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She tried to look past the creature but found it to be an impossible feat. It would go out of focus and then refocus in the direction of whatever direction she looked. She finally deduced that it had something to do with it being a god. "Did I just die?" Wendy only asked for clarification purposes. Just in case it was a Yu-Yu Hakusho type deal. The figure let out a resounding chuckle. "Y̷͕̜̽ê̵̠̼s̸̡̫̄͊,̸̝͗̓ ̶̙̌y̵͚̖̚ơ̷̖͛͜u̷͎̔̿'̷̛̰̄ŗ̵̗́ë̷̻́̂ ̶̧͐̐ḑ̴͛͛͜ȩ̸͌̄a̵͚͗d̶̼̣̄̓ ̴̠͍̈n̴̝͠o̴̙̦̐̕w̷̡͖͊." Wendy blinked owlishly at the eldritch-looking entity. What language was that and how could she understand it? Maybe a perk of being dead... "Is this the afterlife?" If it was she didn't mind. There was a sense of contentment in the abyss that would, no doubt, last forever. "T̴̢̬͠͝h̴̡͔͆ì̶̻̐͜n̴̘̄̾ḳ̴̢͠ ̶͍̏̐ṏ̴͓̰f̵̹͝ ̸͖́́t̸̬̝͘ḫ̵̈̿i̷̲̠͗ṣ̸͗ ̴͈̓̎ȃ̷͚s̷̠̮͊̉ ̵͎̓̀y̸͍̏ŏ̶̙̟͘u̵̼̇r̸̬̎̐ ̴̪̏̈́h̷͇̀̚o̵̮̕̕m̵͈̩̔͘ě̴̻̫.̴̠͋ ̷̜̓E̷̲̽ͅv̶̜̼̏ë̸͕́r̶͇̈́͝y̴̻̔̅ ̵̠͊̕ṭ̸͆ͅi̵̞͑m̴̛̱̂ĕ̴͈͕͝ ̶̘̈́ỹ̷̝̕o̶̤̎̕ú̵̮͐ŗ̷̪̈̌ ̷̬̘̔̇m̵͉̐͘o̸̦͔̅r̵̜̹̔t̴̥͑͒a̶͚͠l̷̥͈̀̆ ̸̡̑ḻ̵͔͝į̷̀̈́f̵̰̂̈́e̵̝̬̅̈́ ̴̱͗̽ě̷̱̲n̵̗͈̉d̸̔͜s̷̡̗̽̿ ̴͓̑̀y̴̺̋o̶̧͙̿̕ụ̶̌̈́ ̸͙̭́w̶̓ͅí̴͕͍͆l̶̰̀̒l̶͛͜ ̸͈̀̕r̶̹̈́̕e̶̯̎t̷̼̓u̸͕̱͌r̶̖̹̊͋n̴." "Every time my mortal life ends? How does that work?" Wendy wasn't an idiot but she also didn't want to assume. "T̸̟̏̕ḣ̷̭͕̌e̸̙̊́ͅ ̷͉͝͝l̶̛͍i̸͓͐f̴̙̌e̵̲̎͛ ̸̠͉͒̚y̶̪̤͐̏o̸̅̏ͅǘ̵̹͈̓ ̴͖͖̾ř̶̝̙͋é̶̹̚m̷̘̠͑̏e̶̫̖̓̉m̷̩͠b̷̝͖͠ẻ̷̯͖̋r̵̢͝ ̵̙͊̚w̸̥̥̋̓á̸̙̮ṣ̷̡̅̃n̵̟͉͊̃'̸̉͗ͅţ̶̺͠ ̴̜̱̐ȳ̶̝̹̈́ȯ̸̧̬ù̴͈͊r̵͚͚̈͗ ̸̢͆̉f̵̦̈́̈́ȋ̸͔̥r̷̰͌͠s̶͙̒t̴̛̰̮̔.