A/N- I'm not aiming for something too serious, just a fun little self insert. Expect OOC characters, and after a while, i'm just scrapping the series's plot with my own probably worse one. It's gonna start off slowly, I just need to build everything up first, so, please, bear with me. I also am apparently unable to write in my native language, so please bear with that also. If you don't like various curse you might not like this. Short chapters cause I'm lazy. But, at least I can update more often.
Thanks, and enjoy!
"Saying stuff"
Thinking stuff
Noises or other stuff
Damn, this headache is terrible.
I opened my eyes. I was in what appeared to be a hospital bed. This is not where I fell asleep last night. I went to sit up, but then winced as I felt a dull pain all over. I'm sore too, great. Did I do anything stupid last night, or, what? All I could remember from 12 hours ago were blurry images of eating dinner, then sitting on the couch. Ok, that solves that problem. But why am I in the hospital then? Did I have a stroke or something?
I turned to check out my current residence. It was a barebones, desolate room. The wall in front of me was white, with no decorations or medical instruments. Just a solid wall. The wall to my left was the same but it had a small window. To my right was what I assumed was an IV, and a heart monitor, or whatever the hell those things were called, and a small nightstand. I looked around, trying to figure out my possibly bad condition.
On my wrist was a hospital wristband. KUREK, HUNTER. 01.23.01 CONCUSSION, CAR ACCIDENT. Wait what?! I didn't even drive last night! How the hell could I have been in a car accident? And was that number a patient number? It looks like a birth date. No, that can't be, I wasn't born in 2001. This whole situation was just confusing and strange.
My arms looked different too, smaller, less defined, as if I were younger. "This is just...", I started, but my voice sounded different also. It too sounded younger. No, this can't be. I'm probably just dreaming or something. I pinched my face to make sure I was dreaming, but I felt it clear as day. I look at the nightstand, and saw my phone. Finally, something I recognize. I was about to unlock it when I saw my reflection.
I was younger. My face was more androgynous, my adam's apple basically gone, and my hair was down to my shoulders. Wait, I sweartoGodif... I gave myself a quick pat down to make sure I hadn't "changed"... Thank God, that would have been weird, and probably out of some shitty fanfiction. I can deal with this maybe younger? me.
I unlocked my phone, everything on it seemed the same as yesterday. JULY 13TH 2014. Ok, guess I am 14.I need to find out where the hell I am... I checked my phone, as that was the easiest way to find out. It said I was in Tokyo.
No. What? Pff,no. There's no way I could go all the way around the world in 12 hours, while still sleeping, and becoming "younger". But now that I looked at it, really looked at it, the symbols on these medical machines are in, uhh what was it called again? Kanji. Yeah, that. I stared at one for a second, and then I felt a 'click'.
I understood what it meant. Not like reading where I knew what it sounded like and what the word was, but I knew its English equivalent. I looked up some random Japanese page, and after a second, could read it. Well here's another thing to add to damn the list of freaky shit going on.
Interrupting my thoughts, a nurse came in. "How are you doing Hunter?", she said, but in Japanese. I understood it though. "I'm fine." I said English in my brain, and it came out in Japanese. Ok, I can speak it too. "That's good, you were out for a while." Maybe I can play dumb, to find some answers. "I..I was? For how long?" Believable I guess. "About 2 days.", she told me, calmly too. That's probably why I'm so sore. "Is it okay if I walk around a bit? I need to get some fresh air." "You can walk, but stay inside, you aren't recovered enough yet."
She helped me up and opened the door, as I was still a little weak. The hallway of the hospital was profoundly dull. White ceiling tiles. White walls. White floors. White fucking air. The nurse walked off once I was starting to walk on my own. To the left, the hall looked to extend forever. To the right, there were 2 other rooms, then a window.
Outside, there were skyscrapers everywhere. The sun was still somewhat near the horizon, so it must have been around 10ish. I was probably on a lower floor, as I could still make out the faces of people walking on the sidewalk outside. Then suddenly, a loud ass siren went off, and lights were flashing everywhere.
EMERGENCY EVACUATION-PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR DESIGNATED SHELTER. Shelter? Why? Wait, where the hell do I go? I looked at the street again, and it was deserted, as if no-one was there in the first place. I started to walk down the hallway, as it would be probably be safer than looking out a window.
Boom, Boom! I snapped back around to the window. That when I saw them. No more than 500 meters in front of me, standing to the right, was the purple horned Evangelion Unit 01, from a damn anime, in front of my fucking eyes. On the left, the 4th goddamn Angel. Fuckfuckfuck no, fuck, this isn't real. This isn't some fucking self-insert fanfic. No,nononon... I did not want this true.
Of all the possible worlds whatever sick bastard that put me in here could have chosen, it was Neon Genesis Evangelion. Yeah, piloting an Evangelion would be pretty cool, as long as it didn't involve fighting angels or stopping the world's souls from getting sucked into a giant Rei. And now not only do angels exist, but the King of Bastards does too, Seele does too, and all the pilots that will eventually go fucking insane do too. Fuck. The plan to tang everyone is probably in motion too. And of course, it'll probably be me that has to fix this shit. Fuck.