Disclaimer:
This just fanfic for random things i'll made from the owl house cartoon...for fun.
I'll be honest , didn't watch the show to much just watch the season 1 and i drop the rest, i like the Lore behind like the Titans and etc...but nah the romance ain't for my plate.
No hate for any people of what they are,its your choice,you free to do what you want and what you are. I don't care about it
This one probably be 7 chapter. So don't think high of it.
I just felt like it to write this....
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Noted: anyway,i have to ask why you guys why some of you guys read this? This probably not even good fanfic...why? That very questionble.....
That very questionble choice,well fuck it here chapter 1
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This is funny… nah, scratch that. This is stupidly funny.
Why? Because somehow, I'm a baby again. Yeah. You read that right. Tiny arms, weak legs, drooling like an idiot— A baby.
How? Hell if I told you that it gonna be long ass story—bur! If I had to blame something, it'd be that goddamn frog.
Not even a cool frog either. Not some mutant boss monster or cursed spirit or radioactive battle-toad. Nope. Just a regular old frog chilling next to the road, croaking its ugly little love song into the night. And me? I was just a normal dude balancing a tray of fried veggies in cold weather—deep fried cabbage, carrots, cucumber in butter mix and fried to crisp with spicy being fried flat —all drenched in that sweet-spicy sauce that heaven to your mouth—while scrolling a manhwa on my phone.
That's when the frog croaked,loud,Ugly,Wet. I flinched jumpscared me. My foot slipped and then… BAM.
Front grill of a train,Head first.
I swear my last thought wasn't some deep final words or touching flashback montage—it was just: "Wait… what chapter was I even on again?"
So yeah, i died like a clown Pathetic-face full of deep fries food, brain full of manga panels, soul full of regret because i die single...I'm sure the train is now covered in my blood at the front,maybe my death will be followed up by autopsy team if they could sewing my body parts together..well they probably wouldn't find anything why i die They must think I committed suicide or didn't see the train, I pray they think so! I would feel embarrassed if they found out I died because I was shocked when I heard the sound of frogs and fell on the rail.
Apparently, that was enough for the universe to go, "LMAO, yeah, this one's ready to get isekai'd."
And so here I am an Reincarnated or transmigran? What ever you called it IM here now, No system. No tutorial, No cheat skill, No big-breasted goddess with soft thighs to welcome me—well something else. Just me, stuffed into a five-month-old baby body with the trauma of dying to a frog croak.
Fuck frogs. I mean it. Curse every last one of them.
Oh, right—there was something before I woke up like this. Some… being,this shit. A "god," maybe? Though if he or she was, they was the discount, look like bootleg kind you find in the clearance bin...they body keep shape shifted to form of male and female but the voice sound distortion
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When I opened my eyes after dying, there he was—floating, glowing, looking suspiciously like Kami-sama (hitogami) from Mushoku Tensei. Except instead of those dangerous manipulator or Grace air around them, they had the energy of a shitposter who hangs out on meme forums too long—or those ragebait people on X without any reason.
No eyes? Or so i believe there some yellow Ligh come under their skin—that is Just light bright white light their are —Yet somehow, I felt them staring right into my soul. Then they opened their mouth and said:
"Bruuuh… that's an embarrassing way to die, my guy. You got clapped by a train 'cause jumpscared from frog's moaned too loud?…"
Silence...a very awkward silence— Then he doubled over.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He laughed at me for twenty goddamn minutes...I counted.
"Ha! Oh me! Oh myself! That's hilarious! Buahahahaha!"
Meanwhile, I was standing there like, Is this really God? For real? This clown?
When they finally wheezed his lungs empty, he went into monologue mode, like a Dungeon Master in DnD sesson while drunk off cheap vodka—not to clear whatever their said because with those distortion of their tone of voice—but i could catch some
"Alright, alright. You know the drill. You're getting isekai'd! Yaaaaassay, fireworks, confetti, whatever." Their said why lots fire works come from their behind and confetti come from their hand,is this guy really a clown or sum?