̴̬̫͊̒ ̵̱͋̏N̸̠͔͘o̸̬̳̔̍w̸̫̠͌ ̵̩͒͝ṯ̴̟͝͝h̶͍̤̃ą̵̺̍t̴̗͂ ̴̗̻̌͝ỷ̷͎͕̀o̵̬͇̎u̷̜͊r̶̨̰͌̚ ̵̨̓͠s̵̺͈̐̒õ̵̻̩̎ú̵͓͘l̶͚͓̊ ̵̬̰̍̕h̸͇͊͗ạ̵̓̚s̶̟͆ ̴̠͇̐̋a̸̦̼͑g̵͔̘̃e̴͕̓̐͜d̴͖͈͝,̴̜̰͂̾ ̶̦̾r̷͎͜͝e̷͇̔͋m̷̛̠̃e̵͓͝m̴͎̅̅b̵̤͉̾e̴̤͊r̶͖̎̕i̶͛ͅn̴̡͂g̷͖͑̄ ̴̪͆̌w̸̰̋͋ỉ̷͔͑l̴̲͝l̶̹̆ͅ ̴̨̼̏̓b̶̻͌͛ẽ̵̝͙͐ ̵̦͌e̸̘̰̚a̷̭͍͋͘s̴̬̽̂ȉ̶͎͠e̷̗̻̓r̴͉͕̕ ̸͍̓̃ï̶̬̬f̷̠̦͝ ̸͌͜y̸̤̲̽̏o̴̠͆̍u̶̦͆̅ ̶͓́͝ċ̶̪̭͆h̸̠́̍ö̴̱́͆o̷̦̎ś̴̡̬̈́e̵̠͗ ̴̹͂t̶͎̂o̵̡͗ ̶̹̈b̷̤̻͆ẽ̷͖̿͜ ̵̜̮̓̀r̸͔̪͆ȇ̷͇͆b̶͉̩͒́o̸̊͂ͅr̷̮̼̄̄n̸̾." That was... Wendy didn't know what to think. She could be reborn if she wanted and that was something. Who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth? She tried to look around at her surroundings but it proved useless as the God would refocus and block her view. Was there even a point to being reborn? This afterlife was perfect for her. She was content. "Y̵͇͌ǒ̵̞̂ͅu̷̖̓͛ ̷͚́c̴̡̬̉a̵̺̳̐ṅ̴̟̘̀ ̵̜̘̆̾b̶̛̹è̴̝ ̸̨̣͗͠r̵̩̐e̴̥͂b̸̖͂̚ö̸͖́̐r̶̢͛n̴̘͘ ̴̧̛̲̆a̷̝͕̚͘t̴̖͍́̋ ̵̤̓͘ą̵̺͆n̸̫͌y̷͇̓̍ ̴̡̣̌̇p̶̑̎ͅö̶͎̹́̏ị̵̬̀ǹ̵͔t̸͇̬͌̒ ̴̯͇̀͗s̴̺͋̈́o̶̭͊ ̶̗̇t̶͕͔́͋ä̶̪̮k̶͖̍é̶̝̩̋ ̶̰̐͝y̶̩̱͝ò̶̙u̸͉̣͐r̸̠̓̒ ̴̣̅̇t̶̖̓̎i̸̞̊̉m̸̹̑̉e̸͖̲̓̔. I̵̭̻̒͘f̸̛̳͔̋ ̴̹͗o̸͙̰̾͗ṙ̶̯͔ ̷͕͒ẃ̶̥͙h̷̡̞̓e̴͇̒n̸̮͆ ̵̨̠́͐y̵̫̏̕o̸̥̮͊û̶͉ ̶̯̐c̵̩̈́̅͜h̸̛̜̄o̵̹̯̒s̴̲̺̈́͠ẻ̶̞̩̐ ̷̮̠̀t̸̻͑ǫ̵̛̘ ̵͉͐͋b̸̯͊è̷̩̇ ̴̱͙̅͊r̶̺͌͝e̵̦͝b̷̳͛o̵̢͝ṛ̵̊n̴̳̣͠,̷͙͠ ̵̱̣͆̔k̸̨̕ň̷͜ỏ̵̤̮̇w̵̱̋̓ ̴̺͎͗̅ť̶͖̆͜h̴̳̫͂ă̸͈͜ť̴͍͠ ̵̫̌y̴͖̐ͅo̵̲͌͝ǘ̷̮̏ ̵͖̹̚ẅ̴̠͖́ì̷̢́l̷̫͊l̶̩̄͝ ̷̼͐k̶̦͇̒ė̸̤è̶̹̯p̶̖̐ ̸̲͋y̷͈̺̾o̸̖͋ͅù̸̜̆r̸̬̦̓ ̷̘̠̿̚m̵͋͑͜ē̵̗̲̕m̸̡̻̀̏õ̷͍r̶̨̞͛̈́i̴̝̠̾e̷̝̩̔̊s̷̪͆ ̶̦̿͊a̵̢̓s̶̢̝̍̈́ ̵͕̈́ͅw̴͓̔̀è̴͓l̶̙̓͆l̵͍̏ ̴̓͂ͅa̴̼̺͑͐s̴̤͌͝ ̶̖̿m̵̺͑̄y̵̠̫̚̕ ̷͇̩͆͝b̷̖̈́͠l̶͉̅ẻ̷͔̉s̶̺͉͛͝s̸̟̭͝ḭ̶̋͘n̴̞̻̔g̵̻̯̈́̕." "Your blessing?" "Â̷̭̜̕n̷̮̿̈ ̴͖̒͌a̴͙̔b̴̮͋i̵̠̫̓̊ļ̴̓̎i̸̟̍͋ṭ̶̣͌̅y̵̰̼̍ ̸̞̒͌ī̶̲͚̽s̶̫̼̈́̄ ̶̠̿g̸̯͔̒̆ȉ̸̭͍̾v̶̡̫̊ĕ̸̱͝n̵͇̔ ̵̫͌̊b̵̬̏y̷͖͓̐ ̷͓̀͂c̴̢̱͊͗h̸̰̬́ä̸̗́ň̷̞̱c̸̱͌̚e̵͕̘͑.̵̪͇͊ ̴͓̞͑T̴̠͉̀͗h̴̟̥͊̈́ï̶̮͈s̷͖̎̓ ̶̪̌̀i̸͚͑s̴̞̑͝ ̸͉̰̅a̸̠̋́ ̷͍͚̏͌g̸̛̪̘͝i̷͕̎f̵̝̐ͅt̸͇̦̚ ̸̮̠̈́n̴͇̂o̵͓̲͌͌t̷̩͆ ̷̮̳̑̚m̷̧͈̂á̷̜ṋ̷̈́̔y̸̨̝͒̎ ̷̻͑͘s̶̢͈̅͝ó̸̮͎ũ̴̼̝̑l̸̙̼̑s̴͚͍͗͝ ̸̡́̓a̸̩̬̔r̵̡̲͌e̶̕ͅ ̸̗́̈g̵̨͔͐̈r̵̰̒ă̶͓͠n̸͓̐t̵̢̒͂e̶̘̖͠d̵̪͘.