Prologue

"Daddy, are you going out?" my daughter asked as I was walking down the stairs. She was a cute little minchkin, biracial considering I'm Caucasian and her mother is an African American. The shocking thing though was that she is not my daughter. Well, biologically she is my daughter but I'm not speaking about biology facts here.

Her father died like a rat, bleeding out in the bathtub after getting jumped and stabbed multiple times by three muggers. He had made it home, barely, said goodbye to his daughter who was too sleepy and already in bed to notice the blood and then he bled out in the bathtub, afraid of leaving a mess for his wife in the matrimonia bed.

He did die but I was there just in time. In short, I transmigrated into this world! Oh, I'm not even done yet. Along with my transmigrassion, I received a power called Fictional Mimicry in which I could get all the abilities of any fictional character I wanted to. I had thought it was not real and for a test chose Toji Fushiguro and to my surprise, I received the man's abilities from his Heavenly Restriction to his crazy combat abilities! However, the power went into a cool down which was the only thing I regretted for I could have chosen Superman and boom, I was a planet benching super being. I spent the rest of the night cleaning up my blood from the floor, thanking God my supposed wife would only be back later due to a double shift as a nurse.

"Yeah, I'm heading out for...milk," I answered the little girl. It felt weird knowing she is my daughter and at the same time, she wasn't.

"Daddy, you're silly, there are two bottles of milknin the fridge," she said, amused, before walking away. She sat on a couch and continued watching her cartoons. I walked to the kitchen, soaking in everything for the first time. The man worked as a cop fresh out of the academy and this would be his second week on the job.

"C'mon Tracy's mom will be here any minute " I called out to her.

"Aaww, I wanted to finish this episode," she cried in disappointment as she reluctantly got up, glancing at the television longingly.

"C'mon young lady, you're going to be late," I called out for her with urgency. She sighed before shutting the device and walked up to me.

"Are you going to work today?" she asked curiously while I was relying on muscle memory to make her a carry on breakfast. What I got were Andrew's core memories which didn't include shit like this!

"Yes, daddy has to catch bad guys," I answered almost robotically. I was a twenty seven years old virgin combined with Toji's lack of a single parenthood bones, I was clutching at straws here trying to stay calm as she fired question after question, mostly irrelevant to the other questions! I was relieved when I head the door bell ringing.

"That must be her," I said in relief, quickly and almost using my superhuman speed, packed the breakfast into a lunchbox, pushed it into her arms and then almost carried her to the front door, almost ripped the door off its hinges while opening it and gave the girl to a brunette milf, closing the door before she even greeted me. I was relieved like I just stepped off a landmine as thought of going for that long milk run jogged in my brain. I mean, technically I was not her father. He died very horribly and in pain in the bathtub. I am just someone who is taking his body out on a spin.

"I need to pull myself together," I said to myself as I went and sat on a couch. I noticed it was the previous me's favorite couch which I gave a long sigh at how his thoughts were affecting me. Thoughts of leaving this life and start a new one were prevelent but there was one echo that seemed to dictate how I should live. I needed to pull myself together before the wife returns and realizes something is wrong with the love of her life.

TTRRRIIING

I looked at the direction the house's phone was ringing from with a small frown. I got up from the couch, walked over and saw the caller's ID saved as 'Station'. In short, it was work calling. Hesitantly, I picked it and almost immediately, my ears were assaulted by a gritty voice belonging to a female middle aged woman.

"This is Sergeant Sarah McKinney, am I speaking to officer Wilson Gundhy?" she asked with an air of authority.

"Yes," I answered, knowing what would come next.

"Do you know you missed roll call today, rook?" she asked with shrill.

"Yeah, about that, I don't think I'm going to be coming to work for the foreseeable future," I said with no hesitation. No way I, with Toji Fushiguro's abikities as a trained killer, would blend into the station without some being suspicious. I'ld much rather just quit than go through with the headache later one. Before she could answer, I hang up and went to my couch, no bothering to pick anymore calls.

.....

Time passes fast when you are jn deep thought and I am drowning in them. The more I thought, the more I realized just how fucked in the ass I was. First, I now had a family to look after. Leaving them would be cruel and I had decided to continue being the breadwinner of the family even though they weren't mine. The fact that the offer came with a baddie was probably the de iding factor. Sigh, men, we truly are simple creatures. But with this decision came a whole can of worms. Mostly was about my income.

Wilson had always wanted to be a cop and his entire life, that's what he has been dedicating to do. Frlm keeping fight, eating healthy, refusing to partake any drugs, be nade sjre bis body was a temple in service to being a cop. He got into the academy, breezing through tests and training the top of his class till he became a cop. In a way, I was jealous. All my life, I was never such dedicated, it felt foreign seeing someone so focused. Toji is another beast that I don't want to even cover on at the moment.

While still in deep thought, I heard a car park at the driveway. I perked up as I knew who it was. I waited slightly impatiently till she opened the front door and I saw her for the first time with my own eyes. A 5'8 African American woman with natural curly hair, green eyes, two features that showed she was a mixed breed. Her nurse garbs just showed how curvy she was, which he will admit it was his lust speaking. All in all, she was beautiful.

"Babe?" she called out in surprise seeing him at home a three in the afternoon. "What're you doing here?" She walked to him.

"I..uh...quit," I answered. I don't even know why I was nervous but I was. She was shell shocked as she probably flashbacked to bow many times Wilson stubbornly refused to let go of his dream of being a cop. She sat next to me as she took my hands into here. The were soft and warm, smelling like slight washing soap and disinfectant.

"Did something happen?" she asked with worry.

'Yes your husband died and I got transmigrated in his body,' I thought sarcastically but kept quiet overall. She looked hurt by my silence which I didn't understand. Why was she upset I kept quiet? My problems are my own and none of hers to worry about.

"What... What're you going to do now?" she asked, softly.

"I'm figuring that out," I answered truthfully. She nodded before kissing my hands tenderly and reassuringly.

"I'm going to be here every step of the way I promise you," she reassuringly said, a small smile tagging her lips. Just then, I felt the power Fictional Mimicry come back online.