North America / North Carolina (Butner Federal Correctional Complex, FCI Butner Medium I): January 8th, 2026.
It was a beautiful day for the world. The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely in north carolina, butner federal correctional complex, fcI butner medium I. To be more specific, Inside of a Interrogation room. You can see a handsome 6'1 mature man with a very prison honed muscular body, dark brown eyes, a dark, warm brown skin tone, a oval-oblong shaped bearded face and low taper faded dark brown hair in a orange prison uniform with a pack of cheap cigar on the table.
The atmosphere extremely tense.
(Robert's POV)
"Boring as hell." I said underneath my breath as I watched the old man leave with a middle aged man.
The room was silent.
I glanced up at the dimmed light and stared at it silently for a moment.
"How did I get here again…oh right. I was killed by a cosplaying man for doing a little nice good deed" I thought while staring right up at the cloudy sky.
I pulled out a very thin cigar out of my pocket and put it into my mouth while lighting it.
*Flick*
I iInhaled deeply a couple of times fir a long moment.
I exhaled a large cloud of smoke from out of my nose
"Hah…this is the stuff. I feel relaxed with this good stuff." I said calmly as I looked down at the thin cigar in my left hand.
I might have already introduced myself before but I will again anyway.
My name is edward john king and I was your most average 40 year jobless man doing what all normal and average people do. My daily routine. It consisted of eating, shitting and working out, sleep and get up for another day again and and repeat the very demanding schedule that led me to my death.
I died. Quickly. Painlessly. From a freak.
But it wasn't the end as I woke in a new body.
A famous pedophile. A 15 year old male body in the 1982, south side of chicago. This man had a choice, decisions to make with a bad childhood but instead chose to make bad ones in his own life despite being compensated massively with a good future and talent.
Robert sylvester kelly.
Which brings me to my or should I say our current situation in the year of 2026 of january 8th.
I tried during these past 44 years. I really have but trying doesn't achieve or fix shit in terms of fate or destiny with what this body is meant to do.
1. I went to all the mcdonalds that I could find and made myself presentable for hire, only to get rejected and ended up searching for other places to get hired at and stumbled upon this place in the hood, of course I got hired on the spot.
2. I financially secured myself and get a 314 social security check every month. I cheated the system and it was surprisingly easy, all I had to do was mark down that I am seventeen. Poor. Disabled due to epilepsy.
Limited work capacity and low or no countable income. But in reality I am working, moving around, managing mcdonald's, and gaming the department so the income does not properly hit my disability case. So narratively, my setup is to mcdonald's I work there.To social security I am a poor disabled teenager with epilepsy. Free government oxygen. That means I can get 314/month SSI check, mcdonald's money, plus my side hustle.
Hey. We all do what we gotta do if you get the flow I'm moving to.
3. I met ashley a year ago while doing one of my many side hustle's at a park and we hit it off and went form there. I found out that she is actually saving up for college. I do love a good women with a brian and dream so me being me I brought out my game and got into the business.
4. I surprisingly got my ged this year and live at a privately owned apartment complex with ashley, of course I got my drivers license and own a black mustang, not the best but the most affordable and decent.
5. I explored the musical talent of this body an was Impressed, yes I was Impressed but also a little Irked at how someone can waste life In prison and let their childhood define who they are as an adult. I guess not everyone is fortunate and their brain wires work differently.
"But all this means nothing because I still see all the massive red flags." I said calmly with a sigh.
1. Despite my appearance women seem too like throwing themselves at my me and say strange things like how no rules apply to me so you can do anything you want since you're the greatest.
2. Little girls seem to always lose their parents and come into McDonalds asking where they are. Very disgusting that fate has fetishes like this.
3. I sing at strip clubs as a side hustle but a talent scout seems to always find itself in the audience coincidentally, at this point it can't be a damn coincidence anymore after 22 times.
4. I always end up in sexual situations where I have more power over a woman to the point it seems like I'm about to (R) them and to make it worse they always apologize like I did them wrong since the very beginning.
5. I always seem to have bad luck with things in general like a villain halo. I can't out it into a simpler way but say I walk down a street and trip over a rock, you expect just a scratch on your knee but instead break your spine. This is what I meant.
I Inhaled from the cigar and exhaled while saying calmly as I rubbed my beard "I couldn't keep avoiding fate…no instead of avoiding It just lived in the rot by surviving inside of it."
The room was absolutely silent.
"But it seems like the direction that you keep trying so hard to push me toward as only just a failure." I said while putting out the cigar and looking up at the sky again.
I held my right hand up at it for a moment and clenched my right hand into a fist.
*BRRRRFFFFT*
The room was absolutely silent.
A smell lingered and started to form.
I put the cigar away and thought as I got up from the chair went to the door and started heading back to my cell "I gotta take a shit"
*Boom*
Not noticing that a man in a suit was standing and watching me far from the entrance of the hall.
The suited figure turned and left.
THE END…