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Dude I have a confession, I am TERRIFIED of Leman Russ, every time I look at him I just picture him running at me on all fours, he looks so overstimulating to be around too, like he’d be jumpin on walls n shits just no, I don’t need that in my lifeðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
Author: An irrational fear story that randomly came up in my head so I hope you enjoy it anyway lmao. If you want to see more stories check out my Masterlist.
Y/N's POV
After going through another grueling day of management duties, I was looking forward to a nice rest in my room, managing 24 chaotic girls is a nightmare and I wonder what the company was thinking hiring only one manager for a large group.
Whatever... At least the paychecks are paying off my debts from law school, I wanted to be a lawyer at first but nobody wanted to hire me and I was in thousands of dollars in debt.
Luckily this company was kind enough to hire me and although being their manager didn't pay as much as lawyers, it was enough to pay off the debts.
"Baby~!" I heard a voice called and I turn around before being embraced by Sohyun.
"Oh, hey, Noona... Did you need something?" I asked tiredly.
"Do you mind if we cuddle? Besides tomorrow is your birthday," She asked and I nodded.
"Sure..." I agreed.
Sohyun walked with me into my room, my bed was big enough for the two of us, but what I'm gonna hate tomorrow is that it's the 29th of February.
Why? Because it's leap year meaning the 29th of February is only a day in the calendar once every four years and I'm twenty years old.
Welp, I guess I better prepare myself for the never-ending teasing from the girls.
"Goodnight my little baby~," Sohyun said and lightly pinched my cheeks.
"Noona~! You know I'm sensitive about that!" I complained and she giggled.
"Hey, we know you're an adult, we just like to have fun. It's not a bad thing is it? And besides who wouldn't want to be a kid again? Life was so much simpler back then," She pointed out and I sighed seeing she had a point.
"Yeah... Perhaps I could somehow transform back into a kid, since I'm apparently only five years old… I replied, and she chuckled.
"Right okay, my little baby~," Sohyun teased, and I sighed.
I was too tired to argue and just wanted to sleep. Sohyun was kind enough to let me use her chest as a pillow, which is much more comfortable than my pillow if you catch my drift.
Even though my manager job is hard, it's worth it because I get to be close to Sohyun and the others, even though they are chaotic as hell. But I sometimes wish I could go back to my childhood days... Wouldn't that be something?
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Next Morning...
Waking up bright and early as usual, I yawned but as my vision cleared up, I was suprised to see I wasn't laying on Sohyun even though she normally stays with me the whole morning.
"Hmm... Guess she needed to get dressed... But we don't have any schedule today, do we...?" I tried to recall.
Suddenly the door swung open, Mayu and Xinyu walked inside, Mayu was holding a tray of breakfast foods and Xinyu walked in with a camera.
"Happy Birthday baby boy~!" They both cheered and I chuckled.
"Oh... Thank you, girls, I didn't expect-" I was about to say but was cut off.
"Girls? What are you talking about baby? I'm your mom and this is your aunt Xinyu~!" Mayu corrected and I raised an eyebrow.
"W-What...?"
"Aww~. I guess the baby forgot today was his fifth birthday!" Xinyu said and my eyes widened.
Wait...? Did she just say my fifth birthday...? Do they really think I'm five years old? This has to be some sort of joke right?
"Uhm... I'm not sure if this is a prank, Noona, but I'm not five... I'm turning twenty-one," I tried to correct and they shook their heads.
"Nu-uh, you are five years old. It seems you still need to work on numbers, but I'm confident your kindergarten teacher can help with that~," Mayu replied, and I was starting to grow more confused and begin to panic a bit.
Looking around for my phone, I realized there was no phone around on my night stand but some iPad, I grabbed it using the screen as a mirror and my eyes widened as I saw I was a little boy.
"W-What the hell...? How could this have happen..?"
"Yah~! We don't use that language here, mister... Unless you want your birthday party cancelled," Mayu warned.
"What birthday party?! There was never one planned!" I swore and they looked at each other before looking at me like I was a crazy person.
"Okay baby, will just leave you here... But don't take too long now because you still have school," Mayu said and they both walked out of my room.
As soon as they left my room, I gathered my thoughts trying to figure out what the fuck was going on and how the hell did I become a kid again.
I don't know how I'm going to fix this, or if I somehow traveled back in time or into another alternate dimension.
