Can I even write Horror…? Well, I'll Give it a try.

I blinked. And in front of me is a group of people, people that some of them should've existed in Anime or Light novel or even cartoons. Fiction. Not living and breathing people standing in front of you. People with animal characteristics on their body. Animal ears, fur, tails. There're some lizard-like people as well.

This development. Could it be? That I've been summoned to another world? An Isekai trope?

Well, Shit.

God, what about my job? I finally got a steady job after a year of unemployment. The pay is good for someone with no experience like me. Hell, from that money I manage to join this cosplay event to join the Costume Competition. So why? Why did this happen?

Ugh, I feel my stomach is acting up. Ah, this is the worst. Watching this Isekai type of anime is plenty entertaining, but who in their right mind would want to be transported to another world. Filled with violence? No peace? No adequately functioning law system?

When is the timeline of this world anyway? No matter where I look, everything screams 'Medieval Time'. I can't help but hang my head low at the piece of information. Great, the medieval time. Sure, why not? It's not like there's many Isekai NOT set in the Medieval timeline.

A sigh escaped me.

…

…

Wait, what…?

"Huh?"

Oh my god! What happened to my voice!?

"Test! Test! One! Two! Aa! Aa!" I clench my head, what the fuck happened?

My voice is like it's dampened and filtered. It's distorted!

Don't tell me…!

I look around frantically for something like a mirror. I noticed the crowd gathering around me is giving me uneasy looks and some of them whispered among themselves as they shot me a suspicious glance. But I couldn't care less about things like that now.

Behind me, I found a fountain of water. I rushed to the fountain and looks at my reflection on the surface of the water.

"Oh, shit…" I feel my new voice wavered as reality started to sink in.

I bring my hands to my mask, wanting to take it off and get fresh air. It won't come off.

"…Oh shit…"

"Oh shit!"

Oh no, NO! God please no! The Plague Doctor's mask won't come off! When I touch it, it's like my face is feeling the touch from my hand directly. It's like…

I feel strength left my feet and I fell on my ass on the ground. Staring at my hand that covered with what should've been gloves. But I feel like I'm not wearing gloves at all.

I've, I've become the Plague Doctor.

As I try to comprehend these bizarre events hitting me one after another, I feel someone approach me.

"Hey, brother. Are you all right?" Someone from the crowd has come to check on me on an act of goodwill, concern on his voice.

!

"No! Wait! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled as loud as I can and tried to get away from the kind man offering help.

But it's too late as his hand rested on my shoulder.

The next second, the man dropped to the ground with a thud. Not making any sign of movement at all.

Dead.

Screams and panic broke out from the crowds. From all the commotion I caught someone screaming 'witch cultist' but I didn't respond in any way. Not to the commotion, not to someone screaming at me saying something that I can't hear quite clearly. Every sound is static in my ears.

My eyes are transfixed at the body lying beside me.

Eh?

He's… dead?

Wha— no. it can't be, right? He just touched my shoulder. He shouldn't have died by just that much right? It's- It must be because of 049, right? Yes, yes that must be the case. It's not my fault. Yes, it's not me, it's him! It's 049's fault. I'm innocent, I'm innocent.

Suddenly, I felt something struck my back.

When I turned around, I see a few men in armor and a sword in each of their arms. It seems like I've been cut. I turn to look over my shoulder at my back. But it seems to not be damaged in any way. I felt it as the sword struck me. But I didn't register it as pain, but it's just, it feels like I was being pushed from the back.

The armed men seem to be the guards of this town.

Hey, but wait! I'm not the one at fault! They need to understand!

One of the guards approaches me again swinging his swords at me.

"NO! Don't touch me!" I intended to take a step back from the attacking guard. But I found myself in the air for a few moments before landing a few feet from the guards.

"Surrender yourself and come quietly! Witch Cultist!" The other guards raise their hands in preparation to do something.

Huh? Wait, witch cultist? No way, no, this can't be happening. Don't tell me this world is—!

As one of the guards chanted.

"GOA!"

After the chant, fireballs flew at me. I managed to dodge some of them. The stray fireball damaging the plaza of some kind. But I got hit by one of the fireballs.

It feels hot. But not the heat that should be generated from being burned by a flying burning ball of flames. It's like the slight heat of the sun that you can feel on your skin.

I saw the guards panicked as none of their attacks seems to work on me. But they still pointed their swords at me. I tried to calm them down once more.

"Please wait! You misunderstand! I didn't kill him it's not me!" to me I sounded desperate. But somehow, they tightened their guard and tensed their body for the next confrontation.

