Communication is Key

Daijoubu?

The last thing you remember is going to bed. Curling up under your blankets, the familiar texture of your pillow under your cheek as you rolled into your favorite sleeping position. A typical night, nothing out of the ordinary. There was absolutely nothing you could think of that would cause any sort of weird shit to happen during the night. You didn't even have any weird dreams.

Honestly though, you might feel better if you had.

When your eyes open again, a girl is standing over you.

You don't know who she is, and you're confused at first. Her hair is purple and choppy, her big wet eyes looking you over with worry. She perks up as you lift your head with a groan - the world is spinning, there's soft ground underneath you, and your heart starts pounding as you finally process that this is not your bed.

"D-daijoubu desu ka?" The girl leans closer, her purple eyes filled with concern. Still reeling, your brow knits together as you look up at her. "What?"

"Ah!" She yelps, seeming to panic for a moment. "Ah, ah..." She thinks hard for a moment before saying slowly, with an accent, "A-are you okay?"

Too frazzled to answer, you look around, trying to sit up. She places a firm hand on your chest and pushes you back down. "Stay, please."

"What's happening?" You look up at her, confused. "Where- how did I-?" The sand underneath your body is warm. The bright sun hurts your eyes, but you look over her again. She looks like a cosplayer, a really good one at that. She looks exactly like Mikan Tsumiki from SDR2. So, are you at a convention with a sudden bout of amnesia, or...?

"Tsumiki-san, daijoubu?" A voice calls, and your heart stops. You recognize that voice.

The girl looks up and starts talking, and you follow her gaze. Across the sand, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, is Nagito Komaeda. The white, messy hair, the long green jacket and the weird zipper shoes... At first, you're convinced he must just be a really good cosplayer, but when he opens his mouth to reply to whatever the girl just said, your stomach churns. There's no doubt. That's his voice from the Japanese version of the game.

There's no way, right? There's no way in hell you just got fucking isekai'd?

The girl looks back at you. "Do you speak Japanese?" She asks, clasping her hands over her chest. You think hard for a moment, trying to remember the word for 'small'. "Uh, chiisai ?" You're not sure if that word should be used in this context, but it's the best you can do. She seems to relax a bit at that, taking you by the arm. "Up, up." Following her lead, she helps you stand. You wobble a bit, but her hold on you is firm.

She says something to Komaeda, who says something in response, but you can't pick up on anything they're talking about. You feel nauseous. Fucking christ, you got isekai'd into a version of the game where they don't speak English. You're gonna fucking die.

"Ah, c-calm, calm!" Tsumiki frantically shouts, placing her palm flat on your chest. It's only then you realize how heavily you're breathing, your heart is pounding so hard in your chest it's physically painful. Komaeda comes closer, and from behind him comes a boy with a haircut so shitty you have to assume he's Hinata. They all seem confused and concerned, but they aren't freaking out the way you are. It makes sense. They have no clue what's going to happen in the next month or so, but you do.

They're all talking, partially to each other and partially to you, but even if you were better at speaking Japanese you'd be too distressed to figure out what the fuck they were saying. Your chest hurts, you feel like you're suffocating, like you can't draw a deep enough breath. You can feel your body shaking, and seeing how bad a state you're in, Tsumiki gently tugs you downward. "Down, back down!"