̵̳͔̅͌ ̷̡̪̈́͌I̷͙̝͐t̷̫̹̅͝ ̵̖̓̓s̴̲̠̿͝o̶͔͗̐ ̷͖͒̕h̸̰͐͝á̷͙̜̓p̷̺̈p̸͚̅̕ẻ̸̺̚n̴̖̜̈́̕s̴̞̉ ̵̜̀t̸̜̃͛h̴̡̐a̴̠͑̕t̸̛͎͒ ̸̛͈͝ÿ̵̡͚̾ǭ̶͕́ű̸̱ ̵̨̼͂̌ä̴̺́r̴̗̮̄e̵͔͊̚ ̷̥̄a̶͛͜m̸̖̹͛ơ̷̙̅n̷̛̦g̴͙̚ ̸͉̈m̶̛̼̩̕ỳ̸̲͊ ̴̤̂̋f̴̟͉͊a̴̪͛v̵̗͂ő̸̞͠r̷͛͊͜ị̷̮̔͠t̶̬̉͘e̵̜̪̍̉ ̶̣͆̄ĉ̷̺h̷̫̽̕i̵̻̐l̵̠̹͛͌d̵̤͕̑r̴̞͒e̸̼͒͆n̵̞̿͌." That's nice. The God was giving her a random ability just because he liked her? And- hol' up. '-you are among my favourite children.' Was this god implying.... "Are you my dad?" Wendy blurted. The God seemed to give off a sense of delight. It was the first time Wendy was able to read the creature's body language and probably the last as it unfocused and refocused at an impossible speed. "Á̵̹l̴̙̽l̵̪̰̐̀ ̶̱͉̒̾ṡ̸̲͝o̷̳̹̒̆ü̵̞̕l̵̮͊͆s̵̮̃̐ ̴̟͙͊̐ȧ̵̲̪r̷͎̿̅ͅȩ̶͚̌ ̵̫͒͂c̶̡̏r̶̹̎e̵͇̅̅ą̶͒͗t̷͕͊̑ë̵͍̓d̴̰͓̈́ ̸̣̾b̸͎̈́y̵̛͉̠͊ ̶̮͗ä̶̹́ ̴̾̽ͅg̴̻͐o̵̞̲̐d̶̡̻̆.̸̩̰͑̆ ̵͇̾S̷̖͝ó̸̖͇m̸̭̌e̷̼̐ ̶͚̎̈́m̴̹͕̕̕o̷̲͎̾͌r̶̝̾͗ḛ̵̎́ ̶̯̆t̸̗͌ͅh̴͓̾̿a̸̠̱͋̂n̶͍͎̚ ̶̱̓͛o̷͎̤͒͆t̴̛̲͠h̸̟̃è̶̺̪͋r̸̝̆̽s̶̪͝͝ ̴̳̊̈́ḃ̴̠͈͝ũ̶̺̰t̶̪͚́̀ ̵͉̑y̸̢̝̔̀e̵̫̝͛ș̷͚̈́̈,̷͙͛̆ ̶͈̗̈́y̷̦͐͌o̶͔̊ṷ̷͝ ̵̲͕̊̂a̵͖̖̕r̵̡͛̌ē̷̡ ̷͖̾͘m̷̦̏i̴̟̳̅͆n̴͙̦̎ȇ̴͉͓͆.̷̭̊" Wendy hummed. She didn't have a mortal dad in her life so she wasn't replacing anyone that she could remember. "Can I call you dad then?" She needed a way to differentiate it - him? - from other gods of course. Not to mention calling him 'the god' was getting old. "Y̴̛̩̘̍E̵̹̋Ŝ̵̝̂!" Wendy didn't need to read body language to determine that Dad loved this. "Cool." Wendy and her eldritch father talked for what seemed like moments but very well could have been a millennium. Since time didn't exist in the abyss she had no clear idea of how long she'd been in there. Nonetheless, she took it upon herself to learn more about her father. She asked him questions and did her best to learn the