New Server? || A DSMP and Bungou Stray Dogs crossover

A Foreigner?

"What the fuck?"
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After getting his senses under control from being dead, he sits up and takes in his surroundings. That's when he realized, 'This doesn't look like the SMP at all.'

As Tommy sat in an unfamiliar place, one thought crossed his mind: "Where the actual fuck am I?" He took a second to process that it was no longer a thought, since he said that out loud. He looked around at the place he was sitting in. It was an alleyway, he knew that much.

He realized he was sitting on his tail, the pain of it finally registering. Tommy got turned into a hybrid during exile, by one of Dream's "punishments" as he put it. The bastard found a book that can give non-human parts to a human, and decided that the teen was the perfect guinea pig. He gave Tommy demon horns and a tail, saying that "It looks so natural, Tommy! Like it was meant to be!". The younger blonde never believed it, but hey, what was he able to do about it? Jack shit.

Deciding to leave the alleyway, he stood up, stretching out his back. He only had the privilege of one eye, the other blind from Dream. He had gotten too close to one of the explosions during exile, causing him to go partially blind. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he purposely got close to it, hoping it'd kill him. He took a quick moment to analyze himself, and he realized two things:
1.) He looked fucking sad.
and
2) There's now a random ass white streak in his hair.

He huffed to himself, not understand the new hair color, but brushed it off. He looked towards the direction of the road, and the people walking. He noted how... different these people dressed to the way people dressed back home.

After realizing that standing in an alleyway and looking at the road looked sketchy as fuck, he left the alleyway. As he walked, he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. That's when he realized that there wasn't a word of the English language anywhere.

'Japanese it seems.' he concluded, recalling those language lessons Phil forced them through when he was younger. Back before L'Manberg was a thought. The Ancient one always told them that "Just wait, one day, you're going to need this knowledge. And then you're going to thank me.". Well, not that Phil will ever be aware of it, but Tommy did briefly thank the man for those lessons, even though they were boring as fuck.

He looked around for anyone that didn't seem too busy, hoping to get his location. His gaze landed on a person that looked a few years older than him, with white hair and semi-formal looking attire. He approached the person, tapping their shoulder. When the person turned to him, he internally cursed himself for having to dig through his brain for Phil's old lessons.

He nervously chuckled and tried his Japanese, the British accent still there while speaking the foreign words. "U-um, d-do-" he paused, forming the words in his head. "What city is this?" he asked, the words shaky from lack of practice. It seems like it worked though, because he smiled and replied, trying to keep the sentence simple. "You're in Yokohama." the white haired guy answered.

Tommy nodded at the information and looked around, keeping an eye out for anything that resembled a hotel. He turned back to the person, asking another question. "Hotel here?" he asked, noting that he'll have to brush up on his Japanese after he finds a place. The person nodded and pulled out their phone, looking for somewhere to send the blonde teen.

After a minute, the white haired adult looked at Tommy. He paused, looking for a simple way to phrase his sentence. "Yes, can I write the address?" he asked, hoping the teen understood. Said teen nodded, looking through his pockets for a paper. He found a small piece, handing it to the person. After the person finished writing the address and giving basic directions, Tommy started to walk off.