27: That time I reincarnated as a dog.

The viewers came back to see the new life where Timmy had started to show the same attitudes as always. This life was different from the previous one, it was a modern era where there were people with certain special abilities, Samus will never say that she was inspired by Marvel's Mutants for this story.

But history was repeating itself, no matter how good Timmy's parents and education were, his true self always came out, even without the memory of his past life in the simulation, his attitude was hardly different from it. Yes, the boy had some noble qualities, but they were constantly overshadowed by his terrible self. 

The problem was not that he had those attitudes, no, the problem was that he allowed those tendencies to surface easily, even leading him to commit certain questionable actions. Not to mention that he seemed to lack a certain amount of common sense and logic as if he instinctively believed that it wasn't necessary or just didn't know about it. 

In this life, envy gnawed at him because his younger brother had special abilities that he did not, and in a fit of envy and unconsciousness, he denounced him to the government. 

You know how the government is with stories about people with superpowers, so it was no wonder that Timmy's younger brother was taken to secret facilities in this life.

Did he know? No, and even if he did, he would probably feel a little guilty before doing something really stupid like trying to rescue him with no chance of success. He lived his life with many setbacks until he was old, and perhaps it was because of his advanced age that he began to remember his past actions and feel a bit of what we can call genuine guilt.

But he indulged himself by saying that it was for the sake of his brother and that he was too old to try to intervene. So he died believing that his actions were right, that he had motives, reasons...

Until he was in front of Samus' avatar again, he remembered his past life and evaluated it, maybe because of the previous old age, now he thought a little more, and went through his old memories. He realized that he was always the same, the same old scum.

He justified himself mentally, hadn't he suffered because of Vicky and the absence of his parents? Why couldn't he have some fun with some interesting wishes? He got the godparents, and except for a few annoying rules, he could do whatever he wanted and there were hardly any consequences, right? 

Even though those consequences were hardly dangerous for her, Jorgen was there just in case, right, so what was the problem?

Samus slapped her face, even her avatar did the same. 

"Hey... I'm an idiot, I admit it, but even I know these things are wrong," Cosmo said in a rare moment of seriousness, his expression showing that even if he was able to find the most absurd thing funny, he was aware that he had clear limits. 

He proved it even when he took on the heavy burden of being the last fairy to be born, he could break the rule of not having children, he knew his wife longed for the fruit of their love, but he knew it was dangerous, he couldn't bring an unconscious and superpowered being into the world, he was already the last straw and even now he regretted his childish actions, even if he had no control over them. 

Wanda stroked her husband's head and looked at him tenderly, she didn't want to see the true darkness of her godson anymore, not even Maryann, the provocateur of the First World War, was that dangerous. Yes, she was openly evil, but she never tried to justify her actions with such thoughts. 

"I knew the child was damaged, but not that badly, it looks like we will have to see many lifetimes before his psyche is back to normal," Jorgen said, his always serious face turned into a grimace of genuine concern.

What causes a child to be like this? Is it natural or was he just a victim of circumstance? He doesn't know, he didn't want to know, he just wanted Timmy to get better for the first time in all that time. 

Timmy's life was very different, where he experienced different worlds, and different scenarios, even in some he was a girl, so he could better understand the female point of view, something he was missing a lot, no matter if he was just a 10-year-old boy. 

With each life, some of the rough edges of his being were smoothed out, he subconsciously began to not only think more about his actions but to become a little more aware of his surroundings, his actions, and the people around him. He began to realize that the world didn't revolve around him, that he wasn't really special, that he was just another human being in this vast universe. 

His life was getting better and better, some of his attitudes were there, but he could resist the urge, he was getting wiser without realizing it, and in every pause between his lives, he could reevaluate his old actions as a 10-year-old boy with powerful beings below him. 

Now he did... he felt terrible guilt for his actions, there were so many good things he could have done, so many useful things he could have tried. Maybe he wasn't the smartest and couldn't wish for something to help him cheat on his exams, for example, but he could have wished to meet a good tutor who could teach him knowledge. 

Maybe his parents weren't with him because of problems beyond their control, why didn't he wish for a more flexible job? He couldn't make Vicky stop being mean to him, but he could try to understand her and help her because just like him, she had a chance to improve herself.

Well, many, many lives had to pass, to which the spectators did not pay much attention, they only saw the result, with each life there was a hint of improvement, which was good. But now it was time for the real challenge. 

When Timmy stood in front of this so-called goddess again, he didn't answer or complain like before, he just stood silently and waited. 

"Have you learned anything?" asked Samus' avatar with a slight smile on her face. 

"Yes..." Timmy replied, his voice was young, but his tone was old, wise, and even a little tired. 

Timmy had already reached his limit, Samus knew instinctively, but there was one last test, one last life he had to experience.

"This will be the last life you will have, then you will fall into oblivion. I hope you enjoy it," Timmy simply nodded after hearing Samus' Avatar's words. 

Then Timmy woke up in a new life, a new body, no memories as always, but this time he was special, he wasn't a human... he was a dog. A little white-haired puppy adopted by a lonely woman. 