ins and outs of both existence and none existence. He took great pride in explaining things. She didn't understand a lot of it but was content listening. She learned that her dad was relatively young with a little over a million children. It was a minuscule amount compared to other gods (who had enough children to fill entire existences) but he kept track of each one. Some gods would lose their children to other gods because of the lack of connection. She felt so lucky that her dad wasn't like that. "W̴̮͐͆o̷̧̲͂͐ú̵͕̅l̵̪͂d̶͕͌̐ ̴̻͛́ỵ̷̄̊o̶̗͓͋̈́u̴͎̬͒ ̵͓̻̓̿l̸̹̒i̷̭̞͛̄k̷̻̿ͅe̷͓̍ ̷̳͘t̸̫̾o̸͖̕ ̷̮̣͐b̸̫̤̅e̴̺̟̐͌ ̵̥̄̿r̸̞̄e̷̤͆b̵̤̹̈̂ỏ̸̯̖̇r̴̤̭̀̈́n̴̥̑?̵̤͐̀ ̴̻̒I̴͈̔ţ̸̟̏̎'̵̬̫̆s̸͉͗͂͜ ̸̘̮̚b̸͈̻͘ẹ̶̀̆e̸̟͆̅n̷̦̤̊ ̸͕̣̈ȁ̶͉͉͑ ̵̟̓̕l̷̺̫̏̈́o̸̹̕n̴̳̝̈́g̶̝̱̿͑ ̴̖͗̎ț̷͈̅̚i̸͔̞̇m̵̘̫͝e̷̛̟ͅ ̶̭̱̀s̴͎̞̍͒í̴̱n̷̢̩̽̌c̸͈̘̑è̶̢̖͘ ̵͇̈́͠y̴̢͝o̸̭̜̐u̵̱̝͛̑'̷͖͑ṽ̴̡̳ḙ̴̚ ̷̨̅w̴̧̓ǎ̶͙̤l̴̨͒k̴̔̈́ͅȩ̷́d̴̻̀ ̷̙̮̄è̶͚̗x̸͈́í̵̫̑s̷̞͊͐t̷̹͓̂̏e̸͔͋n̵̩̩͋͋c̴̪̞̽̃ë̵͎͜͠ ̸̤́̚á̴̭̪͂n̵̤͛d̵͕͓̒̋ ̸̟̮̉̀ÿ̵̦́o̵̡̔̀ũ̴̺̜'̸̧̤̇r̵̟̾͝ḙ̶͑̐ ̶͙̓s̶̪͖̓û̵̖͈c̴̰͐h̶̡̉ ̴̰̂a̷̬͌ͅ ̶̩͋͋y̶̡̞͒͊o̵͉̩̔͐u̶̼̐͗n̸͉͐̈́g̶̭̐ ̵̫͈̓s̸̬̈́̚͜o̸̳̩̐̇u̴̝͈̾l̵̨̛.̶̝̉͝" Wendy blinked. How long had it been? "Can't I just stay with you forever?" Her dad was easier to read now. She could tell that he cared for her and wanted her to experience more. "Y̴͔̳̅o̴͖̐͛ṳ̵̐͜ ̸̡̄͛c̵͚̀a̵͇̿n̴͚̼͘͝ ̶̯́b̶͚͚̓ů̵̖t̶̲͆ ̵̟̜̅y̶̪̔͠o̴͖͛ͅu̸̘͗ ̷̗̃a̶̪̍̾ȑ̷̦̈́ĕ̶͓ ̸͖͐̇y̷̢͝ǫ̷̺̌u̴͉̖͗͐n̸̨̤̒̍g̸̤̃̈́.̶͍͓̍ ̶̗͝Í̶̲̆͜ ̷̳̫̅w̵͕͍̓ȏ̶̜u̸͚̍͜l̴̟̏͂ḓ̷̃͜ ̴̹̂l̷͓͈̾í̷̫̗k̴͙̥̾͘e̶͆͊͜ ̷̯͍͂̅y̴̛̹̿ó̶̬u̴̲͂ ̴͚̘̆ẗ̵͔́ö̶̼̹́ ̷̈́ͅĺ̸͕̠̀i̷̱̙̋͗v̶̟̥̂ȩ̴̈́ ̷̢̲͒̈́ĩ̴̢̀n̷̞̩͆ ̷̰̑̃e̴̲͓̓x̷͚̦̔i̸̱̖͋ś̶̲̕t̸̩̉e̵̬̘͝n̵͇͘̕c̸̡̫͘ē̸̆ͅ ̸̛̦̄a̵̹̩̾ ̸̩͔̊͛ḇ̵̈͠ì̷̮͘t̸̛̻͎́ ̶̢̌̅l̷̩͓̃o̵͙̐n̶̳̾͜g̸̥̗̎e̵͍͆r̴͕͉͗ ̶̲́b̸͔̓̽e̷̟͈͛f̶̗͙͝o̴͙̣͆r̷̞̔ḛ̶̟͒ ̸̨̈́̓ỵ̶̊ȏ̸̯̭̉ù̷̈́ͅ ̶̳̋ș̸͛t̶͓͙̅a̵͖̜͝y̵̢͆ ̶͖̔w̶̬̐̒ͅi̸͜͝t̶͓͊h̶͎̫̎ ̷͈̬̈́m̴̮̖̃ë̷̤́͝ ̶̛͙͕͊h̴͈̥͌̚è̵̺́r̸̪͋̕e̶̬͕̒.