I just stared—Didn't even respond. His glowing body slumped like I killed the vibe.
"Ugh, you're no fun, my guy. Fiiiinnnneeee,Here's the deal: i'll sent you to random world, with no system, no starter pack,no blood line bullshit. None of that mainstream early-OP crap—why? It because it too boriiiiiiiiing. Way funnier this way and great this way —I already doing this lots of Times,i just dumped some dude into an alien-filled universe earlier before you—he's doing fine,you'll be fine too— Probably."
They said with smirked, eyes (??) flashing bright enough to blind me.
"Oh, and by the way? I ain't no dollar store Kami-sama, you rude fucker."
Wait… did I say that out loud? No, I didn't. They read my mind?
"How did yo—"
SNAP!
Didn't even let me finish-No portal, no glowing magic circle. Just finger snap and suddenly—bam—I was in, Cold, Weak, Trapped in a baby body.
Apparently, the baby had died three minutes earlier. Dark, yeah, but Mr. Troll God swore the parents didn't notice yet, so it was "free real estate."
Great.....bootleg isekai God confirm is the real shit....very great...agh...
I didn't even cry when I woke up in this tiny body. I just laid there like, "naaah this can't be real."But this is real and I'm a baby again.
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Fast-forward a few months, and things started to click. My mom—Anie—was something else. Picture a Southeast Asian woman with skin the same shade as mine,and two pare or red eyes that shy like crystal,then arms like tree trunks, and the kind of smile that could calm you… or scare the crap out of you if you pissed her off. She was buff, business-smart, and could probably deadlift a car if she felt like it.
She once almost crushed me while breastfeeding, squeezing a little too hard with that goofy mother-smile. If it weren't for my dad noticing my face turning blue, I'd have been RIP'd twice. Bless that man.
(Author: that mf married this women,is sure lucky bastard...)
And my dad? Fernando jorgen Scotch. Cuban-American. Househusband. Moustache game immaculate. Like, the kind of moustache so perfect it deserved its own religion. Dude had a literal book titled "How to Care for Your Mustache the Proper Way." No joke.
Soft-hearted, great doing laundry, also great chef at kitchen and master of banana bread, and a walking arsenal of cleaning stuff—and don't give me started with his dad jokes. Together, he and Mom made the weirdest, most wholesome combo couple you could imagine.
Honestly? Not a bad start to reincarnation,i mean,my original parents not to get along very well and the devorce when i was 8 so yeah this is nice.
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…Until she showed up.
That day, my parents decided we needed a "family outdoor activity" at the park. Fresh air, sunshine, stress relief for Mom because she been so stress with the companies and my dad give the idea—its very simple and nice.
Then I saw her.
An woman in their early days of 25-28s? Idk she still young just like my mom, Dominican-American seem so, smooth curled hair, glasses with thick red frames ontop her hair, pushing a stroller. She waved, walked over, and my mom and dad greeted her like they'd been besties since forever.
They started chatting in that weird mom-to-mom code I couldn't decode yet. My dad crouched beside me, trying to get me to look at the baby in the stroller and then left for
A bit...and i lay back at my roller why would i intrested by other people baby?
At first, I didn't care. Just another day of "blah blah adult talk" while I sat back there inside my stroller again,pretending to be fascinated by clouds.
But then… I heard it. The woman said her baby's name I'm stood up—And my tiny little heart skipped a beat...
Panic...Pure panic.
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My five-month-old heart was not built for this kind of stress test. Where the hell was my dad? Normally I'd grab his hand and squeeze it like a stress ball, but nope—gone. Not like he ran off for milk or anything—no, of course not. He just thought it'd be a brilliant idea to go grab ice cream for everyone. Thanks, Dad. Abandoned me in my darkest hour.
So there I was, stuck in my stroller, while Mom chatted away with this mysterious woman like they were catching up on a whole decade of gossip. Judging by the air, Dad clearly knew her too. College friends? High school? Something old, because he didn't look surprised earlier now he gone.
Meanwhile, curiosity killed the cat—or in this case, the reincarnated baby. I risked a peek inside the woman's stroller, since ours had rolled close together.
