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━━━━UNINTELLIGIBLE. UTTER NONSENSE, is all he perceives before he can muster the strength to open his eyes.Where am I? Why am I stuck in a fucking dark tight container? Confusion laced with frustration boiled inside him. He felt as if he were floating above nothing, and he didn't like it. So, with a sudden surge of energy, he began to break free from his confinement─shattering it piece by piece─until everything became illuminated.
&#h@!?!&w#@??
#@!&$&@#@!
@##h@&w#@?!
!&$&@#RED?!&@
#h@YOUN!?!&ASTER!!
Once again, he was bombarded by strange nonsense that he barely understood. Furrowing his brows, he observed his surroundings blearily, until he made up figures circling him like a display that somehow irked him──what the?!
And before he can curse, a deep voice called out:
"Hello, my child."
That sounds annoyingly familiar.
However, any further complaints held within his frisky body were seized—his body was cradled in one palm, which left him freezing in disbelief.
"An unusual color: crimson," the deep voice let out a chuckle, and the body being held experienced a gentle, soothing touch against its fur.
Fur?
There was no time to contemplate the sensation when he felt a poke on top of him, his mouth twitching as the deep voice chuckled amusedly once more. "And four horns at birth. My, aren't you a strong one, youngling?"
At this moment, Cale Henituse feels completely lost.
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After a few more hours (of internal torment), he finally absorbed what he had learned.
Firstly, he is a dokkaebi.
Secondly, he is a direct offspring of the Dokkaebi King, who was the deep voice from earlier.
Thirdly... He's fucking small!
He’s just a tiny, round, fluffy red creature with four darker red horns, small arms and legs that are no bigger than a fingertip. He knows how ridiculous he looks. Right now, he’s floating in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection blankly. He really misses his handsome Cale face.
Hahh.
Just where am I?
He chose to put aside his longing for the moment and ventured out, which was easy, and took in his surroundings. In every location he visited, fluffy humanoid beings bowed to him, respectfully addressing him as "Young Master" or "Young Lord."
It's quite a reminiscence of his life as the Trash of the Count's Family—or the Duke's Family, or whatever.
"Where are you going, young master?" someone asked, promptly stopping him to look at the questioner. A larger fluffy being, wearing a butler's suit with a benign smile—oh, that quickly sent alarm bells ringing in Cale's mind.
Despite this, Cale simply hummed a soft 'mm.' His vocal cords don't seem to be fully developed to converse yet.
He then felt the stare from the butler.
Cale stared back.
The dokkaebi butler intently observed the newly born dokkaebi. He was genuinely taken aback to hear others clamoring about how unique and extraordinary the young lord was.
With his dark-red color and four horns already present, it's important to note that the more horns a dokkaebi has, the stronger they become.
Therefore, no one dares to underestimate the newborn youngling, even though he was less than a day old.
"Ehem, how about if this old man guides the young master on a trip?" the dokkaebi butler offered after enough observation.
"This servant's name is Ron," he introduced himself, and the youngling in front of him narrowed his reddish eyes—confusion and understanding shining within.
The youngling let out another hum, and Ron took it as a cue to start sightseeing while Cale followed. He didn't expect to see someone familiar soon, but this meant his family was here too, which relaxed him.
He listened to Ron's explanation of the places while trying to memorize everything for later use.
Bureau of Star Stream.
Main Company.
Live Stream.
Most dokkaebis are employed to live stream entertaining content. That entertainment? It's watching humans face scenarios designed to make them struggle and prevail.
Cale viewed the harshness of it all through a hologram, yet he felt little repulsion towards this reality. In fact, a part of him found it intriguing, and he concluded that this fascination was simply part of the dokkaebis' nature.
Cale let out a weary sigh as he continued trailing behind.
So I'm going to work soon.
Great.
