1 CLICHE OR NOT

Today was the day!

I am tired of reading these fucking novels....

Why can they do it but I can't hmmm?

Are they more special than me? do they have better skills than me?

FUCK NO!

I am the chosen one so today I shall prove it...

Am I afraid? Nope I am chosen it is a part of my destiny

Am I really going to do it? What kind of stupid question is that?

I am Malach Kano and I always do what I say just watch me hahahaha.....

After my wave of rants and self confidence boost I left my bathroom to put on some clothes, my room was not like what most people would expect, it was a clean and tidy room with everything well packed and labeled. It was done so simply for this day, the day when I left this world I wouldn't want my mother to spend too much time packing up so I had done so myself. My mother had a list of phobias that would put even Adrian Monk to shame, as for me? nope I lived with my dad until he died so none of my mom's phobias never rubbed off on me.

Truly I don't even know why my dad even did it with her...I mean how did they even do it? she's so scared of germs and anything that moves and anything that's in her space.....I guess my dad was just a grade SSS playboy, I can't see any other possibility, dad was just too good. Hahahaha

In the room, apart from the series of 36"x48" cardboard boxes with my belongings that were neatly packed in the corner of my bedroom, there was a simple bed and a simple table, nothing too special only thing special was my gaming console and my phone, apart from that nothing else.

My head was also packed with a ton load of information for the world that I was heading to. All the walkthroughs, the episode information, the location of items....everything I was well prepared for my journey but to begin it, I would have to at the very least die.

It wasn't as bad as it sounded, it was actually a lot simpler than one would expect, I mean dying is easy, it's living that's hard. But my main problem revolved around one thing, how will I die.

In those fantasy novels the MC always dies in a weird and cliché way, like getting run over by a car on the 4th floor of their apartment or being betrayed by their best friend for money and or power. Their were a lot of cliché ways to die, but me? I'll chose the most cliché way so ever. Hahaha damsel in distress here I come.

"Mom I'm Leaving! I won't be coming back!" As I left my room I shouted to my mother who never left her room, I had been living with her for 5 years now and had only seen her twice! damn she was really into her phobias.

"...." There was no answer so I went to knock on her room door. "Mom! I'm leaving and not coming back."

"..." Still no answer, normally when I told her I was leaving she would at least say ok or something like that but now there was no answer. I slightly opened the door to about half way, but before I could even look in the room there was a swoosh and the room door slammed in my face.

Me on the unexpected end couldn't even move back and took the mahogany door directly to the face. I could taste the blood in my mouth and could even see stars and birds twinkling about over my head.

"AHHH FUUUCKK!!" Screaming the profanities I stormed out of the house, but not before grabbing some paper towels to soak up the blood.

Walking down the streets with two white clads up my nose I searched for a damsel in distress, but there was nothing for me, not even a group of delinquents. I continued my search for another three hours, I searched alley ways, dark corners I even went to Biker Bars....but nothing.

This couldn't be happening, I had planned my transmigration so cleanly there was no way I couldn't find a cliché way to die. But not long after the thoughts rose in my head, the perfect opportunity presented itself.

"Ahh help I am being groped by delinquents someone help me!!!" the voice echoed across my ears and a smile was plastered across my face.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT DELINQUENTS HOW DARE YOU GROPE A YOUNG LADY!!!!" I shouted with my loudest voice and ran towards the sound of the young damsel, but during my excitement I had forgotten that I was walking beside the busiest street in town, and you can guess what happened next..

BEEEEP!!! BOOOP!! AARRHH!!!

I was flattened by a car that was going well over the speed limit, my last memory of that was me flying through the car's windscreen and through the back then repaving the asphalt with skin and bone and blood and gore, and even in the last 3 seconds of my life I was able to see another car scraping up my remains and spreading it over the area.

I didn't feel any pain apart from the first collision, everything after that was only a flash, and that's how I died.

........

I woke up in a place that was way too unfamiliar, I even panicked. I jumped up wildly looking around to see a young man about in his late 20s or early 30s sitting in a regular chair and painting a picture of the horizon.

I looked around and noticed I was in a huge grassland, actually so huge that along the horizon there was nothing but flat land no hills no mountains just grass.

"Wha..What am I doing here?" I managed to get the words out before memories flooded my mind, as the memories returned I began smiling till finally I burst out loudly laughing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES I DID IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA." The young man who was painting the picture turned to look at me as if seeing a mad man.

"You there what are you waiting for hahahaha I don't want to waste anymore time here quickly I want to enter the Pokémon World HAHAHAHAHA!"