Sweet Mama

"..up"

A soft whisper barely registered in my mind. It was somewhat sweet... felt a little anxious, too. But all was lost when my ears perked open for the loud scream that shook the base of my very soul— If I am allowed to say oh so overdramatically.

"WAKE THE HELL UP ALREADY!"

"I'm up, I'm up!"

From the commanding tone of the voice, it was easy to understand that the owner of such a rude... eh... I somehow know the owner of the voice and as a wave of sadness passed through my body, the commanding tone was right in its place for the owner of the voice also happened to own my existence.

My mother.

Surrounded by modern medical equipments that kept beeping like crazy, my eyes found themselves naturally attracted to the ash-grey woman with two long horns parting the locks of her deep black hair while her piercing blue eyes observed me. A shiver reaches through the back of my spine as...

I collapse once again due to the head rush of sitting up so suddenly.

"See? He always answers my call. He is my little darling, after all."

My mother, Leticia, smiled, at least, her tone suggested that she wasn't hiding her own fears and anxiousness behind that dubious mask of rage and fury.

I know this how?

Didn't you hear the woman say it already? I'm her little darling...

My ears start to block all the irrelevant words once again as I feel a certain part of myself... merging with another part of myself. CRAZY! Right? It should be crazy! From losing a family to a damn drunkard and then gaining a new one due to...

I feel bad, a little too much for the bad karma described by... wait... what was his name again? Michael?

Jackson?

No...

Hell!

I can't remember him! I know he was there! I swear on it... Sun of a gun! That guy made me forget about himself.

Anyway, I, now officially known as— Lamork, no last name— under the law of Horned Sapiens of the Ash Deer Planet, am faced with a strange situation of crossing worlds. I could have made a metaphor about crossing borders and smuggle things and whatnot in my previous world... but I don't know how it takes place and simply cannot compare it to how Michael smuggled me into this world.

Once again, CRAZY, right?

Anyway...

"Maa?"

A whisper extended into a soft groan as I grip on the pillow harshly and tried to push myself up while Leticia looked towards me after my call while interrupting the anxious doctor... who was also similar in looks. As gray skin, slightly coiled horns and light blue eyes with a medium build.

And dare I say, we Horned Sapiens look good in a lab coat.

"Yeah, baby? Rest a little more. Meanwhile, I'll tear this entire place down for lying about your situation, alright?"

"Huh?"

I now recall the fact that my mother happened to have bulldozed through the city council to become the first female mayor of the city... wait, that is not the issue—

"Ma'am! Please, don't! Here, look at the reports. It is clearly stated in Mister Lamork's medical reports that he went through a heart attack."

"Doctor."

Alright, is it only me that the tone of my own mother— yeah, I'll call her mother, she is cool— just made a shiver run down my spine? Oh, no, the doctor feels it too, it's fine then.

"You are in a profession that saves lives. To us... uneducated extensively, yours is a work nothing short of demanding respect and praise only reserved for the Summoners and the Phantom Deer.

But."

Oh yeah, the room is a bit colder, too.

"Curse my son again... I dare you...

I'll show you that I happen to be a similar existence that demands the same awe and fear."

Yeah, mom! Let him hear! Cursing me again after I have already died once! The Galls!

"No, Ma'am, I didn't mean to—"

"Good!"

Leticia smiled and the room turned warm. Quite a strange concept. But so was the fact that people here had short, lateral, furry ears, a pair of dark horns extending out from the top of their forehead and sported ash-grey skin.

"Now, leave us alone, Doctor. And, be sure to send the Director to meet me."

The doctor nodded and ran! Yeah, run away, coward—

"Lamork."

Mom turned towards me... uh oh... the look on her face isn't—

"Ah~ my cutie! I am so relieved that you are safe!!!"

The woman who might be the dream of many cosplay lovers... that also happened to include me in the list, wrapped her hands around me and brought me into her flower-scented bosom while scratching the base of my own furry ears.

Boy... it felt good... I-I mean the ears. My mother is a good scratcher, another fact that slowly resurfaces within my mind as my arms are not even long enough to do the same. Not that I would do that! I-I mean...

Whatever, give me some time alone and let my mother dote on me... I'm feeling sad after all~