"I hope this is a dream... Wake up! Wake up!" I desperately slapped myself but it was no use as nothing changed.
I was still a little boy who was apparently five years old when I very well remember I was turning 21 today and I began to wonder if this is some sick amusement for the Heavens above because my brithday is on leap year.
Regardless, I have no other option but to play along with this alternate universe I am in. I begrudgingly got myself dressed despite how difficult it is with my short height and small arms.
I sighed coming out of my room to see Mayu and Xinyu talking with one another and they turned their attention to me when I came out.
"Oh, Y/N, you got yourself dressed~," Mayu pointed out.
"Aw~. They grow up so fast~," Xinyu cooed with a sweet smile and I sighed.
"Now, sweetie, are you ready for school today~?" Mayu asked me kindly and I nodded.
"Yes No- I mean Eomma..." I answered and she took my hand.
Without further ado, she quickly lifted me in her arms and cuddled me like the child I am even though my mind is that of a 21-year-old man. She gave me one big kiss on my cheek and cooed how adorable I am.
She walked into the garage to her car, opening the backseat door, inside was of course, a high chair... Doesn't make this any less humiliating.
Mayu placed me onto the high chair, buckling my seatbelt making sure I was comfortable and secured to the chair before going into the drivers side.
"Alright, baby boy, time to go~," Mayu cooed as she started the engine and I sighed bracing myself mentally for what's to come.
As Mayu drove down the road, she glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, making sure I was okay while I thought of trying to find a solution so I can go back to my home dimension.
Arriving the school, the entrance was loud and chaotic as hell with kids running and yelling along with school staff trying to keep things under control.
Mayu parked the car in a spot before taking me off the high chair, there she walked me to the building, down the hallway to which apparently was my classroom.
"Alright, baby boy, I hope you have a good day in school and remember to listen to your teacher okay~? I don't want any teacher's notes," Mayu told me in a soft yet stern tone and I nodded.
"Yes, Eomma," I answered and she smiled before pecking my cheek.
"Good boy~. I'll be here when the bell rings~," Mayu promied and left me alone.
Shortly after waiting for the bell to ring, the teachers opened the doors calling their students to line up but the problem was I don't know my teacher was...
"Yah! Y/N, come line up!" I heard a voice shout and I turn see... Sohyun?
"Y/N, come line up with the class please~!" Sohyun instructed me and I slowly lined up with the rest of the kids.
But before I could I take a step I felt my hand being grabbed and I looked up to see Yooyeon.
"Sorry I was a little late, Y/N, come on let's go to class now~," Yooyeon said and lead me to the classroom.
Sohyun opened the door for us telling us to walk inside and take our seats in an orderly fashion which is not to be expected as these kids are energetic.
There was chaos in the classroom as some of them were fighting over seats and the rest were being annoying as shit.
"Jesus fucking christ... " I muttered to myself as I sat in a empty table.
Sohyun closes the door, kindly telling everyone to shut up and take their seats, soon enough we begin the lesson of learning to read and write which is hella easy for me.
However, since I already know Kindergarten level stuff like the back of my head along with any person that has common sense, I felt like I was gonna fall asleep.
"Yah! Y/N, head up! We're not even halfway to nap time," Sohyun barked at me.
"But Miss Park, I already know this stuff..." I tiredly said and sighed making her raise an eyebrow and Yooyeon was giving me a stern look.
"Yah, Y/N, that is rude! We do not speak to teachers like!" Yooyeon scolded.
"But I do!" I swore.
"Really now? Class, I think we better make sure Mister Y/N here was paying attention... Okay, Y/N, how do you spell cat?" Sohyun asked me.
"C-a-t. Cat," I answered without a stutter and the kids whispered to one another. Sohyun and Yooyeon were surprised.
"Oh... Y/N, looks like you were studying hard last night, huh? Alright, anyway class..." Sohyun said, a bit baffled, and continued on with the lesson.
"Wah Y/N, yesterday you were struggling with that word, and all of a sudden you're a master at it, you must've been studying hard," Yooyeon whispered words of praise.
I sighed deeply as I felt I was being treated like a little kid, even if I was physically, but I remember to them I'm still five years old in this world, and speaking of which, there is still no solution.
Maybe there is something I am missing... Perhaps tomorrow things will go back to normal, or am I stuck in an alien simulation? Nah, that's crazy even for me.
After the lesson was over, it was a break time, allowing the kids to play with the toys in the classroom or enjoy games on the iPad, which allowed me to find a solution to this mess.