And there she was.
Brown skin, tiny curls of dark hair just starting to poke out, and big round brown eyes that locked on mine the instant I looked. We stared at each other. Deeply. Like some kind of baby-to-baby soul link. Then she chuckled in that bubbly, babbling way only babies can.
My chest tightened. Not from cuteness overload—though yeah, that too—but from sheer dread.
"Awww, what's her name, Camila?" my mom asked sweetly.
Wait. Hold up. Did I hear that right? Camila? No, no, no, please. Please let that be a common name. Like Camila the fruit seller. Or Camila the business partner. Or literally any other Camila.
The woman smiled, pushing her glasses up. "Oh, my daughter? Her name's Luz!"
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Oh. Fuck.
No. No, no, no, no, NO. Ain't no way this is unintentional. Ain't no way I just reincarnated straight into The Owl House.
My mom lit up. "Oh, like light? That's adorable! Hi, little Luz~" She leaned down, cooing at the stroller. Then she noticed me staring at that baby, because of course I was. "Oh my, seems my Raffy's already interested in little Luz!"
I'm NOT! I wanted to shout. Instead, all that came out was incoherent baby sounds AAaagh!!
Camila—yes, that Camila—leaned down next, peering at me with a warm smile. "Oh, this must be Rafhael? Awww, he's adorable. He looks so much like you, Anie. I can barely see Fernando's face in him—this little guy didn't look much like him more like you."
Mom chuckled, patting my head with one of her deceptively soft, muscle-packed hands. "Oh, hush, Necoda. He's both me and my husband combination, but I'll admit—my genes are a little more dominant. Fufu~"
Noceda.
Yup, That surname sealed it. This wasn't some coincidence. This was the Camila Necoda. Mother of Luz. Which meant I wasn't just in some random world. No, no, no—bootleg Kami-sama had yeeted me straight into a cartoon universe.
I thought I was getting a normal isekai package—monsters, swords, maybe some magic skill books! if I was lucky to learn—or just bunch school life second life shit like that,not gonna lie i would choose that! Instead, I got scammed into The Owl House. That bastard god must be laughing, I could feel it.
And then it got worse.
"Baaah… abbu baaa."
Not from me,that noise come from Luz. The little gremlin reached across her stroller, grabbed my tiny baby hand, and held it tight.
Both moms gasped. "Awwwwwwwwww!" they squealed in unison.
"Awwww!! Mi hija Luz!" Camila clapped her hands over her cheeks. "She's holding someone else's hand! That's never happened before!"
The two women melted from the cuteness. My dad wasn't even here to save me.
And me? I froze completely.
Because this… this wasn't random, this was targeted.
Somewhere, in whatever outher world troll lounge they squats in, that so-called god was grinning ear to ear. Salty that I'd mocked them inside my head—Laughing they ass off at my expense. Dropping me into a literal cartoon universe just to watch me squirm.
Yeah—This was their plan all along,this ain't random reincarnated!
FUCK!
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DAAAAAD!!, Where the hell are you? How long does it take to buy ice cream in a park? You're not climbing Mount Everest—you're buying three cones. For you, for Mom, for your old friend over here—Come back before I explode!!!!
Meanwhile, Luz was still staring at me like I was the most interesting baby on the planet. She held my hand earlier, and now that it was free, she looked… disappointed. Great. Now I've somehow become this baby's emotional support stranger,that not very logical for baby to trust someone that fast!
Both moms, of course, were oblivious. They sat on the park bench, strollers parked nearby, chatting like no time had passed.
"So, how's your work going? I heard you started your own company a while back," Camila asked, rocking Luz in her arms as the baby fussed for my hand again.
"Tell me about it," my mom sighed, pulling me out of my stroller and plopping me on her lap. "I thought I was building one small company. Now I've got three. All paperwork—All stress. Thank god for Fernando, honestly. Without him, I'd probably be bald already. This little outing was his idea—bonding time for me and our son, since I've barely been home these last months."
