Saga of Tanya the Evil

C.E. 18th July 1914, Imperial Capital Berlun/Somewhere

The first thing "it" felt was the blinding light. Surrounded by the surreal feeling of gentleness and warmth, "it" enjoyed a brief moment of peace. This warm, yet slightly prickly sensation could completely make one forget oneself. Forget oneself? Right, as if something was lost, but what was it? What was the thing that had been forgotten?

Before even thinking about it, "it" started to tremble all of a sudden. After a short moment of delay, its mind began to comprehend the feeling of coldness; a coldness that could easily penetrate the skin. Just like a newborn baby feeling cold for the first time. However the subject in mind didn't have the luxury to experience it in full.

As if suddenly encountering the assault of a previously known yet forgotten sensation, "it" began to panic under the intense feeling of suffocation, and started to struggle.

Lungs, body, every single cell within the body screamed for oxygen, the pain was unbearable. Unable to remain calm and to think, the only thing "it" could do was to struggle.

Without being able to exercise any control of the body, the only thing "it" could do was to struggle painfully under duress.

All of the pain and suffering had easily clouded its consciousness, and then, as if finally liberated from the human existence which had not cried for the longest of time, the body started to cry instinctively.

With the consciousness murky and the sense of self a mess, "it" opened its eyes to a gray sky. A blurry world… No, perhaps it was only its vision that was blurred? It was a twisted world seen through unfitting spectacles.

The outlines were blurry and the colours chaotic, even "it" who had not felt as much emotions in all those years began to sense the unease.

After what felt objectively to be about 3 years, "it" finally started to gain back its consciousness and form, feeling only pure confusion.

Just what the heck is going on? What happened to me? "It" entered a vessel that was unable to maintain consciousness for long periods of time, and still couldn't properly recall this information.

Therefore, "it" was unable to understand why the sound of a baby's cry that was barely audible each time its consciousness began to fade had made "it" feel so embarrassed.

Mature adults aside, a baby would normally cry. Given a fair chance and appropriate protection, by rights a baby shouldn't feel "embarrassed" at all.

Therefore, "it", with its senses and consciousness all jumbled started to relax, and threw this unclear sense of shame deep into the recesses of its memories.

After that, although still confused, "it" had finally gained a general idea of the situation "it" was currently in, yet even then, it only further added to its confusion.

"It" clearly remembered that it was at the platform of the Yamanote Line, however, after snapping back to reality, "it" found itself inside a thick, stone-built, western-style building with a nanny-like nun wiping its lips.

If this was a hospital, it was understandable to infer that an accident had occurred. That could also explain as to why its vision was blurry due to having suffered an injury.

However when its eyes could finally begin to see clearly of its surroundings, all that was in view under the dim lights were the figures of nuns wearing archaic attire. The reason for the dim light...if not mistaken, would be due to the gas lamps which clearly belonged to a different era.

"Come, Tanya-chan, ahhhhh—-"

At the same time, "it" discovered something else that was abnormal; there were no electrical appliances in the room. In the modernized society of 2013, the room "it" was in simply contained way too much old and useless junk and was lacking in electrical appliances. Are these people Mennonite conservatives or the Amish? Even so...why? Why am I in this place?

"Tanya-chan? Tanya-channn?"

An unexplainable situation. The multitude of questions and doubts kept piling on and on.

"Alrighty, be obedient and open your mouth, Tanya-chan"

The current question which needed to be answered was, "Just what is going on?" Thus, "it" shifted its vision to the spoon served in front of it, but even though "it" had noticed the existence of the spoon, the thought that the spoon was for itself had never occurred in its mind. All it felt was to question why that "Tanya" person still hasn't eaten yet.

However the nun that was in front of "it" (who was deeply in thought) must have reached her end of her patience. With a gentle smile that wouldn't accept, "no," for an answer, she shoved the spoon in her hand into "its" mouth.

"Don't be picky now. Come. ahhhh——-"

It was a spoon of stewed vegetables, but at the same time of this spoon, without a doubt, it dragged "Tanya" back to reality.

The over-stewed vegetables was the only thing that was stuffed into its mouth. But the one who was forced to eat this, this unexplainable situation only made its thoughts even more confused. In other words: that...was me. The one they called Tanya.

And then "it" screamed from the bottom of his heart—"Why?"