Good puppies!
Things continue to get weirder
Transmigrated Teri is a WIP that is part of a “post 200 words a day during July” challenge issued by
. Episodes posted daily will be of various lengths and sometimes will stop in the middle of the scene. You have been warned!The set up:
Teri Travers, a nearly-50 bitter “office lady” who has not led a happy life gets in a massive car accident after being sent home on the first day of COVID lockdown in 2020. She (and her dog) wake up in a strange new world that is also strangely familiar…that’s right, she’s been transmigrated into the world of her favorite 1990s fantasy novel series, the massively popular, critically disdained, and incredibly tropetastic Allisar Fireborn Chronicles by the infamous Chadwick Jarvaldson, aka “Fuckin’ Chad” to all his very annoyed fans who are still waiting for the final book to be published.
Previously: No, the whole situation was the weirdest part. It was all equally bizarre. Where the fuck was she? Was this the fanciest hospital in the country?
Rolling carefully to one side, she let out a groan. The pain was lessened from what she remembered, replaced mostly by a general bone-deep ache, except for her right leg. The doctor had said something about not being happy with how it was healing, which matched the sharp pain shooting up from her foot.
She stopped for a long moment, taking deep breaths as the realization sunk in that there was no way she was getting out of the bed alone. Or possibly at all.
There was a tap-tap-tap noise from somewhere outside the room, as if a small animal was walking down a tiled hallway. It was followed by a creaking noise and then Theo was there, sitting in the middle of the room, looking at her.
“Theo?” She called in shock.
I am here, mistress! I am here! He bounced up and down for a moment and then bolted, running around the room once before jumping on the bed and licking her face in excitement.
“Argh! Dog! Bleah!” She pushed him away.
I am so happy you are awake! Everyone here smells so weird! I had some chicken for dinner, the children shared with me. They are good puppies!
“What. The. Fuck.” She stared at the dog who was now talking inside of her head. He stared back with a broad doggy smile on his face, his tongue lolling out.