𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Into the Game, Out of Reality

AN: I thought of this idea last night when I was replaying RE4R for the millionth time, and knew I had to write it ASAP! It's a reverse imagine of the idea of 'self-aware', where instead the Reader is transported into the game!

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One second I'm loading up my favourite comfort game, Resident Evil 4 Remake, the next second the world around me blurs, with colours and familiar shapes mixing together, melting into a whirlpool of sensations. It feels like the push of a rollercoaster, that brief second of freefalling and being thrown down, down down. By time the chaos subsides I'm confused, feeling sick and definetly not where I was. I look around at the medieval style village, heart racing as I swallow the hot bile in my throat, I know this place. I've seen it so many times. But how the fuck did I get into the game? I must be dreaming. 

The air is thick with tension, as if the world knows something is about to happen. I stand up on shaky legs, the ground beneath me feels stiff enough to be real, but I pinch myself anyway, yelping as the pain shoots through me. My eyes widen as my breathing picks up. This is real. I gasp, pressing a hand to my mouth as I spin in a circle, noticing the familiar sights of the houses and town hall. I take a step forward, unsure of what I'm doing, but it seems to trigger something. As if this world senses movement, and all of a sudden the eerie looking villagers begin to appear from the corner, all mumbling lowly as they shuffle towards the village square. I panic, I've got no weapons and don't even know if they're going to attack me, but I don't want to stick around and find out either. Using my knowledge of the game I spin and race for the main gate, it's still closed which means Leon hasn't arrived here yet, he's probably now getting out of the police car. Maybe he can help me? 

I squat low, hanging by the main gate as I watch the creepy villagers linger in their spots, no doubt waiting for the main character to appear and disturb their peace. I hold my breath, body trembling as I try to comprehend everything that's happened, but there's no time. Behind me the gate opens, stealing my breath as my biggest fictional crush and favourite character Leon S. Kennedy appears, wearing that iconic aviator jacket and constant frown. I stare, lips parted despite this not being the time to swoon. As if sensing something not right, his head turns in my direction, his blue eyes widen in shock as he crouches low to avoid the villagers' sight, then he leaps for me. I open my mouth to scream, but he covers it with one hand, his sight darting back to the undisturbed figures. 

"Shhh," He roughly says, peeking a head over the fence, "you've got to keep quiet unless you want to get us both killed." I nod, blinking as he peels his hand away and gives me some space. I suck in a breath of air, blushing at the moment I've always dreamed about. "You're not from here, are you?" He muses, looking me up and down. I look at myself, glad that I'm in a somewhat decent outfit. I guess the game tried to make me look like one of the characters, giving me new clothes but in my aesthetic. I still stick out like a sore thumb though. 

"No, I'm not. Actually I'm not from here at all. You won't believe me but-" 

"I know. I've done this same mission countless times and explored this entire map with every inch of my life, and I've never encountered you before. It makes sense that you're not from this world." Leon mumbles, silencing me. I guess the video game logic is valid, kind of like that movie 'Wreck It Ralph', except there won't be any cute or funny moments here. I'll have to survive and finish the game if I want to get home, I'm sure of it. "Are you alright? I know it's a lot to take in..." Leon's voice takes on a softer tone, his expression now filled with concern rather than hardened annoyance. 

"I don't think I am, but I've got no choice but to just roll with it." I whisper, hearing the fire start as that poor police man begins to get burnt alive. I wince at the screams, hearing it in real life is nothing compared to behind a screen. Leon reaches out, placing a hand on my arm as he gives me a look that resembles pride. Oh My God, is Leon Kennedy proud of me?!