/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>24147631
Fantasize, no, but I had a... I won't call it a nightmare. It felt too real to be a dream, and there was too much shit that was unknown to me before this- or that I didn’t know I knew.

>fucking around with full kit on one day in the backyard to get used to how the new plate carrier felt
>rifle, mags, spare batteries, powerbank for phone, bugout ruck loaded with the usual stuff
>take a step backwards, trip on something
>fall
>don’t hit ground
>see the clouds of the LA desert disappear, air goes cold and dank, it’s dark except for red eyes staring from the black
>by the time I can get my sight lined up on one the wind gets knocked out of me by hitting the ground
>clouds
>but the air’s heavy and humid and cicadas are chirping
>what the fuck, where am I-
>see the remnants of two red bows and a mirage-like ‘line’ above where I was
>like a gap in reality
>a gap

I have had a knife pulled on me, I have been approached by a mountain lion, I have heard bullets go past my head, but that realization was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced.

>immediately bolt for the nearest clearing
>bushes rustle
>see ball of darkness
>brain and safety: off

Fun fact; class IV plates stop danmaku but it still hurts. And youkai do not like bullets.

>rip six rounds into the ball, which promptly makes a disturbing half-scream, half-gurgle, and hightail it
>manage to find a small house in the forest
>something flies at me, too fried at this point
>see the small thing
>dot on target
>*bang*
>it suddenly explodes like a grenade
>brain puts two and two together
>apologize loudly
>after a very tense five minutes of staring down a crowd of small, adorable dolls with not-so-cute, very sharp objects, they suddenly go away and a blonde stands on the porch
>very very very carefully approach, be point-blank in my situation
>she looks disgruntled but in exchange for feeding me, “I’m not sure what outsiders use for currency. Something interesting.”
>decided three rounds from my rifle would be suitable
>TL;DR of the next hour is that she’s very pretty, smells nice, has a Romanian accent, and “given it was Yukari that pulled you in, I wish you all the best.”
>gave me a loaf of bread, some butter and a map before shooing me out before ‘that maniac’ comes barging in again
>deciding that it’s best to avoid Marisa, waved and took off
>spent the next day desperately wishing I just refused to leave and ended up her butler or something instead because holy shit fuck gensokyo fuck that place
>ended up getting lost on the way to human village
Cont.