Naruto: Wait, I’m Toneri?!

Darkness.

Androw found himself walking, though he wasn't sure when he had even started. His footsteps echoed in the void, but there was no floor beneath him—just an endless abyss stretching in every direction.

Where the hell am I?

Then, suddenly—

A flash.

A rush of memories that weren't his own flooded his mind. Touch. Presence. Voices. Things he couldn't understand but felt painfully real. His breath hitched.

"What the f**k is this?!" he blurted out, clutching his head as his vision twisted, shifting between past and present.

For a moment, he was no longer himself.

He stood in a grand hall—no, a palace?—surrounded by strange looking people in white robes, their features otherworldly, their presence almost different.

And then—they started to disappear.

One by one, replaced by puppets.

More puppets.

More.

Until, at last, there was only one person left.

A small boy.

Androw turned, watching the scene unfold. The boy stood in the center, his face bright with joy at first. He was surrounded by warmth, by people who treated him with kindness.

Then—they were gone.

In their place, lifeless puppets stared back.

The boy's smile faded.

Until all that remained was him and the puppets.

Loneliness. Isolation. An overwhelming emptiness swallowed everything.

Androw's breathing grew uneven as he finally came face to face with the child. The boy's head tilted slightly, as if seeing him—but there was nothing in his sockets.

He had no eyes.

And yet—Androw could feel the boy staring right into him.

In that moment, they both opened their mouths and spoke at the same time.

"Toneri Ōtsutsuki."

A violent pull yanked Androw backward, and everything shattered into blinding white light.

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His eyes open.

His heart pounded, his breath shaky. Cold sweat ran down his face.

The room—that enormous, ridiculous palace of a bedroom—was filled with puppets.

Not one. Not two.

Dozens.

They stood there silently, their hollow eyes fixed on him, waiting for something.

Androw groaned, rubbing his temples. "Oh, hell no."

He sat up slowly, forcing himself to breathe. His head still throbbed from whatever that weird memory trip was. He had no idea what the f**k just happened, but one thing was for sure—

He wasn't in the mood for this.

His voice came out hoarse but firm.

"Leave."

Like clockwork, every single puppet turned and walked out in perfect synchronization, vanishing through the doors without hesitation.

Androw blinked. "Huh. That was… easier than I thought."

Then his eyes landed on her.

The doll-like maid—the one who had creeped him out earlier.

For the first time, he noticed something familiar about her. A strange resemblance to someone from his own past—a maid he once knew.

His jaw tightened. 

"...You too," he muttered.

She bowed silently, then left without a word.

Now, finally alone, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

The name from that dream burned into his mind.

"Toneri Ōtsutsuki..."

Androw sat in silence. His hands curled into the sheets, his body still tense.

Memories—flashes of a life that wasn't his—lingered in his head.

A child.

Alone.

Blind.

Surrounded only by puppets.

That was all those memories were.

A life with no light.

He swallowed. It felt… wrong. Unfinished. Like something was missing.

Then, an unsettling thought crept into his mind.

If Toneri Ōtsutsuki was blind…

If he had no eyes…

Androw hesitantly raised a trembling hand to his own face. He touched his skin. His eyelids. His irises.

His breath hitched.

"...Why do I have eyes?"

Something wasn't right.

Something wasn't adding up.