Blue Womb, you saw me standing alone...

Leonard had experienced a few things in his short eighteen years on earth, tasting various foods, feeling the full range of possible emotions, suffering pain, anguish, and despair. Falling in love but it ending unrequited.

But, the current situation had considerably baffled and confused him... His body felt weird, not like he was used to, he couldn't breathe but felt no urge to anyway. In all honesty, it felt like he was currently within a warm water balloon, occasionally he'd feel pressure from random directions, but it was nothing more than an annoyance.

Leonard stretched his limbs out but felt them reaching the barrier of whatever was holding him... He remembers that he'd just passed out after his three-day marathon playing Fallout 3, but had no idea how he'd ended up "Here".

He combed over the possibilities, and all of them were unsatisfactory, he'd been abducted by aliens, his government or a terrorist organisation? Probably not, but it was an option.

He had a mental breakdown and this is within his own mind, the experiences just echoes of what he true body was feeling? That didn't sound right.

He'd died, and this was Heaven, Hell, or Limbo... Leonard refused to believe that God existed, so this one was out, even if it were true.

He was paralyzed and this was simply what you felt when all senses were lost? Likely?

The last thing on his mental list was that he'd somehow been stuffed inside a womb? He assumed this is what being inside one would feel like, feeling around with his weak and for some reason small hand allowed him to feel what could only be a placenta. He left it alone for the time being, if it was what he thought it was, he'd definitely die if he damaged it.

Giving another kick in irritation he could hear a female yelp, it wasn't loud and was difficult to hear due to him being submerged, but it lead credence to him being inside a womb.

That only brought more questions to the table though... How. How was he here, and was he even "Leonard" anymore? He speculated that he may have been reincarnated and if so his original name would likely be replaced by whatever his new parents called him. More importantly though, why was he here? Did he anger a God somewhere and as punishment they'd forced him to live through life again? Some wouldn't consider that all that bad, but Leonard thought differently...

Life was boring enough as it is, and having to redo school and college again made him want to just pull the placenta out and end his new life before it even began.

Of course, there were other options. Maybe this would be beneficial to him? The start of Fallout 3 had you being born, perhaps it was something similar to that... If that was the case, wouldn't that make him the Protagonist?

It may just be wishful thinking, but if that were possible he'd jump at the opportunity. His experience playing Fallout 3 was still fresh in his mind, and to be honest, he wouldn't mind playing it again.

He'll just have to wait and see where he'd end up... For all he knew he could be being born in Warhammer 40k, and if that were so, even if he killed himself he was fucked.

A month went by and Leonard continued floating in the womb, trying to find things to think about to alleviate his boredom. He'd gone through a phase of kicking his "mother" whenever he wanted, the yelps of pain and surprise amusing him for a time before it quickly got old.

He'd then started reliving his old memories, though, most were so boring he just dreamt of playing Fallout, sad yes, but it was the clearest and most interesting thing he could remember.

Eventually, he felt the fluid surrounding him drain, and loud voices from outside his "prison" could be heard... Either, he was about to die or was getting birthed, Leonard was looking forward to both options.

Soon enough he felt a pressure on him, and he twisted himself to go headfirst towards whever it was pulling him... He knew that a babies best chance for survival was going headfirst, he was able to think and move himself so it was easy to get into the correct position...

What Leonard hadn't expected was the ungodly pain he'd experience as he was getting pushed out. His head was literally being crushed and squeezed as cold plastic covered hands tried to assist his mother in birthing him. He head got through but not without consequences, his thoughts were fuzzy and he was almost running on instinct...

His chest come next and some hands wrapped around him to pull, his body was fragile and he thought he'd be torn in half... He coughed and sucked in a breath as the pain continued to climb, only now realising that he was able to breath.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" he unconsciously started wailing, his unused pain receptors suddenly all flaring as a nurse cleans him off and wraps him into a blanket, a few minute later the pain slowly fading into a dull ache.

Leonard struggled to open his eyes but was eventually able to and started looking around, noticing that he was inside some sort of rundown building... It looked like the wallpaper was almost entirely gone, with the walls themselves slowly rotting away.

His mind was still muddled after having his brain squished, but he managed to look over at the pale woman holding him as well as the large man lovingly holding her.

"What should we call him?" the man asks, his scraggly brown hair and stubble making him look like a homeless person.

The woman smiles down at him, "Afton... Afton Parker." she says, giving the man a kiss before pecking her new child on the forehead.

Leonard, or now Afton Parker couldn't bear it any longer and passed out, wondering if he'd been born to some homeless people.