She hugged me from behind. I felt her giant, muscled arms cage me in like a weighted blanket. Comforting but also mildly terrifying.
(Author:please me next)
Camila smiled warmly. "It really suits you, Anie. Motherhood, I mean and wow—it's been years since college. I didn't expect to run into you two again."
Mom chuckled. "Neither did I,i Alway scared almost killed Fernando and my son by squese him to hug whenever i want to...my body didn't design well to hold my own baby sigh..—But fate has funny timing,me and Fernando also didn't expect to run into you necoda fufufu."
Camila adjusted Luz, who had started chewing on her fist. "Well, Manny—my husband and I moved here a month ago. I got a position as a veterinarian—dream job, really. Helping animals, steady pay, good community. My husband… well, his health hasn't been the best, so we wanted a quieter life. But I'm happy. We're happy." She gave a sheepish laugh. "And I owe you an apology. We didn't invite you guys to the wedding. I couldn't find your address back then, and then life swept us away." Camila said in apologic look to her one of best friend.
Mom waved it off, smiling. "It's fine, Camila. No hard feelings. What matters is that you're well. Besides—what matters is seeing old friends again, right?"
The two of them exchanged that warm, nostalgic look people do when they share history. Which was sweet, except…
Lore drop.
Turns out my wholesome banana-bread fat dad and my terrifyingly buff mom were apparently Camila's protectors back in high school and college...
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i froze
Wait....
Excuse me?
I looked up to hear the conversation between these two women with my eyes wide open,Apparently, my dad—the same man who sings while folding laundry and feeds stray cats like Saint Francis—was once the kind of guy who broke arms. Not metaphorically. Literally...."Remember back then, when Fernando snapped that rich bastard's arm for trying to shove you?" Mom laughed, just… casually dropping that into conversation while bouncing me on her lap like a plush toy...
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Hold on...
'Wait...WHATTT??????!!!' that my first though.
"Oh, dios mío, don't remind me," Camila groaned, but she was smiling. "That was terrifying! He just grabbed him and—crack! Broken arm. And then you..." she pointed at my mom, "you were swearing and yelling like you were in a boxing match. I swear, everyone was scared of you two."
My mom laughed. Loud. "We weren't scary—we were fair. People just didn't like being called out."
"Fair?!" Camila covered her face, laughing. "You threw a whole table at one guy, Anie!"
"And he deserved it!" Mom shot back, totally unapologetic. "Trying to humiliate you in front of the class? Hah. Not on my watch."
I looked between them, my baby brain screaming. What the hell. My parents were… schoolyard vigilantes or some? A duo of thought,bully kickass? How is Dad the same man who cries at dog movies could be like that????
And right when my existential dread hit max level, my dad finally appeared.
"¡Lo siento, lo siento mucho, señoras!" he said in his usual warm, apologetic tone, balancing three ice creams. "The line was longer than I thought. Everyone wanted helado today."
He handed cones to Mom and Camila, keeping one for himself.
Camila smirked as she took hers. "¡Ah, Fernando! Your mustache is still thick as ever. You really take care of it, huh?"
Mom snorted. "You don't even know, Camila. He treats it like a holy relic more now.. sigh. Trims it every morning. Oils it with coconut oil, like he would die if He didn't take care of his mustache for a single day!. It drives me nuts!" She gave Dad a look somewhere between fond and exasperated. "Can you believe this is the same guy who broke an arm back in college?"
"Hey!" Dad puffed his chest out like she'd complimented him instead of dragged him but still hint of shy. "eyyyy..you make me look like thug infront our! sonmi querida esposa,but yes that guy deserved it"he said scratch his cheek with his finger gently. I almost choked on air. This is my family. These people are my role models???...this is to much. Why must my new! Parents has relationship with the protagonist's family!!!
And to top it off? Luz had managed to crawl-wiggle over from Camila's lap and latch onto my hand again, babbling happily.
Of course....Of course she had,AAAAAAAAGHHHH!!! I ain't want deal with you!!!. As reality wasn't just hitting me. It was slapping me across the face with both hands....as i heard her baby laught that not helping at all.
