
Then it hit me like a punch to the gut.
I didn't know. Not my name, not my age, not who I was before this. My head was completely blank—by blank i mean there some gap inside my brain where is my memory—my identity has should been there....how the hell do you forget your own name?
Who am I?
I racked my brain, but all I could pull up were random scraps — TikTok videos, manga panels, comic book arcs, manhwa cliffhangers, webnovels I'd binge-read at 3 a.m., even textbook formulas I'd thought I'd forgotten years ago. I remembered everything I'd consumed.
But not a single shred of me.
No name. No face. No family.
It was like someone had erased the save file that was my identity, but left all the junk data in the hard drive.
The glowing figure snorted — and then burst out laughing.
"Hahahahaha! Oh man… oh man! That's gold! Even for… what was it… 290,456,930 times? Hahaha!"
They laughed so hard they doubled over in midair, wiping at their glowing eyes like they were crying from it.
"Sorry, sorry… pfft… hahaha… I just mess with you." They straightened up, still chuckling, their voice wobbling between masculine and feminine tones like a radio picking up two channels at once. "Of course you don't remember your identity."
They floated lazily around me, still grinning, their form morphing with every lazy spin — broad shoulders one second, long hair the next, sometimes both.
I just stared. "…Yeah, thanks for the mental crisis, pal." I said to "It" the creature that kept laughing at me.
"Don't thank me yet," the glowing weirdo said, spinning upside down like gravity was just a suggestion. Still chuckling. Honestly, this guy — or girl — or whatever — was starting to sicken me.
"You see…" They leaned in, lips curling in a grin that showed way too many teeth. "Your identity of your previous life? I erased it."
POP!
They even made the sound effect with their glowing white lips.
"Wait—WHAT?! YOU ERASED MY MEMORY OF MY PREVIOUS LIFE—MY IDENTITY ?! WHY?!" My voice cracked into a full-on shout. My blood boiled — or at least, whatever passed for blood in this weird void.
They didn't even flinch. "Well, buddy… because you're dead. And your old identity of your previouse life—doesn't matter anymore."
…Dead?
I froze, staring at them like the words had just short-circuited my brain.
I'm… dead?
Me...Dead..
How?
A swarm of questions hit me at once, buzzing in my skull so loud I almost missed their next words.
"Oh, I know that expression," they said, wagging a glowing finger like they were scolding a child. "Yes, you're dead, buddy. Very dead. Like pop! Gone."
They smirked, drifting lazily upside-down again. "But hey, don't worry. You didn't die in some tragic, unknown, or straight-up comical way like the previous guy…"
I blinked. "Previous guy?"
They grinned wider. "Yeah, last soul before you? Died because a frog jumped out at him, scared him so bad he tripped and fell onto train tracks. Splat! Heheh."
I stared.
Right. Sure. Totally normal information to drop.
"So… how did I die exactly?" I asked, feeling strangely hesitant, like the answer was going to be either horrifying or embarrassing.
They leaned in, their face morphing into something almost human for the first time, and whispered:
"You died of old age… hahah! A very happy one."
I blinked again. "…That's it?"
"Yep! Peaceful, boring, absolutely unremarkable," they said with a shrug, already floating away like that was the end of the conversation. "Frankly? One of my easiest pickups." They said with smirk,and i just blinks.
"Huh… so I just died because of old age?" I asked, letting out a small, amused smile.
For a second, I thought maybe I'd been hit by truck-kun or eaten by some random monster, like in those modern fantasy manhwas.
But nope — no epic battle, no tragic accident. Just… old age.
Meh.
Then it hit me — if I'm dead, and this glowing thing is talking to me, then they must be—
"Are yo—"
"Yes, I am," they cut me off instantly. "And damn, took you long enough to say it. Hah!"
They floated closer, grinning. "Unlike the last guy, who immediately called me a 'Dollar Store Kami-sama' from Mushoku Tensei… that guy was rude. Not like the first one before him." They pouted, crossing their arms like a sulking child.
"Heheh… other guy?" I asked.
"Yeah, the one who died in the most comical way possible. I already sent him off to a world to start his new life… like all the others."
I raised an eyebrow. "...Sent to another world? You mean like reincarnated or transmigrated? I've read some manhwas about that, but I don't really like the ones where the MC is overpowered by chapter four."
