Tentacles are the meta

Death is the only thing assured in life, I don't remember who said that quote, but it can't be helped, at this point, there is only a handful of things in my memory. 

Let's recount my last memories, I finally got a job, after a year of being unemployed due to my lack of experience, but hey, I just recently graduated from college, it's normal that I don't have experience, but well, who cares? The companies are not, that's for sure, but if all companies reject me for my lack of experience, how the hell I'm gonna get a job?..... the vicious cycle begins.

After a professor at my college took pity on me, he recommended me to a friend who had his own company, the benefits of being the best student in his class, his classes were interesting, he was a funny guy, what was his name again? Carlos, Arnold, Orlando?... I don't remember.

Forget, the thing is that a week later I got interviewed and got the job, with fewer questions than a teenager answering text from their parents... nepotism, but hey, if it works in your favor it doesn't matter. 

How did I die? I am not sure, I only remember that it was one block outside the offices where I was interviewed, I was walking with a silly smile on my face, imagining my great future, one where I would have lots of money, women, and could play games with a computer that runs the games with more than 30 fps, and then someone screamed something along the lines "take me, not that bastard Truck-kun", and I died, so, I guess I was hit by a truck. 

Alas, it seems that the internet had fucked the brains of many people, who the fuck in his right mind thinks that being run over by a truck is equal to being reincarnated in a magical world where you will stop being a loser? fucking otakus, something like Truck-kun does not exist, after all, if that were the case I wouldn't be here for so long...

Where is here do you ask me? Well, I would tell you if I knew, I can't see a shit... there is nothing, only darkness, surprisingly though, I can smell something sweet everywhere, and sometimes I hear a song composed of drums, that song is alarmingly soothing, it was what prevented me from going crazy at the beginning, that and the fact that this place is cozy, it made the issue of my death pretty easy to accept, I mean, I prefer this than eternal suffering in hell or some shit like that.

What about the fact that I'm losing my memories? Does it matter? I am dead, What use do I have for my memories other than feeling bad about the fact that I am dead?

So, I guess I will soon cease to exist, sigh, That's the thing about being born, you are destined to..... 'what the hell was that? An earthquake in the afterl'... then suddenly a pain like I never felt before hits me 'AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH NOT IN THE HEAD SON OF A BIIIIIIIIITCH'... after a while the pain that It felt like carrying an entire stone sky on your chest, a weight that slowly crushes you, until your soul shatters under its own shadow stopped, a light pierced through the infinite darkness.

'Goodness gracious, is this a canon event that everyone experiments when they are gonna disappear? I don't even wish that to my worst enemy, wait' I stopped sobbing and my thought process halted when I noticed a giant woman looking intensely at me.

'This scene looks weirdly familiar... where have I seen this?... oooooh right, is the same shit every novel with a reincarnation tag begins with, fucking cliche... NO WAY, I was just born?' Then I look at the woman trying to glimpse something from her expression, but nothing, in particular, comes to my mind, 'yeah, her face looks like it can be saying I love you son or disgusting piece of shit, it looks the same to me, well, you can't blame, I asked my bully to be my girlfriend because I thought it was her way of getting my attention. I have never been the sharpest when it comes to understanding people'. While I continue this train of thought other women come into my sight, they begin to talk, 'That sounds like English, fuck, I only know the verb to be', then paying more attention to their appearances I notice that the woman that had me in her hands looks disheveled, sweaty and is wearing a gown typical of patients, and the other looks like a doctor with her medical coat 'yep, this woman is my mother, and I was just born, it seems that the otakus were right all along, the trucks are the key to reincarnation, I wonder if this is a magical world if that were the case I should make a shrine to worship Truck-kun'.

Meanwhile with the mother "Do you see?" She says in a soft voice, almost whispering, as she caresses his little head. "You have a look... so deep. As if you already know who I am".

The female doctor adjusting her gloves and observing the scene from the side, smiles warmly.

"It's impressive, isn't it?" She says. "Sometimes they seem so... wise, as if they come with secrets from another world".

The mother smiles, somewhere between amazed and excited.

"I feel the same way. It's like he's looking at me and... he already knows me". she says as the baby holds her gaze, unblinking.

The female doctor nods and leans toward them, watching the baby's curious eyes.

"They say that when they look like that it's because they're remembering something important. Maybe he's telling you his story, even if we can't understand it" she says with a small laugh.

The mother smiles and gently kisses her son's forehead.

"Well, little boy, we'll have a lifetime to understand each other".