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OMAKE
I Feel Like I'm Forgetting Something?
Somewhere beyond the mortal world—outside time, space, and common sense—floated a void so black it made midnight look like neon lights. And in that void, there was a being.
They weren't one shape, or one voice. One moment they looked like an old woman, the next a young man with a sly grin, then a child, then a body builder. Their face shifted like waves, but one thing never changed: the mouth. A wide smile, all teeth, glowing like a spotlight.
In their hand floated a small glowing orb, swirling with fragments of life, time, and possibility. A single world. A single reincarnation. The being tilted their head, watching the little flickers inside with amusement.
"Ohhh… so you're goes by Rafhael in this world, huh? Raffy. Cute name. Good for you."
Their grin stretched wider, voice echoing through the void.
"Heh… ahahahaha! Oh, you actually thought I'd give you a happy second life? Pfft—nah. Nope. Not happening. You disrespected me, you little shit! By called me a bootleg kami-sama from some stupid anime show from your world!. Bootleg! ME! And you said I looked like that bargain-bin god from those light novels. That's rude as hell, you little shit. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
They jabbed a finger into the orb, sending ripples through the image of Raffy's new life. There he was, five months old, wide-eyed, already panicking like he knew too much.
"HAHAHAHA heheh...heheh..oh, this is perfect. You like fantasy, don't you? Manhwa, novels, all that suburban-modern-fantasy crap? Hah! Well, congratulations—I dropped you into one! But not the one you wanted."they said with grin.
As they leaned closer, their glowing teeth flashing brighter watching Raffy as him still in Messy mind after what just happened.
"This is gonna be another good show. For me."
Their laughter rolled across the void, shaking the glowing worlds nearby. But then—They froze. A twitch ran across their ever-shifting face.
"…Wait."
A long pause.
"…Why do I feel like I forgot something?"
Another pause. Then realization hit like a meteor.
"—OH SHIT!" The being clutched their head, glowing with sudden panic. "I FORGOT TO ERASE HIS MEMORIES!!"
Their voice boomed like thunder, cracking the void open with streaks of yellow light. Eyes—dozens, maybe hundreds—flared open all across their shifting form, glowing like angry suns.
"HOW THE HELL DO I SCREW UP STEP ONE?! That's literally the FIRST THING on the list! Soul transfer, wipe half memory, roll worlds, send them on their way. Easy! But NOOOO—apparently I'm a fucking amateur now!"
They kicked nothing, stomped their foot, sending shockwaves through the blackness.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! He still remembers all of his memories still in his head!!! He'll use all his stupid first-life skills for in his second life!! DAMN IT! My fun is ruined!"
The being dragged both hands down their ever-changing face, teeth gnashing.
"I swear, this is what happens when you multitask across two hundred million worlds at once. One clerical error and now… great. Just great."
They slumped, muttering like a tired office worker as them massage the area in the middle of their eyes.
"…My yellow eyes opened from the stress. Awesome. Real professional of me."
After a long silence, they let out a slow breath.
"Well… at least he's not totally helpless there. I guess—he still totally clueless tho heh." A grin slowly crept back. "…Heh. Maybe it'll still be entertaining to watch. Yeah. Yeah, let's roll with it."
The being tossed the glowing orb back into the void, whistling as they floating everywhere watching all the shining orbs around them.
As then somewhere inside that orb (universe), Raffy sneezed in his stroller...his parents look down at Raffy"is everything ok sweetie?"Anie ask with her gentle voice,"
"seem our son catch a cold!—let's go to hospital."his dad said in dramatic voice made Anie sigh and shake her head at her husband's always dramatic behavior."why i feel Someone talking behind my baby?"he thinking as he ignore his parents.
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DOUGH: Anyway,i think im not make lots type MC who hasn't suffered more,meh imma make this one suffer.....like thos other extra charather from some fiction.
LEMON: //Side eyeing him.
DOUGH: What?
LEMON:So this the other guy has been..
DOUGH: 👀