Chapter Text
Written: July 16th, 2025
Published: July 29th, 2025
Edited: January 10th, 2026
Author's Note: Full Japanese sentences will be written like "(this)". While dog speech is 'this' and normal thoughts are in italics
Heavy backpack weighing me down, my hiking shoes tied tight to my feet. I take a long deep breath and fill my lungs with the delicious fresh air. A smile of content working its way on my face, I exhale loudly as I lock my car with a rapid click of a button. Knowing that there's nothing valuable inside of it anyways. "Let's start this vacay off right!" I chuckle to myself as I crack open a twisted tea and begin my march while taking a sip, I'm not going to drink too much so I'm drunk. I'll need to keep my wits about me, but I enjoy the taste. All of my camping equipment is laid on my back while I hold a large container of food in my hands.
Let's begin the introduction, I suppose..? My name is Tyler Brandson, I am a 22 year old autistic pansexual man who works as a financer for a VERY reputable company. Most of my hobbies include collecting anime figures and anime swords.. but my co workers don't know about that, heh. All they see is the boring no nonsense Tyler who's good with numbers.. Anywho, one of my main relaxing hobbies that I do when I'm overstimulated from work is.. well, I hike. Explore and experience nature mainly.
The serene calm of nature soothes my wounded soul so much. Every vacation I'm given I always make sure to camp and stay away from people for at least a week. Working in such a loud environment with so many different noises and constantly being in a state of stress drains me SO much.. that by the time my vacation comes I'm a shriveled up husk. The calmness of nature and pure silence only being interrupted with the symphony of babbling brooks and bird song heals the mental wounds.. It allows me to heal before I return to work once again to renew the cycle..
- Two Days Later -
Zipping my tent shut with a soft hum of a random tune, having just made sure all of my food is suspended up in a tree so the bears won't get at it. I happily crawl over to my yellow Aizawa sleeping bag I custom ordered, grabbing the pillow that looks like Aizawa's scowling face and fluffing it as I slide into the bright yellow sleeping bag. Turning on my solar powered lamp that's been charging all day as I hiked, I lay back and put on my reading glasses. Grabbing my bag I pull out my manga with a smile on my face. "Woohoo! Chisaki arc here I come!" I giggle to myself with a grin, having joined the fandom rather late.. "Hopefully I get to see more Aizawa... GOD the things I would do to that man.." I mumble to myself with a sexy growl and steeled eyes, imagining the ways I would absolutely decimate that mans ass.. or get my ass decimated by him more likely.. him, Shigiraki and Nezu are my favorite characters.
I read silently flipping pages and immersing myself into the world, feeling my eyes grow heavy slowly. I yawn loudly as I notice my lamp get dimmer, losing its battery power. I check my pokemon watch and huff out when I realize it's been a couple hours since I started reading. "Well.. time for bed, I guess." I slide my Tardis bookmark into my manga before putting it back into my bag for safe keeping. Shutting off the lamp with a click before zipping my sleeping bag fully closed and closing my eyes. Fully embracing Aizawa, leaving only my face exposed.
- ??? Later -
The sound of rustling is heard and my eyes slowly peel themselves open with great effort, the pitch black darkness inside my tent welcoming me. Fuckin animals waking me up... I mentally grumble out to myself, squinting with distaste as I try to go back to sleep.. only for the rustling to get closer. My brows furrow as I feel something press against the side of the tent and near where I'm laying, flinching back I hear loud snarling come from outside the second I moved. What the fuck??? I unzip my sleeping bag from the inside quickly just as an animal bites into the fabric of the tent and begins to thrash around violently with rage. Tearing the nylon fabric to smithereens, I turn on my dim lamp before grabbing my knife and pistol I keep on the side of my pack for emergencies.
Turning around I see a large Timber wolf with matted fur and bald spots standing in the darkness, bits of my tent stuck in its teeth. It's mouth POURING frothed saliva as it snarls and thrashes around trying to kill the tent. What the fuck?! They're supposed to be in Canada!! I aim my gun and pull the trigger aiming for its head, only to realize the safety is on. ...fuck. I try to flick it off only for the wolf to lunge at me, I scream out as it bites into the arm I use to block that's also holding the gun, the beast thrashing around wildly shredding my flesh. Blood gushing onto my chest as pain shreds through me. "ARGHHHAAAHH!!" i scream out in agony, dropping the gun due to the pure amount of pain that floods my being, I kick and thrash at the rabid animal. Trying to get its jaws to dislodge, it snarls and thrashes even more. Using its claws to dig into my stomach, I hold my other hand out and feel around blindly. I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry doggy! I say with sorrow in my eyes while whimpering in pain. The beast ripping my arm to shreds as I finally grab my knife and stab it in the side with all my strength.