They chuckled, their yellow eyes narrowing with amusement. "Meh. I'll just send you off as an infant, so technically reincarnated. Don't worry — I'm not dropping you in mid-birth like last time I tried to spice things up. That guy cursed at me from the second he was born. Now he's six and still cursing me."
They sighed dramatically, shaking their head. "Why is it always manhwa- and novel-loving people I end up sending? Seriously, can't I get a farmer or a fisherman once in a while? You guys make my job boring — you already figure out the rules before I even say them."
The more I looked at them, the more I realized… they weren't like the godly jerks from 79% of the manhwas I'd read. Those ones were all smug and condescending. This one? Weird, unpredictable… kind of fun.
"So… do I choose the world, or—"
"—Nah. Random," they interrupted again. "Most of the worlds I pick are from the cartoon shows, manhwas, and novels you junkies read or watch. Sometimes I send people into the shows they used to watch as kids or some show when they watch when they bored, Some love it. Some… not so much."
They floated around me again, their form shifting with every lazy spin, like they were circling prey...
The more I looked at them, the more they acted like a child. It was almost… familiar. Reminded me of the Collector from… some very ahem...Rainbow cartoon. Yeah, that one....if you know what i mean.
Curiosity finally got the better of me.
"I don't know how many people you've sent off for a second life… but do you actually know where they end up? Or is it just random?"
They stopped spinning midair, floating directly in front of my face, their body morphing into a more feminine figure.
"I know where they are now," they said, humming like this was casual coffee talk. "Some reached their goals and had happy lives, some are still going. It's sorta like the shows I watch now."
I leaned in a little. "May I know where they are located? You don't have to tell me which world."
Yeah, I knew it was bold. Asking a god-like being too many questions was probably a good way to get myself sent straight to some hellhole for my 'second life.'
But instead of smiting me, they smirked.
"Heheh… first time someone's asked me that! Usually people just shut up and wait for their world to be randomized. Well… I'll tell you about two of them. These two were my favorites to watch."
Their grin widened, and my curiosity spiked despite myself.
"First one," they said, "I sent him to a world full of aliens. I experimented with him — dropped his soul mid-birth just to see what would happen. And yeah, I erased his memory of meeting me, of course. He kept waiting for me to appear, thinking I'd give him a system or starter pack. Hah! From his first day at the hospital to three days later at home, just sitting there, expecting me."
I stared. "…Wow. You're sadistic."
They ignored me. "And yeah, I don't give systems, cheats, any of that crap. Too easy. I wanna see you all work hard. That's my little term and contract, hard work or bust. Hahaha!"
Yep. Definitely sadistic God i dealing with right now. I take back everything I said about them being fun.
The god kept praising this one guy they'd sent out — apparently a survival genius. No earlier on superpowers he were gain it that painfully and no cheats—as the God said of the term of them… just pure manipulation and brains. He subdue the people around him into allies, even some of the main cast of his world, and he'd been pulling this crap since he was three years old.
I couldn't help thinking he sounded like the manipulator-types I'd read about in manhwa — Lloyd Frontera from The World's Best Engineer, Lee Kiyoung from The Regressor Instruction Manual, Han Yoojin from The S-Class I Raised… yeah, that kind of brainy bastard. Like type of people you trust so much,but you don't trust them with your wallet. They even can make demon lord bow down.
According to the god, he wasn't quite at their level… yet. They made sure to emphasize the "yet," which was probably their way of teasing me. A world full of aliens? Yeah, there was only one show I knew that fit that description.
After a while, they finally shut up about "Mr. Manipulator" and started chuckling again. Then they launched into the story of their second favorite — the one who'd died in some funny, borderline-rude way,well he sorta roast them tho...kami sama dolar store.
Turns out this guy got dumped into a world of witches… or something like that. Reincarnated as some random child. And at first, he was totally chill about it — right up until he met the world's protagonist and became their childhood friend. Like, the only childhood friend.
I already had a good guess which cartoon they meant. And I started praying for the poor soul.
Because here's the kicker — before reincarnating him, the god had watched his previous life. And found out he'd been a victim of Boku no Pico.
Yeah. That classic curse. The one people recommend to new anime watchers just to mentally scar them—if not that, it's Berserk. Some weeb "traditions" are better off dead.
"Hahaha! That's hilarious!" the god cackled. "And I'll tell you again — I'm NOT the one who put him in that witch world! I emphasize, I'm NOT! It was totally random!"
