TWD: The protean (The walking dead)

(A/N: This will be my first try writing anything that isn't for school. So be patient, or not I don't care, and keep in mind that, if this is even published, it will probably end up dropped.

I did not read or watch anything related to "The Walking Dead" apart from Fanfics.

Anyway, I think that's it for now, enjoy.)

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That's strange, I died. It wasn't even an impressive, nor meaningful death. I didn't try to save some random overgrown germs(children), an elderly or even an animal.

I died because of an aneurysm. It was caused by the fact that my blood pressure rose too fast too high, because I got too angry at another author, on my favorite online reading app, that let Ai do his work for him, and worst of all. It was still shit.

My anger didn't completely stem for their use of Ai, but from their laziness at the fact that they don't even try to correct it or try to write their story themselves.

Anyhow, it doesn't matter now, because I'm dead and the only thing I can see is this sickening amount of purple. Almost as if it is endless.

The feeling of stillness I get from this place is disturbing to say the least. It's like, what I imagine, what it would feel like to have an out of body experience. It's like time and movement work only on my thoughts.

At first, I found the purple weird since I was expecting the generic black limitless void, like in those novels that always took too much of my daily time. 

But now, even if I became used to it, it became irritating to look at all day. Another thing that is different is that I have absolutely no idea of the time that has passed, or even if the time still works the same or not.

Anyway, I hope I can reincarnate into another world, and if I can, I hope it isn't too dangerous, but interesting. Like the world of The Walking Dead. Even if that world is still plenty dangerous, for obvious reasons, it still seems like an entertaining world to get a second chance in.

Then, as if something or someone is reacting to my thoughts, some type of mystical power manifested as a myriad of mystifying colors.

As those colors intruded into the purple nothingness, they coalesced into something resembling a portal of some sort, but in front of that portal, there were... letters.

The strange letters formed a sentence that said. 

[Bravo! You've caught my attention, which means that you're now in charge of relieving my boredom. So, I decided to reincarnate you into this... Walking Dead world. Of course, you'll be receiving some boons to make it more interesting. But beware! for there might be some rather... unhelpful surprises. Enjoy!!!]

After reading it, the letters disapeared and I was sucked into the portal that was ever expending. When it sucked me in, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. On the contrary, it was an extremely smooth and painless ride. There wasn't any nausea, no getting the feeling that I'm getting ripped apart only to be put back together afterwards either.

The only negative sensation that I felt was the same type of feelings that men get when they go downhill too fast, and it feels like your balls travelled up into your throat. Yeah, it isn't pleasant at all, especially if it's a constant feeling.

What's more, the ride is getting long. Isn't it supposed to end in an instant, like in those novels, without the Mc being able to form coherent thoughts or observe their situation.

Well, even if the ride is getting long, I've, at leat, got an amazing scenery to distract myself. It's like I'm in a weird tube like ultra fast vehicle, and because of the speed there's never the same thing to look at outside the seemingly protective transparent layer around me. Which means that the scenery is ever changing.

Boredom, the bane of humanity. If we're bored enough, we could even start a war to relieve it. And let me tell you that I'm bored as hell. Even with the scenery that puts anything we could see on Earth look like dogshit.

After I was starting to feeling like everything was not worth reacting to, and couldn't be impressed by the views anymore. I started to see something that looked like the exit of the tunnel.

The closer it got, the more nervous I became. I know those weird letters said I would be transmigrated to The Walking Dead world with boons, but I don't completely trust it. Who knows what type of powerfull being could do something like that. And the boons could be something like it makes it so I don't have to take a shit anymore, or other equally useless boons like that.

When I was, finally, going to go through the portal, I said one last prayer to whoever gave me this chance to give me usefull boons. After that, everything went dark, and I lost consciousness.

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~In a pocket dimension in an unknown universe~

There was an incomprehensibly immense being seated upond an equally big throne pondering an orb. On that orb, there was the live feed of a certain lost soul.

Upon watching the souls amusing reactions, the being thought :

'What an interesting fellow, I wonder what his reactions would be if I transmigrate him.'

After finishing that line of thought, the being heard the strange souls thoughts about reincarnation and the TWD universe, and a smile appeared on his otherwise blank head.

'Interesting, reincarnation into a world that, for him, was pure fiction would make for some good entertainment. But the world would get boring after the dead becomes less dangerous. Hmm I have a brilliant idea, let's put it in action for that world.'

After getting those ideas, the being waved his hand, and created a personalized TWD universe that is only for the soul. Then, he created a portal to take the soul to the universe.

'I hope that you bring me even more entertainment, and if you do a good job, little mortal man, I might consider rewarding you.'

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(A/N: 1,046 words.

There you go folks, the introduction to the mc and the story.

And don't worry about the ROB he won't act anymore than he already did in the story apart if I decide to give the Mc "rewards".)