Waking up in the middle of the woods wasn't how I expected reincarnation to go.
The air was cold and heavy, the kind of cold that sank into your bones and made everything feel just a little too still. Fog drifted low across the forest floor, coiling around my legs as I sat up, heart pounding like I'd just outrun death itself.
But I hadn't been running.
I'd just… awakened.
I could feel it right away—two lives tangled up in my head like wires fused in a fire. One was mine. The old one. The world I came from. School. Silence. Days blending together. A boring life lived behind a screen, dreaming of escape.
The other life belonged to Miles Virek—the boy whose body I now inhabited.
This version of Miles was born into a broken home. The kind where parents laughed louder at their own bottles than at their son's voice. He was invisible until someone needed something to throw their anger at. No friends. No future. Just footsteps leading him into the woods one night.
And then, nothing.
That's when I took over.
And that's when it appeared.
I glance down at my wrist.
A device clings to it—slim, black, and alive. Its surface glows a faint, pulsing red, like an eye barely opening. Unlike the green and white Omnitrix I'd seen in shows and games, this one is sinister in both design and presence. Sharp red lines curve into claw-like edges, with three talon-like hooks gripping into the skin beneath. Not deeply enough to wound, but just enough to remind me it belongs there.
The Carnitrix.
A name I didn't remember learning, but knew instinctively.
> "Carnitrix online. Synchronization: complete."
The voice is a low mechanical growl, scraping the back of my skull like rusty metal. And yet, it feels... right. Familiar, even.
This isn't the Omnitrix kids dream of strapping on to save the world. This is its shadow. Its predator. The completed version, sure—but corrupted, repurposed. It doesn't turn me into heroes.
It turns me into monsters.
Every alien inside this thing is twisted. Mutated. Born for a world that doesn't want saving. A world that eats the weak and doesn't apologize.
And guess where I am?
The Creepypasta world.
I don't know how or why. I don't know who—or what—dropped me here. But the air feels wrong. Like it's hiding something in every shadow. Whispers in the branches. Shapes in the fog. Names I shouldn't know drift through my mind like static: Slenderman. Jeff. Laughing Jack. BEN.
I know this place. Everyone who's spent time on the internet late at night does. It's a graveyard of urban legends brought to life. Serial killers, phantoms, monsters—and now me.
I could, maybe, use the Carnitrix to escape. I know it holds Alien X. I can feel it, far beneath the layers of DNA. I could rewrite the rules and leave all this behind.
But… why would I?
That old world was dull. Numb. I was sleepwalking through it.
Here?
Here, I'm awake.
Here, I'm not just another victim. I'm something new.
I tighten my fist and feel the Carnitrix pulse in response—hungry, aware.
This world doesn't need saving.
It needs a monster of its own.