The beast is unaffected by the blade as it bites down harder, blood gushing from my arm and soaking into my sleeping bag and clothes. "GET OFF BALTO!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, aiming my knife at its eye stabbing into its brain. It whines out in pain as it pulls away, thrashing around as it seizes and dies with the blade still in its skull. The frothy saliva mixed with my blood oozing from the animals mouth.
I grab the knife from its socket and stab it over and over again until I'm sure the thing is fucking dead as a doornail. Feeling increasingly light headed from the blood loss, I grab an old shirt from my pack and try to make a tourniquet for my arm. Panting out from the agony, I fall to my side, feeling woozy and knowing im utterly fucked. I rip through my bag and find my phone, looking at the bars a scowl of acceptance forms on my face. My phone doesn't have any service, for fuck sakes.. I wont be able to call for help and I'm too weak to crawl out of the tent to shoot off a flare.. Its not like anyone would get here before I bleed out.. there was nobody else in the parking lot.. and if there was I bet I would be dead before help could arrive. My eyes flick to my bag and I blink my eyes rapidly trying to stay awake. "I.. I need to know.." Reaching into my bag I grab my manga with bloody hands, needing to know how it ends before I bite the bullet and die from my wounds. I grab the final book I always keep on me just in case a scenario like what im experiencing would ever happen. Looks like my paranoia payed off.. heh.
Laying on my side on my bad arm to try and stem the bleeding using my bodyweight as pressure. Eyes closing in pain, I grit my teeth an flip through the manga with bloody fingers. Staining the thin pages red with my blood. Speed reading as darkness begins to seep through the edges of my vision, my heart shatters when I see that Aizawa is heavily injured in the manga and there's no sign of Midnight from what I can see. How the fuck did that happen?! I turn and lay on my back, staring up at the sky through the rip in my tent. Wishing that one SCP who stays with people while they die alone was here... I could really use a cigarette right now..
"Fuck.. I hope I can become a badass sorcerer in my own Isekai reincarnation...." I mumble to myself, staring at the sky as the wind chills me to the core. My body shivering rapidly trying desperately to create body heat with the remainder of energy it has. "....Get both men and women in my harem.. maybe some chunky beast men..." I pant out as I look over to my manga, staring at the face of Izuku that smiles at me... the few words on the cover quickly become muddled, almost looking like hieroglyphics. Sleep rapidly claiming me and knocking me unconscious as I succumb to my wounds.
I fall limp in my unconscious state. Exhaling one last time as the cruel mistress Mother Nature claims another soul for her soil from her vicious cycle of violence and flesh. My body entering the cycle of nutrients and allowing the animals to feast on me until I'm discovered.
- ??? - ??? POV -
The bleached skeleton of a cat lays lazily on a large gravestone carved into the shape of an ornate throne. It's head engulfed in vibrant red flames, showing off ears made of fire that flick around. From the dark sockets inside its skull sit two black holes that suck in the constant stream of fire that pours from the cracks on the beasts skull into itself. The black holes locked onto it's current victim held within its trial.
Morte watches with cruel amusement as he observes his last soul held inside a dewdrop poised on a flower in front of their gravestone run for their life. Having transformed the narcissist of a man into a meek little magic using mouse fleeing from his own cat and pitbull in a recreation of his own home. Having spent a good while making an exact replica of the souls own home and family as his trial. Forcing him to survive as he watches his partner heal from the abuse they faced by himself. If he survives till she's healed, he wins.. and he'll restart the trial over again until he gets bored of him and ultimately decides to eat the sinner. He's one of the few who he refuses to allow to become a cat. "Idiot." Morte says with glee, dragging a claw across the stone and carving line into it.
The darkened cloud filled sky above the graveyard cracks open, revealing the dark starry sky as a large replica of Morte's head descends with a blue soul floating beside them. Tiamat the mother of evil descends to her child. "Already? I have yet to finish with the one I'm meant to torture!" Morte says with a sigh, it's boney tail flicking with annoyance. Scraping against the stone on his throne.
"Yes, my child. I tried the others but they are all busy with their own souls.. I can tell you shall soon grow bored of yours." Tiamat says softly while looking to the mouse soul held within the flower with a small smile on their face. "If you do not want it.." she says with a coy smile, while side eyeing their child.
