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The never ending cycle continues but something new happens and the lonely child can't tell if its good or not. notes below story

He woke up...again.

His Soul screamed in anguish when he realised that the last attempt was an utter failure, discovering the hard way that even having his Code shredded to the very last number did nothing. He had been sure that the insane Destroyer would be useful but it seems it only forced him into yet another cycle.

He tried not to breakdown at another failure and instead pushed it all down and tried to figure out who his latest donors were in this cycle.

He refused to think of them as parents, too bitter to ever think that such a thing would ever exist for him anymore, knowing he was too broken to be loved in that way.

The first realisation that something was different was how odd it felt to move and the way his mind felt oddly clear, despite being a newborn. He let out a high pitched squeak when boney hands abruptly scooped him up, his limbs? moving in response and a tad shocked when he saw purple tentacles wrap around the hand.

What was happening?!

"Huh, you are a lively one. Did using a Guardian as a host perhaps give you a bit more emotions, little dude?"

He stiffened as he was brought to eye level with some very familiar glasses that showed question marks that quickly switched to the word 'RAD'. He had seen a few of these types of monsters in his past lives, the realisation that he was now a Parasite almost made him feel like his existence was just a massive joke to some high up Deity.

"It will be interesting to see how you take on a host. Maybe you will actually survive the process unlike your siblings. They were super unrad and it would be disappointing if you followed their path...although, would it even be worth it? The host i found is so healthy and you look so weak, even your colour is off. Maybe i should just dust you and start from scratch"

HIs body instincts acted up and he let out loud squeaks and clicks in response that he didn't fully understand but it thankfully made Fresh loosen his tight hold on him. He didnt have a moment to be relieved that this wasnt going to be his shortest cycle yet, before he suddenly experienced the most unpleasant squeezing sensation.

He had thought he knew pain before but this was somehow a new secret level that he had the 'luck' to unlock, shuddering when he felt the magic from his other lives be turned on like a switch, his alarm growing when he suddenly felt...

EvErYtHinG aLl At OnCe

He felt the Soul in the body he was placed in scream in pain, the life quickly muted as his new instincts took over and made it his own, forcibly shifting his host's Code to suit his needs and not stopping it until it would give him the best chance of survival. He was too overwhelmed to stop his new instincts that demanded he survive, forced to feel every excruciating second as the emotions of the body were snuffed out like a dying flame.

"Seems you're not a total failure. Maybe i will try this combination for my new offspring in the future. Good luck, little parasite. Make sure to stay out of my way"

Those last words from his 'sire' rang in his mind before darkness finally claimed him..

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The still nameless Soul woke up and stiffly sat up, startled to realise that he had actual hands now and shuddering when he realised what just happened to him. He could feel his 'real body' inside his skull and quickly decided he didn't want to stay in this multiverse any longer.

He shakily stood up and went through the usual mental checklist to see what he was working with, nodding when he felt everything was dine. He almost scared to fully look at his appearance though but with a sudden burst of bravery he created a full length mirror before reluctantly opening his eyes.

....he didnt look as bad as he thought he would, although he was shorter than he expected when he was sure he had been put in an...adult 'host'. The bones had twisted and turned in unnatural ways, creating the body size his Soul was most used to.

He stared at the Soul floating almost innocently in his left socket, instinctively knowing it used to belong to this body, while his other socket housed a bright purple one. He might need to do some research on Fresh types, unsure what was normal for this kind.

He scanned his appearance before vanishing the floating mirror, grimacing when he felt an itchy feeling on his back and was about to check when he sensed someone was coming a useful 'gift' from one of his cycles, even if he was alarmed how quickly his old magic types had integrated into his new body quickly creating a portal and jumping through, just wanting to get away.

Being near others only hurt and he refused to stop his search in finding a way to end this cycle, just wanting to rest once and for all.

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OC: *Wakes up after another failed attempt to die and thrust into a new insane situation*....am i being punished?

Fresh: *Intrigued how one of his offspring survived before immediately throwing the OC at a host body and leaving* I am such a rad parent!