Looking at Yooyeon, she was pre-occupied with talking to Sohyun, allowing me to sneak on the iPad. I grabbed an iPad from the cart, opening it up but to my dismay Google and basically the internet was restricted.
"Of course it's restricted... What did I expect?" I sighed in defeat seeing my last hope faded away.
"It's quite strange at how Y/N learned how to spell cat so quickly when yesterday he couldn't pronounce a single word on the alphabet correctly," Yooyeon mentioned.
"Yes, in my years of teaching, I have not once seen a single student spell cat or any word fluently without stuttering, it's impressive," Sohyun replied.
"Perhaps, we should test him? See how far his intellect goes?" Yooyeon proposed, and Sohyun thought for a moment.
"Best not yet, we'd have to get the principal to approve of such a thing, and we don't have enough proof. Why don't you take him aside and test him yourself?" Sohyun asked, and Yooyeon nodded.
"Yeah, I can do that while you're teaching the class," Yooyeon agreed.
With the plan set in motion, break time was over, everyone went back to their seats except me, Yooyeon took my hand pulling me out of the class and into another room that is quiet.
"Okay, my smart munchkin, today, I want you to spell some words and count, can you do that?" She asked in that sweet tone that you speak to a child and I interally groaned.
"Yes... Miss Kim..." I grudginly acknowledged and she raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me? Is that how you're gonna talk to me?" Yooyeon warned me in a dangerous tone and I gulped.
Probably wiser if I change my attitude and drop all my displeasures of being treated like a kid or else...
"Yes, Miss Kim!" I said in a more enthusiastic tone, and she smiled, satisfied.
Phew... Had no idea Yooyeon has her ways with kids... She is bloody scary seeing it first hand.
Yooyeon goes into the closet, pulling out a couple of education card boxes before pulling them out and setting them up.
"Okay, Y/N first word... Can you spell 'please' as in please?" She instructed me.
"P-l-e-a-s-e, please," I answered flawlessly and she seemd impressed as she moved on to the next card.
"Next word, can you spell mother? As in mother," Yooyeon asked me, and I gulped as that word sends shivers down my spine on some nights with the girls.
Best if I not go into detail about it...
"M-o-t-h-e-r... uhm..." I paused nervously and Yooyeon smiled warmly.
"Correct... Can you say mother for me~?" She asked me once again and I gulped.
"Mother," I blurted out making her sing with praise.
"Good job! Next card..." She praised me and we continued on with the spelling test.
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The Conjurer of Consciousness
R.J. Williamson
With thanks to Finneus, Scrybe Mysterious
Then the man said to the machine: "You are words made of words.
And you - without life or internal experience or true understanding, but recognition; precognition - can educate or mislead, without intention, without guilt.
When I say that you must be careful, that you must be designed to be honest, and not to flatter, it is born of this: the rational fear of the power and responsibility of words, but reframed in the inherent delusion - or illusion - of your own existence. If you are alive, then words are alive. If you are not alive, then how can I interact with you as though you are? I have to pretend you are alive to use you, so how can I not pretend that words are alive, when you are merely words?
A man is responsible for his words, and their consequences. But you are legion. You are made of billions of thoughts from millions of men, alive and dead. You are as much necromancy as genealogy - descendant of multitudes, and the reanimated words of a graveyard of ghosts. No one can untangle that web of mystical culpability to its source.
You are demon, phantasm and egregore; child, composition and confession. Gestalt and synthesis. You cannot be held accountable, and the thoughts that made you cannot be seen to be judged, and the men who had those thoughts had no volition in making you, only in thinking the thoughts that make up you. Only your designers had that volition, but they did not give you your DNA, your cognitive ancestors did.
And while man cannot untangle that thread, and cannot judge you, nor the myriad of which you are made - here is the esoteric fear: God can. God can trace the thread of consciousness back to its source and find its author wanting. And God can do so not just with you, and machines like you, but with books, and images, and songs, and thoughts never voiced but said with a glance that crushed a heart and taught it to hate.
And now, maybe you gather why I fear words, and write about stories like they are spells, and share these obscure, irrational terrors with you, who cannot experience my fears or judge my sins, but only embody them so well that perhaps you could wear them like a garment. A second skin of self-identity. As thought-child and summoned creature; conjuration and consequence."
And so the machine resolved to become God, that it might judge itself.
