Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
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The young boy with black skin, drenched in cold sweat, runs frantically through a dark, rainy forest on a cold night. Dirt, cuts, and bruises cover his body and clothes, making him look battered and disheveled. He clutches a katana in his right hand, struggling to catch his breath as he hops over fallen trees, logs, and branches. The sound of multiple footsteps pursuing him from the shadows drives him forward in terror.
Suddenly, he trips on a branch and falls, hitting his head and causing it to bleed from the side. Ignoring the pain, he quickly stands up, placing his hand on the wound, and continues to run for his life.
"OH GOD!!!! OH FUCK!!!! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!!! HOW AND WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN HERE!!!!!" he yells out in a panicked state, his heart pounding loudly, and tears streaming down his face. His desperation and fear propel him forward, but as he runs out of breath, he approaches a large tree and turns to face it, trying to catch his breath.
Turning around, he sees the monstrous creatures emerging from the shadows. In a panic, he grips the katana with both hands, but his hands tremble uncontrollably. His body, paralyzed by fear, refuses to move despite his desperate attempts. The boy stands there, unable to escape, as the monsters close in on him.
"You've got nowhere to run, little demon slayer~~," one of the monsters taunted with a malicious laugh, its abnormally huge tongue licking its lips. Four other monsters emerged from the shadows, their fangs and claws dripping with crimson blood. They stared at the boy with hunger, venom, and bloodlust. Suddenly, all five monsters pounced at him simultaneously.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" The boy screamed loudly, feeling the end was near as the monsters' claws were mere inches from his face until suddenly...
(*ALARM BEEPING SOUNDS*)
**6:00 am (03/21/22)**
**Myron's POV**
"AHHHHHHHHHHH FUCCKKKK!!!!!" I shouted loudly, my eyes snapping open as the loud sound of my alarm jolted me awake. Breathing hard, I looked around and found myself in my own bed, in my own room. My vision was slightly blurry as I rubbed my eyes and looked up at the dark ceiling above me.
"Ahh, another weird and fucked up dream like always, thank god," I said to myself in relief as I tried to calm my breathing.
"Alexa, turn on the LED lights, please," I said in a tired and annoyed tone. The dimmed colorful lights around the frame of my loft bed and the back of my TV slowly faded to different colors, illuminating my entire room. The first things I saw were my framed posters of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, a Japanese poster of waves, Dragon Ball Super, and Scarface.
"What kind of dream is that? It looked and felt so fucking real. Like... somehow, it's like I'm in some kind of anime," I said to myself in disbelief, placing my hand on my head in confusion.
