Title: I Reincarnated as a Nesty Orange
When consciousness returned to me, everything was drenched in orange. No sky. No ground. No horizon. Just a blinding, suffocating blaze of citrus.
I tried to move—only to realize I had no limbs. My body sloshed… like I was made of liquid.
What… what am I?
A splitting headache throbbed through my pulpy form. My strength—what little of it I had—was slipping away. I couldn't stand. I couldn't scream. I couldn't even blink.
Then… I heard it.
A slow, eerie creak… followed by a monstrous GLOMPH.
Before me, towering like a god of destruction, was a mouth—vast, cavernous, and dripping with saliva.
Its shadow swallowed me whole.
No… NO! Is this how I die?! As a NESTY ORANGE?!
I wanted to fight. I wanted to resist. But there was nothing to resist with.
Darkness consumed me.
There was no sound. No sensation. No time. Just an endless void… silent and suffocating.
Minutes. Hours. Perhaps centuries.
Then—light.
A holy, overwhelming radiance tore through the darkness, and gravity seized me. I plummeted like a fallen star—
—SPLAT.
I landed in a bowl.
And beside me… sat a lone, steaming piece of poop.
…
So this is my afterlife.