Was There a Mix-up?
Things go from bad to worse, at least in Teri's opinion
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: Teri keeps giving the wrong answers, and no one is giving her answers, so the maybe-doctor Dourwin suspects she has lost her memory. She thinks he has lost his mind.
There was no memory loss that she was aware of, only a great deal of confusion, but she wanted answers and arguing with him would not get him to tell her anything. She waved at him to get a move on.
“Well! I would like to ask you a few questions? Just to establish a baseline, you see. To make sure—”
“I know what the fuck a baseline is!”
The woman sobbed louder.
“Okay, fine, get on with it.” She rubbed her eyes, grateful that at the very least she was getting control of her body back. She expected he would ask her the date, as if she could forget that horror, and possibly who the president was (as if she could forget that horror either).
“What are the names of your stepchildren?” He asked with a hopeful smile.
Her jaw dropped.
Step children? Who the hell did they think she was? Was there a mixup? How many cars had ended up piled up in that accident? Did they—
“Milady?” He prompted, hope fading in his eyes.
“I do not have any stepchildren.”
He stared at her in frank horror. She stared back in annoyance. He snapped his jaw shut, spun around, and marched out. The woman in the chair had a handkerchief held up to her mouth.
“You truly do not recognize me, milady?” She whispered into the handkerchief.
“No.” Teri stopped there, suddenly struck with inspiration. If the so-called doctor was even marginally proficient at his job, he would not tell her anything. He was probably setting up a whole battery of tests to find out what she could “remember,” which Teri knew was “absolutely nothing,” because she was not the person they thought she was. The key to getting out of the whole situation was to find a way to get her bearings, and the little old lady was probably her best bet.
Oh yes! She loves you a lot. I don’t know why; you’re mean. Theo was still on the bed but had turned around and was sitting with his back to her. She ignored him.
Instead she put on her most simplistic smile and tried to look forlorn and confused. “Can you please tell me who you think I am?”