With each of them having throbbing headaches, a group of people woke up in the middle of a forest.
"W-Where are w-we...?" A teenage girl with long, pink hair stuttered.
"Calm down, Fluttershy..." Another girl, looking to be the same age as the other, assured. She brushed her pink and purple bangs out of her eyes.
"We're not in Ponyville anymore, and we have hands and tall legs! This. Is. Awesome!" An excitable teen bounced. In a different section of the forest, there was another trio.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't uproot this tree and slap you with it, flea!" A blonde man wearing a bartender outfit raged.
"Easy now, Shizu-Chan~ All of this has nothing to do with me, honest." A man wearing a fur-trimmed coat put his hands up in defense.
"[Shizuo, Izaya, please calm down. This isn't the time for fighting.]" Her text wasn't really helpful, as Shizuo started chasing Izaya in circles. The biker internally sighed and leaned against a tree. Somewhere near a mansion, there was another confused group of people, err...countries. An Italian man looked up at the mansion in complete fear.
"G-Germany...I...How...How d-did we end up here again...? I swore to never come back here..." He shook at painful memories filled his mind. Germany, a well-built and serious man, could only comfort his friend. Japan, a quiet man, was trying to figure out the whole situation. How did they come here? Why were they here? Near an old hotel, there was another teenage trio.
"Danny...We're not in Amity Park anymore, are we?" A tech-savvy boy looked at the hotel.
"What have we gotten ourselves into now?" A goth girl sighed.
"Relax, guys. I'm sure it's not a big deal." A seemingly ordinary teen tried to calm his friends. Suddenly, a couple of microphones popped out of the ground.
"Greetings. I'm sure you're wondering why you're here..."