What...the...hell? What’s with my everything? I can’t feel. Am I Dreaming? Am I dead? No. Eris isn’t here. And I’ve died enough times to know when I am dead. So what is this?

Hang on...Is that me? What’s with that grin? Oh my God, is that what I look like when I smile?! Suddenly the rumors make sense. But aside from that creepy ass smile, I'm also noticing that he's holding me in…some sort of jar. What the hell is going on?

“Oh, hello, there,” I hear…myself say, “Glad to see you're finally awake. You had me thinking you were dead. My god, you're a heavy sleeper.”

“Um…alright. And who are you? Are you someone I wronged in a past life or something and you want revenge? Cause listen, buddy, becoming me is the biggest disservice to that ploy that you could possibly do.”

“Hm. I expected more of a surprised reaction. Whatever. It doesn't matter who I am. All you need to know is I'm gonna take what's rightfully mine.”

“...Did you not hear me when I said my life's the biggest disservice to any means of revenge? Seriously, dude. You'd have better luck with revenge if you'd just killed yourself again.”

“My god, man. Straighten yourself out.”

If only you knew how futile that statement was.

“Anyway, just know that I've discovered a spell that allows me to inhabit the body of the most blessed individual in terms of girls in his arsenal.”

Ah, shit. Don't tell me my body's been hijacked by some douche who just wants to get his dick wet…CAUSE THAT SCHTICK'S ALREADY BEEN CLAIMED WITHIN THAT VESSEL, PAL!!!

“Really? You're that starved from a female's touch that you had to resort to swapping bodies with some random guy? Are you really that pathetic?”

“You do know that with mind switching comes holding the memories of the previous steerer for continuity sake, right? I would've thought that would be pretty implied.”

“Look, man, I don't know where you got that spell from, but you definitely got stiffed. Of all the ways to describe my party when it comes to these girls, ‘blessed’ doesn't even crack the 1000 mark.”

“Wow, you really like lying, don't you? If you're lying this much to me, I'd hate to see how much you lie to yourself.”

I don't like to think about that. He has no business treating my …