Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

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Alternative Title: Strange dreams are never good sign

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At some point of sitting in boredom at the desk you chose to endure detention with, you find yourself endlessly scrolling jadedly on social media. What year was Phoenix Drop High even supposed to take place in? Linearly speaking you could basically assume it took place in the early 2000's, but that was merely a hopeful guesstimate. The phone in your hand was an Iphone, and while it was considered outdated to the phone you had in your previous life, it was definitely more ahead of its time out here in the now?

You faintly recall Pandora telling you how the first Iphone was released in 2007, would that factoid mean being here within the plot put the timeline closer to the 2010's? Mathematically and possibly even chronologically did that even make sense? The second second season of Mystreet took place during 2016 after all– sighing in frustration you briefly pondered if trying to categorize the Mystreet timeline was even a worthy effort.

The universe itself was riddled with retcons, you'd probably get a brain aneurysm if you attempted to apply logic from your old world to the realm of Mystreet modicum. Rolling your eyes you couldn't help but internally groan. Whatever, all that mattered was the fact it was definitely too early for TikTok to exist. It was a hard choice between whether that was a good or bad thing... If given the choice of hearing Aaron endearingly call Aphmau a stupid potato or Anna practically screaming "On skibidi" in your ear, you'd rather take your chances with a gun...to the temple.

Oh gosh, you could only imagine the horrors the Mystreet cast would get into if given the opportunity to feast their eyes on TikTok brain rot, it would be your own personal purgatory that's for sure. Shivering in repulsion you quickly buried away the thought into some soon to be forgotten corner, you rather not even contemplate the mere idea. Thumb pressing against the glass screen of the device, you briefly look up only to deadpan at the sleeping teacher, his assistant Jeffory had to leave when Nurse Pix needed his aid back in their office.

The male had left hesitatingly, hand braced on the door knob, before he seemed to realize that between the three of you (one who was glaring at her phone, one who was for sure sulking at the surface of his desk, and then you were just kind staring him with a smile) nothing negative was going to aspire. So with a wave in your direction he metaphorically bounced.

Now back to finding some sort of brain stimulation that would hopefully assuage the boredom polluting your mind. Thumb tapping on the app store you quickly went to the game tab, eyes breezing over the onslaught of titles in search of something that held promise. Before your sight came to a halt. Blinking slightly in surprise as the prone face of Hatsune Miku smiles back in your direction. You were in the early 2000's (at least maybe), so how the fuck did the english version of a rhythm game released in 2021 say it was available for download.

You look up away from the screen before glancing back down as if double checking you weren't going through some sort of hallucinatory episode, when yep Project Sekai Colorful Stage still presented itself on your phone. Your lips pursed, you were never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you couldn't help but stall from pressing install. Were you willing to risk falling back down the obsessive rabbit hole you tripped into back in your own world? This was a game you both loved and loathed, as if in a toxic relationship you found yourself playing it, getting frustrated with it and promptly deleting the accursed game. Then after not even a month it would be back in your game library. There was also the fact you had spent a rather sizable amount of money on it...project sekai was your hubris. Really now was not the time to indulge and reignite something akin to an addiction of your past life....