Chapter 1: Why am I a lizard?

Chapter 1: Why am I a lizard?

Huh?! W-Wait, urk, what just happened just now?This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.

That dream The pain, the cold, the darkness. Why would I have such a nightmare? Did I watch one or two too many of those horror flicks yesterday? Did I even watch them at all? I cant remember Actually, now that I think about it, was I sleeping in the first place?

Argh, whatever. Lets go to the kitchen and get a muffin or something sweet. I need to reset my mental after that shit

Why is everything still dark?

I blinked, or at least, I thought I was blinking. I felt my eyelids opening and closing but due to how dark everything was, I was starting to question myself. It felt like deja vu, as if I was still having that nightmare. So I blinked harder, so hard that I irritated my eyes. Despite all my best efforts, there was still no light. How could it be completely dark?!

My phone!

If I was just asleep, then my phone had to be somewhere close by. I probably fell asleep listening to music and dropped my earbuds, but if I could just find my mobile, Ill be able to turn some light on. I just have to move my arms or legs around.

Stretching my arms around, my muscles began to complain of being stiff. Still, what worried me the most was how there was resistance when I tried to move them. Something liquidy was there. It slowed me down like walking underwater.

Once I raised my arms a bit more, the feeling of that warm liquid was replaced by a sense of freedom. When I tried to touch my hands, I felt something sticky and smooth on them and as I tried to smell it, my head just flinched back from how weird it smelled.

Please, dont tell me that I had an accident in bed. That nightmare was scary enough, but it shouldnt have made me wet myself, right?! I-It was just cleaned! The bed sheets smelled so good!

My arms reflexively slammed my bed in frustration, only for some mysterious fluid to splash into my mouth. My gack effect activated for a second, but for some weird, insane reason, it actually tasted pretty good!

Is this sticky liquid maybe yogurt?

That thought calmed me down. Maybe I spilled some yogurt when I fell asleep, but even if that were the case, Mama probably will scold me since we just had the bed sheets cleaned. And my muscle soreness probably came from my dance training, and I laid on my arms when night came. Yeah, that seemed the most plausible!

I am under my bed sheets, definitely. I just have to pull them what are my nails scratching?

I felt my nails touching something hard. From the sound of it, it felt like scratching eggshells. I became curious at what it was so I placed some strength into my hands, but it wouldnt budge at all.

As my curiosity took over, my mind focused entirely on that hard surface, ignoring the other weird things happening around me. It was then that I felt something inside my chest moving through my arms into my hands. Something inside me, like a gut feeling, told me to continue scratching with this energy.

What is this feeling? It feels so weird but also nat Oops!

Preoccupied by that feeling, a cracking sound echoed inside my room. I couldnt exactly see what was going on, but from the feeling around one of my fingers, I presume I had pierced through the wall, making a hole.

O-Oh no, s-scheie!

As I slowly took my finger out from the, the continued cracking sounds told me I had to start accepting my fate that Papa will 100% scold me for breaking the wall somehow, with my meager amounts of arm muscles. Oh man, waking up from a nightmare was already mentally taxing but now I would have to listen to a demoralizing lecture? Woe to me.

As I was silently hoping that Papa wouldnt be too harsh to me when I explained my situation to him, my eyes noticed that the wall I pierced was colored white Which didnt make sense as I had my room colored blue.

Wait, hold on, color?!

Looking down, my eyes registered light coming out of the hole my fingers were just in a second ago. As I reached out my hand in bewilderment, I began to hear popping and squishy sounds coming from below me.

What I saw down there was the reason why I felt it so hard to move around. I was swimming around in a viscous, slimy, translucent fluid warm to the touch. It looked far too similar to snot. It was absolutely revolution, and I was inside it for some effing reason!

Why am I Guff! Gack! Gack! Yuck!!! Ahhhh, why does this actually taste good, what the fuck?!

More of the liquid splashed into my mouth when I tried to escape this slimy hell, motivating me through disgust to widen that hole. I banged my body against the wall, but noticed nothing happening. The pain from ramming myself against it helped me calm myself down a bit, where I remembered how I managed to pierce a hole in the first place.

I need a mirror.

I jumped up. Every step I took felt awkward with these weird lizard feet, but I wasnt slipping and tripping around anymore as I took it slow. It was progress, but progress I wished I hadnt learned.

I looked at my surroundings, ignoring the absurdity of everything just to find something that could reflect stuff. When I found a small puddle in the middle of this grassy place, I ran over there, trying my best to coordinate four legs.

Oh right, have I mentioned I had four legs instead of two? Yeah, that warranted a mention but I was screaming around so much that I found it unnecessary to repeat everything again. But in the depths of my soul I was screaming. I was screaming nonstop for all of this to end.

Once there, I placed my head over the puddle of water, telling myself to be brave and just open my eyes. I reassured myself that it was all a dream and that this was probably just some cosplay or the sudden progression of VR, to the point everything felt real.

Okay, lets get it over with Why am I a lizard?

The image was unclear, but I could see a lizards face covered in black scales on it. There was no hair or outer ear, but I could see tiny knife-like teeth as I held my mouth agape from surprise. Yup, the hope I built up was once again destroyed.

Kriiiiiiiah!

Oh, just woooonderful. My panicked cries of absolute panic sounded exactly like the ones I heard lizards make during those animal documentaries. I could imagine it now lizard wakes up to find out shes a lizard and lets out a pathetic cry. Ferocious. Brilliant title.

The chance of this being a dream was now 100%, right? Cause if it werent, then this means this wasnt a dream, but reality. I wasnt enjoying a peaceful sleep on my soft bed. This wasnt a dream. This also couldnt be VR and with those options thrown out the window, the last one I had was

Did I die?

NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Stupid! Stupid thoughts!

Why the hell was that even a thought?! it was insane, if you ask me! A sane person should not assume that she just died when something weird happens! Thats just crazy, without any evidence.

But, what if it was the truth?

I do enjoy reading fiction, and some of those novels had portal fantasy or reincarnation into a new world as a theme. You die on Earth and are then reborn into an entirely new world, where you inherit your memories from your past life.

Dying and then being transferred into another world was absurd, since it couldnt be real. Its fiction for a reason. However, if I looked at it through that perspective, it would rationalize all the crazy stuff around me. The fact that Im a newborn lizard with all this information on reincarnation novels was kinda proof to this very idea.

But, then, how did I die? I couldnt recall anything. My mind felt hazy, as if I was missing something. If the thought of reincarnation should be put into consideration, then what about some mad scientist kidnapping me and turning me into a lizard from one of their experiments? It was equally crazy, but at least not morbid.

Ha ha ha ha, ahhhhhhhhh! I screamed internally this time just so I could avoid hearing that lizard-like scream again.

Either way, I needed to distract myself by doing something. Anything. I felt light-minded the more I thought about this, so I decided it was better to not build up even more stress by staying optimistic.

I did not die.

I had to stay composed. Whether this was a dream or not, the situation was dire. I had no phone, my parents werent around nor my nanny, and I was immensely confused. I needed to assess my situation. Negativity will just cloud my judgment.

That's when I heard something approaching from behind.

I turned around, noticing two individuals. Compared to the trees, they were around the size of small children but fully covered in fur. They were wearing nothing but a loincloth and had a thick tree branch in their hands. They eyed me and began to drool.

Grouu!

I should probably run now.