My 13th birthday was the day after tomorrow but only by a slim margin, I was born, or this body was born at 12:01 am, and as such it would just be celebrated today.
Since I was a resident of an orphanage I wouldn't be getting a clean white frosted cake, but a slice of pie with a shoddy candle in it, or thats what I've had in the past.
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I lazed about my cramped room. I was to spry to go to sleep so no escaping this boredom. My room was rectangular such as the building. It was once an insane asylum so there's something interesting. The only other thing of note is I can force things into the other world, I will come with it, in mind. But only for a few seconds before my body wakes up.
I've tried this on bugs and small animals and it's worked. Even when I do this I can't move everything is frozen.
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I don't wish to buy anything in the shop, there's nothing worth the cost or worth the effort of explaining why I have an orc following me around.
Just as I thought about that I was called to dinner by the head mistress
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It was a quick trip to the pitiful room they called a cafeteria, it had 3 long tables with supporting tables on the largest side by length, it was cramped into a shoddy room with sun faded blue tiles. It was clear they were sun faded due to the enormously wide windows that adorned the eastern side.
On instinct my body guided itself to its normal spot, the 40 or so kids sitting in the cafeteria were plopped all about scattered around until groups no larger than three.
There were no kids sitting anywhere close to me, my past self was a bit of a recluse. Not malicious in most ways but not particularly benevolent.
The head mistress walked into the room from the same entrance Nathan used, holding a slice of cherry pie, a red and white swirled candle illuminated it and the dark-ish room.
One of the lights had gone out... 3 days ago
The matron, was a plump older lady who usually wore typical nun religious habits but whenever she wasn't wearing the robes she wore a tawdry strawberry colored dress with pure white highlights.
Currently all eyes were on
She was currently wearing the former. She strolled over and plopped down the plate and only gave a quick happy birthday.
The eyes went back to minding their own business, as they should. The other childrenn of this orphanage were no better than mongrels, yipping and snapping like the scared mutts they are.
I could not disgrace myself to such a lowly manner. There was a stainless steel fork on the plate, it would be rude and I am anything but rude, to deny eating the pie even if it was unseemly.
I begrudgingly grabbed the fork before taking an even more begrudging action, said action was taking a bite. It was right in all the wrong place and wrong in all the right places
He ate all of the pie anyway and then he ate his standard dinner food, it was slop in a general term, nothing more than mass boiled chicken and a loaf of bread comparable to a kindergarteners' fist, plus a small carton of milk.
After eating my meal I headed back to my room and opened the bottom drawer of the shanty dresser this orphanage has afforded to me.
There was an oblong box with floral and viney patterns, the latch was hanging loose and so I grasped it with my hand and easily opened it, revealing a toothbrush in a velvet holder as well as a smaller box holding something that belonged to this body's mother.
The velvet holder was not intended for a toothbrush but it fit well and this orphanage was quite cheap.
It might've been a smart move for the orphanage to sell it, and the golden ring inside the smaller box for some cash but they weren't immoral, they didn't take the box and its belongings to sell it off and never keep a record of its existence.
I took the toothbrush and headed to the communal bathroom, the bathroom was rectangular the entrance was on a short side.
The sinks were about 1/4th along the length with 6 sinks. Each sink had a holster for soap and tooth paste.
I stood before the closest sink and ran thw toothpaste along my brush, I ran it under some warm water before I started. As I ran the brush along my molars I heard someone enter, looking forward into the mirror I saw a skinny but rather tall boy, a year older than me which he seemed to think made him far superior. My past self in this body was rather tame an easy target despite its conventional bueaty and larger than average height and weight. The reclusive part of the original Nathan also helped to be an amplifier of the bullying.
"Oi, bruv, hows' ya birthday?"
The bully, whose name was Johnathan, said in a rather kind manner though his vonacular was unchanged compared to his normally horrible tone. I could easily tell this was the setup to some prank.
"Shut the fuck up"
Johnathan was a little taken back to my authorativatve tone but he continued forward, his tone was angry now "well now its about to get a whole lot worse."
I nearly laughed out loud at his ironically funny words but I was dragged away as he charged at me with violent intent.
I did a quick shimmy to the right side and jutted out my left leg. He half tripped on it slamming his stomach into the ceramic countertop.
He dry heaved once, with my toothbrush still in my mouth I grabbed his neck with both hands and focused.
The scene changed from dingy bathroom to ancient fortress.
As John looked up all he saw was a humanoid cloud of pure black that was me. It was fear inducing, so much so that his flight or fight instincts kicked in and he chose flight.
His 'flight' was a pitiful uncalculated roll over the rough floor of Dol-Guldor, he was stopped by the base of a broken pillar.
I could smell something new, smelled like iron.
John's right leg had been cut and blood poured out.
I found the suspect.
My voice rolled over the area like a Shockwave. "Don't worry, I'll make your pain go away"
There was a shrill scream as I reached out the miasma that was my hands. Despite them lacking a physical form they could still interact with the physical world as if they weren't the illusion they are.