"I'll take it. It's not an issue. You're right mother, this soul is boring me.. This is the eight hundredth time they've won.." Morte plucks the soul from the dewdrop and swallows it down into his gullet. His entire being thrumming with power. The flower withers and dies as the gravestone becomes blank. He bats his paw at the now empty plot in front of him, it shoots away deeper into the graveyard filled with blank headstones.. some of them having names of those who won his trials and still remain within the flowers.
"Thank you." Tiamat says with appreciation, the blue soul floating down into Morte's awaiting skeletal paw.
"Tis my duty." He says with a deep sigh, nodding to his mother as she floats away. The sky closing itself shut and returning the graveyard to its dark and dreary atmosphere. "Alright... Let us begin..." Morte smirks to himself, holding the soul close to his eye as he inspect it.. and he knows just what to do with the soul. "Hmh.. you shall be a dog instead of a mouse like the last one.. and instead of the minor magical powers like I gave the last soul.. why not something you're familiar with? From a show you watched as a young man?" A green flower bursts from the graveyard soil with a wave of his paw, creating the world of My Hero. "Feels suiting since you were already reading about it before you passed on.." He scoffs out as he begins to mold the soul within his paws, changing the form to be that of a Shiba Inu mutt with a mix of various other dogs sprinkled in. An orb of yellow energy forms on the tip of Morte's claw that he stabs into the heart of the young man turned canine, feeling the soul writhe in pain within his boney paw pads.
"There." He smiles with satisfaction, knowing the boy will be able to defend himself once he figures it out. He implanted the instincts into his body to make the transition easier. Morte leans closer and whispers into the soul. "Your task.. is to find love in your new form.." The command makes the soul shiver as he grins, flicking his paw the soul flutters down and lands on the flower. Soaking into it as it absorbs, a small dew drop forms allowing Morte to watch. "Good luck, Tyler.." the feline purrs out.
- Tyler POV -
Mentally groaning out in pain, my arm throbbing with residual phantom sensations from the agony I just partook. My brows furrowed as I feel a warm wet sensation surrounding my entire body. What.. what's going on.. am I laying in my bloo- AH! WHAT THE HELL?! I think to myself as something kicks into my side, unable to open my eyes. I try to inhale only to cough out the liquid that surrounds me. I begin to panic once I realize that I'm effectively blind and I can't breath. But I'm not dead???
What the FUCK?!?? I scream out within my mind as I begin to thrash around, hearing the sound of a dog barking loudly and muffled noises of people talking filter in the background. WHERE THE FUCK AM I?! WHATS GOING ON!!! I grunt to myself mentally and thrash around some more, feeling other things unmoving around me. I- I can tell I'm moving? Did help arrive??? Is that why I can't breath?? Do they have me on a ventilator? But that doesn't explain why I'm wet- I desperately try to rationalize the off sensations that are plaguing my sensitive mind. Not wanting to come to terms that I'm a fuckin FETUS.
I hear the sound of a dog whining and everything begins to move. The surroundings become tighter as all the other objects around me are squished closer invading my space. No- this- am I getting birthed?! Is that what's happening?! Fuck! I didn't want to start from scratch, god dammit! I feel even more movement and everything becomes even more tighter as I'm pushed through a wet tube of some kind. EWWWW!!!! I screech out in disgust as my body is squeezed out like fucking toothpaste.
Holy FUCK that's cold!! I screech out as I land on something hard and cold, desperately trying to open my eyes that remain stuck closed. I cough out the fluid stuck in my mouth and take a long deep breath of fresh air, cringing visibly when I get vibrant flashes of color across my mind of different scents one of them is calming. I hear a dog whimper and something long and wet begin to move over me. What the shit- My stomach rumbles loudly making me grimace with pain.
I hear the dog whimper again and I instinctively army crawl towards. Something cold gently nudging me towards what I now notice is a nipple. I panic. WHAT THE HELL?? WHAT THE HELLY? WHAT THE HELLION? WHAT THE HELLIANTE?!! I WAS JUST BORN?!!???! My mind begins to race with my panic, desperately trying to rationalize. Where the FUCK is my mother??? Did she just shit me out and leave? That BITCH!!
I hear the dog whimper again, nudging me while she licks at my head. Was I just abandoned to a motherfucking DOG?? Fuck my new life. Seriously. I mentally cry out as i slam my head on the floor. Cursing my mother for abandoning me. well, I'm a baby.. and I don't have any other options.. and I sure as SHIT ain't giving up until I have my MOTHER FUCKIN HAREM!! I crawl towards the dog and shiver with disgust, memories of the statue of human babies sucking on a dogs nips filling my head.
