Chapter: The Wheel of Chance
Austin didn't feel the moment he died.
One second he was collapsing, the world fading into muted colors and muffled noise…
The next, he was floating in a silent, endless void—weightless, thoughtless, empty.
No pain.
No fear.
Just waiting.
He had no idea how long he drifted there until a voice—calm, bored, and very done with existence—cut through the darkness.
"Alright, you. Up."
A hand grabbed his soul by the metaphorical collar and yanked him forward. The void peeled away like curtains, revealing an office that looked like a cosmic mix between a DMV and a deity's lounge. Stacks of glowing papers, universe-sized filing cabinets, and a coffee mug labeled #1 Reality Administrator sat on the desk.
Behind it lounged a god in business casual, sipping celestial espresso.
"Welcome to Post-Mortem Processing. You are Austin. You died. Blah blah yada yada—let's skip the script." The god waved a hand, and a holographic list appeared. "Three choices for your afterlife package:
Reborn in a new world with random powers.
Hell. Self-explanatory, very unpleasant, would not recommend.
Heaven, paradise, warm clouds, eternal peace, boring as taxes."
Austin blinked—or felt like he blinked. "Uh… option one?"
"Good. Nobody ever picks hell." The god snapped his fingers, and a massive shimmering wheel materialized beside them. Its slots rotated, shifting between hundreds of worlds—One Piece, Skyrim, Pokémon, Marvel…
The wheel spinned with a dramatic FWOOOOSH.
Austin prayed for something cool. Something badass.
It slowed.
Clicked.
Clicked.
TWILIGHT.
He stared.
"What."
The god sipped his coffee. "Sparkly vampires. Congratulations."
Austin wanted to scream.
Before he could protest, the god summoned another wheel—the Power Wheel. This one thrummed with chakra-like energy, each slice labeled with strange abilities.
"Power time."
The wheel spun violently.
It slowed…
slowed…
WHITE ZETSU ABILITIES.
Austin choked. "Wait—like the weird plant goop clones?!"
"Yep. Full set. Plus the ability to create a lot of White Zetsu clones." The god nodded approvingly. "Honestly? Overpowered in the Twilight universe. You'll be fine."
Before Austin could wrap his head around that, a third wheel—golden, glittery, almost mocking—appeared.
"This one decides your appearance."
Austin braced himself.
The wheel spun.
And landed on—
Black fluffy curly hair.
Pale skin.
Big watery eyes.
Soft delicate features.
Sleepy expression 24/7.
Austin stared at the god in disbelief. "So I'm… cute?"
"Adorably so," the god confirmed. "People will want to wrap you in a blanket. Vultures of the supernatural world will either underestimate you or try to adopt you."
He clapped his hands, and Austin felt his new vessel forming, chakra bubbling like roots spreading through soil.
"Well, Austin. Reincarnation complete. Enjoy Twilight. Try not to terrify the locals with an army of plant clones."
The void cracked open beneath him.
He fell.
His new sleepy-eyed, pale, fluffy-haired body forming as he drifted toward the world of forks, wolves, vampires—
And a fate powered by Zetsu.
And then everything went white.