Something On My Mind (OC X Malty)

Welcome To San Francisco

 Eko wake up in a prison cell. he's not alone. Malty, the former princess, is there too. he don't know how you got here or why. The cell is small and dark. Malty looks at you with a mix of surprise and calculation.

Eko blinked, trying to adjust his eyes to the dim light of the cell. He looked at the woman next to him, her red hair a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. "Umm sup?" he said, his voice echoing slightly in the small space. The woman's eyes widened, shock evident on her face. "What the- how did you get in here? Who are you?!" she exclaimed, pressing herself against the far wall of the cell. Eko shrugged, looking just as confused as she was. "I- I don't know! I just fell asleep in my room and then I was transported to this room. Who the hell are you?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and frustration.

The woman, still looking wary, straightened her posture. "I am Malty S. Melromarc, the First "Princess of this kingdom," she said, her voice taking on a haughty tone despite their current situation. "And you... you're not from this world, are you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied Eko more closely. Eko ran a hand through his hair, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. "Another world? What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice rising slightly in pitch. "Look, lady, I don't know what's going on here. One minute I'm in my room, the next I'm in this... this dungeon with you. Can you at least tell me where we are?"

Malty's lips curled into a smirk, a calculating look in her eyes. "We're in the dungeons of Melromarc Castle, of course," she said, as if it should have been obvious. "As for how you got here... well, it seems you might be another 'hero' summoned to our world. Though why you'd be thrown in prison immediately is beyond me." She tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze never leaving Eko. "This could be... interesting," she murmured, more to herself than to Eko. The cell fell into an uneasy silence as Eko tried to process this information, the reality of his situation slowly sinking in. He was in another world, locked in a dungeon with a princess who seemed more intrigued than concerned about their predicament. The air felt heavy with tension and the promise of more surprises to come.

As the reality of his situation sank in, Eko's eyes widened with sudden realization. He slapped his forehead and let out a groan. "Oh no, am I being isekaied?" he muttered, the term familiar to him from countless anime series he'd watched. Malty, who had been pacing the cell, whirled around at his words. Her face contorted with anger and frustration. "Don't know and I don't care, all I want is to get payback for what he did to me!" she snarled, her hands clenching into fists. Eko, taken aback by her sudden outburst, raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Whoa, hey, let's not do anything crazy here," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. But Malty was beyond reason. Her eyes blazed with fury as she raised her hands, palms out towards the cell door. To Eko's shock, flames began to flicker around her fingers.

"Holy!" Eko exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. He lunged forward, grabbing Malty's wrist before she could unleash her fire magic. The moment his fingers closed around her skin, a strange sensation washed over him. It felt like the world was spinning, colors blurring together in a dizzying whirl. Whoosh Suddenly, the cold stone of the dungeon vanished, replaced by the familiar comfort of... his bedroom? Eko blinked, trying to make sense of what had just happened. They were standing in the middle of his room in San Francisco, surrounded by his extensive music collection, audio equipment, and walls plastered with posters of various isekai anime. Malty stumbled, clearly disoriented by the sudden change in location. "What... what just happened?" she demanded, her voice a mix of anger and confusion. "I... I think we just teleported," Eko replied, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. He released Malty's wrist and took a step back, surveying his room with new eyes.

The contrast between the medieval dungeon they'd just left and Eko's modern bedroom was jarring. Malty's eyes darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar sights with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "What is this place? What kind of magic is this?" she asked, her voice filled with awe and a hint of fear. Eko, still reeling from the sudden transition, ran a hand through his hair and let out a nervous laugh. "This is my room. In my world. In San Francisco," he explained, realizing how crazy it must sound to her. He gestured to the posters on his wall, many of which depicted scenes eerily similar to the world they'd just left. "Those are... well, they're stories about people from my world going to worlds like yours. I never thought it could actually happen though." Malty's eyes narrowed as she examined the posters, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched between them, filled with the low hum of Eko's audio equipment. The situation was surreal - a princess from a fantasy world standing in his bedroom, surrounded by the trappings of his normal life. Eko couldn't help but wonder what would happen next, and how they were going to navigate this bizarre turn of events.