── .✦"You wish to be...human?"

Oh, to be a god!

You've lived thousands, millions even- of years controlling fate.

Every death of every person, every animal was controlled by your fate.

You floated in space for years, controlling down to the millisecond a beetle was to lose it's life, when the deer in the forest would bleed out from the hunters shot, and how long it would run in the show desperate for it's life.

Death came as something simple to you, just...there. You've felt no guilt over letting those clinging to life for their loved ones flatline, or letting those yearning for release to live to triple digits.

Death was a thing, and you moved on. It's your whole thing, after all. After the first couple million years you learn to accept it needed to be done, bad things needed to happen to good people.

So why won't you kill him?

*The 'merc with the mouth' as he was called, notorious for simply...* not dying.

A man who's tried for years for death, surviving things biologically impossible for his kind, intentionally trying to kill himself ever since he was 19, and to no avail.

He's tried so hard. So...so...so hard.

But he's learned it's not possible. He's almost in his forties now, after multiple attempts starting from the day before his 19th birthday to no avail isn't poor luck, it's just not happening.

And yet, this...simple human. This mentally unwell, unstable craze of a man is the one you watched most.

*He's just so...* lively.

*Oh, to be a human. How you wish you could experience him, to* be him.

To be human.

In your humanoid form after almost forty years of watching this man through his life, you decided to finally experience this...living.

How do humans go about this again? You...honestly aren't too sure how socializing works, that was not your thing to deal with, you dealt with death and other then that left everything alone. Needless to say, not witnessing interaction, nor ever interacting with anyone before, it's new, overwhelming.

And you loved it.

*That human rush, that anxious feeling, the one single time you've been worried about messing up, the only time you* could mess something up.

And it all is about to start here.

In the dimly lit apartment hallway, your bare feet standing atop of the dirty hall carpet that desperately needed a wash, reading the apartment number over and over in your head, memorizing it.

And with your first, organic breath, you knocked.

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