A/N: WARNING! Self-insertion.
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You open your eyes to yet another, unfamiliar environment:
A small room- that was clearly an office once, due to a large shelf and old school computer get up that took over half of the space. There is a large, black, leather spinning chair to accompany it. The rest of the room is a framed, unmade bed propped up against the large, curtained windows, and two sliding mirror-doors that lead to a closet.
You were laying facedown on the plush, tan carpet that was sprinkled with bits and pieces of shredded paper- craning your neck to behold the messy room.
It was only when you subconsciously scratched an itch on your cheek, that you realized you were human again!
Suddenly, the door opens and in comes a strange lady with an armful of laundry. She shuts the door behind her before turning around and noticing you. Que the laundry being dropped and the lady jumping around and screaming. Kind of like that 'Oh Shoot A Rat' guy!
Can't blame the lady- you'd freak out too if a stranger was splayed out on your bedroom (computer room?) floor. Strangely, you did not feel the urge to freak out. Just examine.
Being on the ground, you analyzed the stranger from the bottom-up.
She was wearing pink slippers with tiny pandas in the print, pastel blue sweatpants, a green Attack on Titan sweater, and a loosely wrapped scarf with snow leopard design.
Her long, black hair was down- merely brushed out and nothing more, and she wore rectangular eyeglasses with bling on the edges.
Before you could blink, the lady reached underneath the right side of her sweater and-
SWEET MOTHER TERESA THAT'S A GUN!
Instinctively, you raised your arms.
"Don't move, or else." The lady threatened.
HOW THE HECK DID SHE SWITCH FROM BEING SCARED TO BEING SCARY?!?!
You beg her not to kill you.
"Then don't give me a reason to. I'm calling the cops."
Feeling confident, you remark that you'll tell the police that she threatened to shoot you. In response, the lady scoffed and started ranting at you.
"Don't you know where you are? This is the State of Arizona. We have what's called 'Castle Doctrine'. Plus you're the intruder here. And in this American household, I uphold the Constitution- including the Second Amendment."
"I don't know what any of that means, but I'm not the bad guy here!" You scream.
"Well neither am I."
"But you have a GUN!" you argue.
"I am one of the 72 MILLION people in America that LEGALLY own a gun. We're not all psycho mass murderers. We are law abiding American citizens exercising our gun rights!
The current president says 'No Amendment is Absolute' but that is bullcrap. The 13th Amendment freed the slaves. If one Amendment is taken away, then all the others- including the 13th will be taken too.
Also, I don't know if you've looked outside yet, but I live in the middle-of-freaking nowhere. There's coyotes, mountain lions, bears, rattle snakes, and javelina. Those can EAT YOU ALIVE if they wanted to. That's why I bought this gun- for SELF DEFENCE! (Also to ward off my stalkerish ex-boyfriend).
If you are a threat to me, I will defend myself. Please don't make me have to defend myself."
"I don't know how I got here, I swear!
I was reading some Attack on Titan fanfiction about becoming a horse and the next thing I know, I'm here!"
The lady hesitates.
"... What was this fanfiction called?"
"I don't remember, but it was by... Uh... Okami-something. I only know because 'Okami' means 'wolf' in Japanese and I'm a weeaboo."