̵͓̭̃" It was an easy request and so Wendy didn't miss a beat before saying yes. Thus the process of transmigration started. "Ẉ̸̧̀ṍ̵̗̞u̴̺͙̕͘l̶͈̕d̸̦̄̿ ̶̝͑̚y̷̯͌ǒ̵̢̿u̸̻̓ ̸̗̏̾ḷ̶̜̉ḯ̶̢̪k̷̥͉̈́ȅ̴͓͈͑ ̴͍̉͂t̴̘̙͗õ̷̰ ̴͍͇̕c̵͓̾h̵͚̳̒ơ̴͕̥͋o̸̹̥̓̌ŝ̶̲ḙ̵̌̽͜ ̶̯̈y̴̳̜͑͋o̵̙̳͆̔u̶̻̕͘r̵̤͗ ̷̲̀v̴̜͎̕e̷͉͂s̷̢͔͛͝s̷͈̕e̶̢̻̕l̴̑͜ ̸̗̾̇o̷̱͐̐ř̷̩ ̴͙͎̄h̸͙͊̅ä̵̠́͗v̴̺͗͘e̵̯̋͜ ̸̭͆m̵̭̍̂ě̶̩͈͗ ̷̖͝͝m̸̞͆á̴̗k̸̲̝͐̐ė̶̢͛ ̵͍̇̚i̵̺͝ẗ̸̪́?̴̳̝̑͆" Wendy let her dad decide the aspect of her new life. What she looked like, her family, where she was going, and where she lived. Everything but her random ability, which of course, was random. Although, dad spoiled it a bit and told her where she was going. "Teen Wolf? The movie or the show...?" Deavan didn't dislike Teen Wolf but it was so..... it was just your everyday teen drama. It wasn't bad but....it just wasn't her favourite. Her father clarified that she'd be going into the show and not the film. 100 thanks for that. Wendy wasn't sure she could stand living in the cringey 80's movie. The show at least had plot. Now that her world was picked out her dad reminded her that she would still get a random ability to aide her. Why random? Wendy didn't question him. Instead she wondered what ability she would get. Eldridge Dad would spin an existence cube and whatever ability it chose would become hers. Even he didn't know what she would get. She hoped she got something not too flashy or impossible to hide if need be. It'd suck if her ability was to turn into a porcupine when everyone else was turning into wolves, foxes, and hybrids. 'I hope I don't get something dumb like fork mimicry.'

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