Gross gross gross- I find the dogs abdomen and begin to search, hoping to GOD its not a male dog.. and it's a female who has milk, otherwise I'm totally FUCKED. Plan B would be to scream my lungs out until im found. Feeling something harder and with a pokey bit, I assume it's the dogs nips.. so I open my mouth and suck it into my mouth, instinctively sucking milk into my gullet. Oh... oh damn... Why is this fuckin fire??? I happily guzzle down as much milk as my infant body can handle, the dog licking me clean the entire time.
- Fast Forward - Few Days Later -
All by my selllllff... Don't wanna be.. I sing to myself mentally to try and keep myself sane with the dark overall silence. The mother dog having wrapped her body around mine to keep me warm.. I don't hear any puppies? She must have lost her litter..? that's why she took a human baby in?? I mentally sigh out with sadness to the dog. Smacking my lips as I lay on my side. Well, it should be enough time right? So hard to tell time when you can't fucking SEE..
I lock in and forcefully open my eyes, whining out when the light burns my retinas like that fish that saw King Neptune's bald head from SpongeBob. I shake it off and squint, getting a look at the dog that's cared for me. Looks like an abandoned Shiba with a sort of tag in her ear? I look around and my jaw drops when I see the dead bodies of various other puppies pushed to the side. But I notice that all of the puppies are mutts it seems. Sighing out with remorse for the mother dog I look down to my hands- only to blank.
.....where.. where are my hands? I stare down with my jaw dropped, seeing a pair of puppy PAWS where my stubby human baby hands should be. Did.. Did I get reincarnated as a FUCKING DOG?!?! I whine out loudly making the mother dog look over to me, licking me gently to try and soothe my existential crisis. NOT EVEN A CAT?! A FUCKIN DOG! GOD DAMMIT! I DON'T HAVE MURDER MITTENS TO DEFEND MYSELF! FUCKKK!!!! I scream into the void with my mind, mentally cussing out all of the gods from various pantheons in my mind. I WONT BE ABLE TO GET MY FUCKIN HAREM EITHER!! THERE'S NOT A SHOT IN HELL IM FUCKING ANOTHER DOG EITHER! AND I SURE AS SHIT AINT COMMITING BEASTIALITY WITH A HUMAN! THE THOUGHT OF HAVING SEX WITH A HUMAN AS A DOG IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!!! ANIMALS CANT CONSENT! IM NOT ABOUT TO TURN SOMEONE INTO A ZOOPHILE!!! FUCK MY ISEKAI LIFE!!! I slam my head against the floor repeatedly. Mentally contemplating committing self deletion for another shot at being human this time.. but then again I don't know what world I'm in? Or if I will get a respawn..
'Pup? What is wrong? It's okay. It's safe. Mom is here.' I hear a voice say with a soft motherly tone, the dog nuzzling me gently. My brain blue screens as I analyze what was just said inside my head.
I look up to the dog with shock, realizing I can understand her. 'M..om?' I manage to whimper out to her, trying to speak dog which is really hard apparently.
'ah! You speak so soon! You are so smart!' The mother dog stares at me with shock, littering my face with kisses.. aka gentle licks. 'no pup of mine has spoken so soon before!' her tail wags a mile a minute behind her.
I try to stand up and walk, only to tumble forward with a mental curse. I huff out with anger knowing I can't do much for now other than sleep, eat and shit... I decide to eat some more. It's not like I've got anything better to do..
- ??? Later -
Standing up I manage to walk forward with unsteady legs towards the side of what appears to be an abandoned dresser that I'm inside of. My puppy body becoming more resilient since I've been focusing on training it while my mother dog has been scavenging for her own food. I get on my back legs and peak over the edge, seeing what looks like an abandoned house.
Mama dog walks into the room, eyes lighting up when she sees me. 'You must stay hidden, my pup.' she tries over to me hurriedly, sliding into the small space and pulling me close.
'Me.. Ty..ler. no pup..' I manage to enunciate with glittering eyes. Not wanting this dog to name me something other than my human name. I'll always be Tyler.
'Tyler? That is your name you chose?' she cocks her head to the side with a look of confusion, I nod my head to her with a soft bark which translates to yes. 'Alright Tyler.. I am Haru.. your mother.' she licks me again and I smile up to her.
'When.. we..' I look towards where she came from and she sigh through her nose. I can hear the mumbling sound of people on the other side of the walls.
'Not yet, Tyler.' She tells me softly with a canine smile. 'When you walk strong, then we go.' she nuzzles into me and lays down, making sure I'm comfortable. 'I teach you how to survive.' I huff out knowing I won't be able to leave for some months.. ugh and there's no fast travel or wait thing.. EUUUGHHHHHH.