Well… fuck me real good till my eyes roll upwards."
A young man with messy dark hair and a face that screamed "not desirable" stumbled out of the hospital, laughing like a maniac. His forehead was wrapped in crimson gauze, and every passerby stared, wide-eyed and horrified.
"DAMN IT, WEAVER! FUCK YOU, YOU DAMN BITCH!" he shouted.
"WHY ME? I WAS JUST… STROKING ONE OUT TO FEMBOY X FUTA! WHY WAS I CHOSEN TO BE ISEKAIED INTO THIS DAMNED WORLD?"
A middle aged couple looking impossibly young for their age rushed toward him.
"SON, WHAT HAPPENED?!" the parents yelled.
He turned, confused, squinting at them. Oh… these are probably the OG's spawners. Need to act normal. "Uh… sorry, do I know you guys?"
The parents froze, horror painted across their faces, as if their worst fears had come true.
"Oh right… doctors said you lost your memories… more bullshit to deal with," the father said with a tired sigh.
"HONEY, NOT NOW! Said the Mother to her husband. We're your parents, don't worry, we'll go through this together!" the mother added, worry practically radiating off her.
Well, at least I have parents… unlike… He stopped himself mid-thought. No. That's unfair. He can't change that. I should make up for it somehow… but first, plan and prepare for this miserable future.
"Dear? Dear!"
"Hah… yeah, sorry. Lost in thought," he muttered.
The father chuckled, mischievous grin spreading across his face. "What thoughts? You lost your memories, hahahaghah."
The mother glared, flexing her toned muscles as she pinned him to the wall. The plaster cracked like a spiderweb with the impact. Her index finger pressed firmly against his cotton-candy pink lips.
"Be this your last warning, or else…"
The father nodded nervously, sweat rolling down his milk-chocolate skin. "Ye-yes ma'am… it won't happen again."
"Mind repeating that for me?" she demanded, eyes burning.
"OKAY! OKAY! I WILL STOP! PUT ME DOWN!"
"Much better," she said, letting him go. Both parents stared at their son with worried expressions, just in time to see him sitting there, eating popcorn, watching their little showdown. They all burst out laughing. The bystanders? Judging silently: this whole family is insane, bruh.
"Bring the PTV, please," the mother said, turning to her husband. Then she smiled at him. "Let's get you home, son."
Lucky me… my parents are STACKED. Wonder what they actually do… He glanced between them. Hmm… at least mom's probably an Awakened, seeing how she picked up dad.
Inside the PTV, driving through the streets, he finally asked, "So… can one of you tell me how old I am and… my name?"
His mother glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Of course, dear. Your name is Loyce Tharak."