Yeah, right.
They kept laughing. "Oh man, the crazy crap he's gonna go through… I made it so he literally can't leave the MC's side. Like, magically linked! Hahaha, like a chain!"
Sure. Totally "random." I didn't believe them for a second time,this guy is sick in the head. They yeeted him there on purpose, I was sure of it ,the finger marks are clearly visible! I could do now was pray for the guy's soul.
The god eventually managed to get their composure back, still grinning like they'd just finished their favorite episode of a sitcom.
"Well, enough about my other little projects," the god finally said, stretching in midair like a cat after a nap. In the same motion, their body rippled from broad-shouldered man to slender woman in the blink of an eye. "Let's talk about you, buddy."
I raised an eyebrow, wearing my best amused expression. Even though I knew this god was a sadist, I couldn't resist poking a little.
"Oh, now we're talking about me? Thought you'd just keep flexing your creepy reincarnation portfolio all day."
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!" they burst out laughing. "Hey, you were the one asking for that info, remember?"
I swear, from the way they said it, you'd think nobody had ever asked them anything in… what, two million reincarnations?
They grinned, teeth glowing in their formless white silhouette. "Anyway, buddy… I can feel it. You've got that vibe."
My eyes narrowed. "What vibe?"
"The kind of vibe that'll either make me laugh my ass off… or make me facepalm so hard I dent my own skull." They struck a dramatic pose as their glowing body shapeshifted from one form to another, their gender flickering with every movement.
"Comforting," I muttered.
They floated right up to my face, eyes glowing brighter. "Alright, here's the deal. You're getting reincarnated, as you know. No system, no starter pack, no overpowered cheat. Just you, your brain, your two hands… and maaaybe, if you're lucky, a rusty knife or something."
"Wow. Very generous," I said, crossing my arms in full sarcasm mode.
They ignored me and spun lazily through the void. "Now… where to toss you, where to toss you… Oh, I know. Something lighthearted, colorful. You'll think it's all fun and games. But underneath?" They chuckled darkly. "Yeah… you'll see."
A swirling portal began to form in their hands, colors blending like an oil spill. "Normally I'd send people completely at random," they went on, "but this time? I'm picking on purpose. Because you, buddy, are the only dead soul in a long time who's asked me more questions about other people's fates than your own."
They suddenly pulled out a massive golden orb, glowing so bright it hurt to look at. It was the size of a moon, floating effortlessly between their palms. "Also," they said casually, "you did quite a few good deeds in your last life. So, consider this… a reward."
Something about their tone made my stomach drop. "Hold on. What do you mean 'colorful world'? And can I at least know where I'm going?"
They smirked over their shoulder. "Ever heard of the Land of Ooo?"
"Land of… Ooo?" I repeated. For a moment, the name didn't click—
—and then it slammed into my brain like a truck. My memories started flashing: a certain Cartoon Network show, candy people, vampires, magic dogs, and—
No. No freaking way.
That's—
Before I could get the words out, they snapped their fingers. A portal yawned open beneath me, and I fell.
"Hahaha! Enjoy your second life… Finn!" they called after me, their voice echoing into the void.
The last thing I saw was their wide grin before the portal swallowed me whole.
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"Huh… ouch… what the—?" I groaned, blinking up at a blue sky dotted with lazy clouds. It looked normal. Too normal.
My head felt ridiculously heavy, like someone had strapped a bowling ball to my neck. Slowly, I turned to take in my surroundings… and froze.
Junk. Not just random trash—stuff.
Rusting bicycles, busted appliances, skeletal building frames jutting up like broken teeth (one of which nearly gave me a jumpscare, looming right next to me), and the shattered remains of what might have been a harbor.
Beside me was a raft—or rather, the corpse of one. Splintered wood, ropes frayed to nothing, smashed probably against the massive rock nearby. Lying next to it was a stick… strangely familiar. Except it was snapped in two, covered in mold, like it had been sitting there for years.
The wind brought the sharp tang of salt to my nose. I heard seagulls. Waves.
A beach.
"…So this… is Ooo?" I muttered, a weird mix of awe and dread sinking in my gut. "Guess that smug god wasn't bluffing."
I chuckled—
—and froze again.
Because what came out of my mouth wasn't words. It was wet, gurgling nonsense.
"Gaaah… buhh… mah!"
…Right. That wasn't English. That wasn't any language.