The woman gave him the attention and affection he deserved, and he received a lot of love, understanding as well as discipline, because although she loved him, she also taught him how to behave inside the house. 

But soon the woman met a person who began to neglect him, giving him meals very late or even not feeding him for a whole day. His body roared with hunger, and when he was looking for something to eat, he would end up ruining clothes or furniture with his teeth, but he would be scolded for it. 

As a dog, he didn't understand why his friend was behaving like this, was he a bad dog? He didn't know, he just wanted to spend time with her, but the woman pushed him. 

He just wanted something to eat, and when he went to find it, there was nothing on his plate, so he could only satisfy his hunger by biting into the things he found appealing. 

He was abandoned. It was a traumatic experience for him, before he could sleep in a warm and soft place, and now he could only sleep on the cold floor. Before he could get food, although, in the end, it became much more complicated, his friend gave him food when she remembered. 

But not now, she had to go much hungrier than before, she had to fight against others of her kind to get food in bad conditions. She suffered abuse from some children and even other adults. He got wounds, he got parasites, he got diseases, and even one of his eyes could no longer see well.

Still, he never blamed the woman, yes, he wanted to, something inside him roared that he had to take revenge somehow, but... he loved her, he loved her too much, how could he hurt the person who made him big and strong? It was because of her that he was able to survive, even with all his wounds. 

He was old now, he couldn't fight like he used to, he couldn't run away like he used to, and he was abused more and more by his kind and his friend's kind. But he lived on, even with his slow walk, the limp in one paw, his chewed ears, and his once shining white fur now stained with accumulated dirt. 

He fell asleep suddenly, not understanding why, tired but not too tired. But soon he found himself being bathed, being cleaned. He remembered the smell, it was the special bubbling liquid his former friend used when she poured water over him. 

Someone removed his dirty hair, the parasites on his body, and the bandages on his limbs, and even fed him. It had been a long time since he had eaten something so good, it was the same taste as before, it was the same warm feeling in his head when he received caresses. 

He didn't know why, but he could only howl softly as memories of his friend flooded his mind. He was happy, it wasn't her, but the person who cared for him and gave him affection.

He felt a slight tingling in his body, the same sensation he sometimes felt when his friend took him to certain places where they put strange objects on him and examined him. 

He felt his eyelids drooping, his mind slowing down, he wanted to sleep, and in a warm bed as before, he closed his eyes, never to open them again. 

Timmy returned to the Goddess once more. But this time he cried, after going through so much he had never shed tears, he had never felt so much pain as he did this time. For the first time, he felt love, the love that pets feel for their human friends. 

He understood why things had happened to his pets that he had neglected, that he had cruelly left in the care of others because he felt it was not his responsibility. He knew how deep the feeling of true love was, something that could never really be caused by some magical desire. 

Even now he could understand why Tootie, Vicky's sister, clung to him so tightly because she was the only person who unwittingly showed him a little attention and affection, a girl who now truly believed that she needed the Magical Godfathers more than he did. 

"In this whole strange process, I realized what kind of child I was, you don't know how many times I cursed myself for the things I caused, for the things that were my fault, self-deception became a part of me, but I just wanted a 'magical adventure'... I can't change the essence of my being, but I can become the best version of myself, at least I hope so.

My only regret is that I can never apologize to Cosmo and Wanda, you know, they were always there, helping me, and giving me advice, but I just didn't understand, the power to fulfill almost any wish according to my whims... I never thanked them or told them how much I loved them, did I even love them back then?

Maybe I just thought of them as one of my pets, and the fact that they became fish didn't help much. Now I see how terrible it was, and I was only 10 years old. I'm tired, I want my end," said Timmy, his voice was hoarse, mental aging was a consequence of this plan, but we have magic in this world, don't we? A very special one.

"I wish I could go back to the moment I first died, it's not necessary to have those memories, but I want what I learned to stay with me, maybe then I could have been a better person," Timmy said after thinking for a while, knowing it wouldn't happen.

He thought about this wish, really thought about all the consequences of it, and even though it wouldn't come true, it was perhaps the most confident wish he had ever said. 

Timmy woke up in his room, he could see through the window that it was already night. He'd had a strange dream that he'd forgotten, but he knew he'd experienced so much in it, and with his ten-year-old mind he might not be able to draw any useful conclusions, but when he saw his magical godparents as fish in a fishbowl....

"Good night, Cosmo, Wanda," the boy said with a smile, and his godparents sighed. 

Rejuvenating an old man's mind was close to the rules, almost impossible if it weren't for the fact that his body technically never grew, a loophole Jorgen had pointed out.

"Good night, Timmy," their fairies said at the same time, their synchronization coming from thousands of years of living together. 

Even though it was night, it looked like a new day, a new beginning for a boy with big teeth and a pink cap. 

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AN: I almost cry writing this chapter. 

Sorry for the late update, yesterday I have internet issues.

Today 11 is my birthday, yeeehi c: 

Also, please read my original novel My Magical Daily Life, maybe is your cup of tea.