Abruptly, I feel my own body tensed. I sensed the presence of someone approaching. And they feel…

Sick. Very sick.

Pestilence. It's the Pestilence.

My head hurts. What happened. I'm hearing voices in my head.

"What is happening here?" A loud confident voice comes from behind the guards. They made way for the voice owner to pass.

I feel my stomach churns once again as I see who it was.

"Sword Saint! That man is a witch cultist. He had killed one civilian a few moments ago. His powers are unusual, we fear that he's an Archbishop, sir!"

After listening to the report, the young man turned his blue eyes on me. His red hair resembling that of a flame. With righteous will burning in his clear blue eyes.

Argh! Shit! My head!

I stumbled as I held one of my hands to my head, trying to reduce the throbbing pain.

Must cure… the disease…

I. Am. The cure.

"Argh… Rein… hard…" I managed amidst the throbbing pain.

"I see. It seems introductions are unnecessary." He glared at me. "May I ask why you killed that man?"

Kill…? No, I didn't kill him… I…

I CURED HIM.

"I didn't kill him! You misunderstand! It's not me!" I desperately said to him. If it's him, I know he can be reasonable.

But Reinhard's glare sharpened.

"What do you mean you 'cured' him? He's dead. You killed him." Reinhard said. Accusing me of murder, even though I said—

Wait what did Reinhard said? Cure? I didn't say anything about curing anyone…

Then the realization hit me. Along with a heavy headache and my mouth start spouting things I didn't even think of saying.

"You seem to be sick too. I think you need to be cured."

Reinhard tensed his body preparing to strike if needed. It doesn't look like he'll use the dragon sword. Maybe I'm not worthy.

Shit! Save me! Reinhard!

"I think I'll pass. Is there any chance that you'll come with me without a fight?"

I lifted my head at Reinhard's offer. Yes! Yes! This is it!

"Yes, I'm fine with that! But, just don't touch me! It'll be bad if you do." I said. Elated to be able to talk things out peacefully.

Then I raised both of my hands in a gesture asking him to restrain me.

"Very well. You've made the right choice." Reinhard looked relieved and cautiously walks towards me, pulling out some kind of handcuff.

Huh? Wait, somethings wrong.

No! Stop! Reinhard don't touch me!

But my voice won't come out. Reinhard is in front of me. Reaching my hand with his hand. When he touched me, Reinhard quickly pulled his back as if it was burned.

I felt my body move swiftly trying to catch on his arm. But Reinhard is faster and he made some distance from me.

Cure the pestilence.

I reached into the black back on my side and pulls out three syringes filled with an unknown liquid.

Reinhard observed me after he looks at his hand.

"I see. You are indeed a truly unpleasant existence." A harsh word comes flying from Reinhard's mouth. Then he asked one of the guards to lend him his sword.

Reinhard took a stance.

"Reinhard Van Astrea, From the lineage of master swordsmen," Reinhard announced his name as dictated in a proper fighting manner.

But I just stood there watching him silently. Then with a quick movement that I can hardly follow with my own eyes, I threw the syringes at him with the frightening speed at the same time as Reinhard swing his sword.

My vision flashed. And when I blinked.

None of the knights and Reinhard is here.

What? did I die? But this doesn't feel like a return by death. Yes, I've come to the conclusion that this is Re: Zero's world.

If I'm not the one that has return by death then that means—

"Subaru!"

Hey! Got a mood to write about Re: Zero. Re: Zero is interesting that it's easy to make crossover fanfic because of the way the story started.

I've been imagining many other characters is the one to be called rather than Subaru. What would happen in Arc one then?

Oh, and I get the inspiration of OC doing cosplay from Writer with bad Grammar T-T's Re: Zero Why Me? Crossover fanfic. Go check it out if you haven't already.

Anyways, this story doesn't have a fixed update date yet as I'm currently focusing on My One punch man x Fate story.

I was thinking maybe I'll put a temporary stop on that story at a certain point and continue my other story. And I'll do the same with this and go back to that, In a rotating kind of way.

Oh, and I was thinking of making one with Classroom of Elite's Ayanokouji Kiyotaka in Re: Zero these days since fanfic about him is really on the low side. Probably on next week after King's chapter update like this on because I'm currently trying to get Ayanokouji's character as close as I possibly can. For an inexperienced writer like me, it'll be difficult though.

Well, do leave some thoughts on this story or about the A.N,

Bye! And have a good night!