I looked down. Tiny, pudgy arms. Soft skin. Weak grip.
A baby's arms.
…Oh.
Right. The god did say I'd be starting from infancy. Heh.
No wonder my head felt like a wrecking ball—I barely had neck muscles. The best I could do was wobble side to side like a confused turtle.
Still, I wasn't going to just lie there. I spent what felt like half an hour struggling to lift my head, forcing my body into a clumsy crawl across the sand toward the tree line. Thankfully, the clouds kept the sun's heat off me. Post-apocalyptic world or not, the air was cleaner than anything I remembered from my old life.
Somewhere along the way, I ditched the diaper I was wearing—already swollen, foul-smelling, and way past its expiration date—The diaper was full Egh, luckily my butt was clean from all the disgusting things inside it. But strangely everything was dry and hard like a hot rock,no wonder my bottom was heavy when I crawl. As I moved, I caught sight of myself in some puddle/pool of water. Blonde tufts of hair, with round cheeks, blue eyes?
Yeah...That god hadn't lied.
"I am… Finn, huh?" I gurgled to my own reflection, the baby face staring back at me looking like it hadn't been cared for in a long time.
I am Finn.
I still look at myself in amazement everything looks the same, well not like a cartoon everything looks real...and then… the pieces clicked.
The raft—smashed to pieces, the moldy baby food, that filthy, months-old diaper i wore before, and the black, sticky mess I'd woken up on.
My stomach turned.
…This Finn...this baby,...t-the owner of this body hadn't made it. Somewhere out there, in the original timeline, baby Finn had died on this beach—long before he start Crawling inside this woods and Joshua and Margaret could find him—and I was… wearing his skin.
I sat there in the middle of the woods, staring into the water infront of me—my reflection stared back—Finn's baby face.
"Oh God…" I thought. "I took his place?,i mean i am take his place that God said it but—is that kinda fuck up to let a baby die so i could take their place?!"
That smug god hadn't just dumped me into some an newborn body That should be not alive—A body of baby that had already been dead. Had he… regenerated it? Fresh paint job on a rotting house?
And that black sludge I'd woken up in on the beach…Yeah,i was starting to think it had been what was left of Finn's flesh.
Twisted.
Creatures passed by without much concern. A few stared like I was something out of a fallout series but for kids. Humanoid mutants, beasts, and—oh, yep—there she was. The giant beetle lady and her kid, straight out of Finn's flashbacks.
"Mommy, what's that?" the little beetle asked.
"I don't know, sweetie," the mother said, pulling him away. "Looks weird. Don't go near it."
…Ouch. Okay that make it worst.
I was just sitting there—naked baby butt in the grass—when my instincts took over. The crying started before I could stop it. Loud. Wailing. Full volume.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard movement. Then two yellow figures came into view. Two very familiar yellow figures.
Joshua and Margaret.
Joshua's yellow fur and gray fedora caught the sunlight, his posture all casual swagger. Margaret's peach hat was decorated with pink ribbons and flowers, her expression already softer than her husband's.
"There's the racket," Joshua muttered in his 1940s Mid-Atlantic drawl, looking down at me.
Margaret's eyes widened. "Why… it's a baby."
Joshua tilted his head. "What do you want, baby?" His voice was more puzzled than concerned. "Why're you crying?"
Still bawling—because, you know, baby instincts—I watched him lift me up like a piece of suspicious laundry. "Margaret, this baby won't tell me what's wrong with it. And he's stinky."
Dude… I'm a baby, I thought.
Margaret chuckled, clearly used to her husband's "tender" way with words. "Give him here, Joshua. He just needs a little loving."
She kissed my forehead, and—annoyingly—it worked. I laughed without meaning to.
"There, see?" she said warmly. "Happy now."
Joshua raised an eyebrow. "Honey, you just kissed a stinky little baby. Don't expect more sugar from me until you wash your dirty, dirty face."
He put his hands on his hips, scanning the trees. "Anywho, why's this child out here in the woods?"
"I don't know," Margaret said gently, rocking me. "But it seems he's alone."
"Then let's take him home. Adopt him," she decided with a smile.
Joshua nodded. "Seems the most logical thing. Kid's probably an orphan. Ugly baby, though."
Really? I thought, deadpan.
And just like that, I was being carried off by a yellow dog couple—take baby finn place and his childhood life.
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