A good Christian boy
Through moonlit streets of concrete and polished rock, of shades of grey and brown, a teenager walked annoyed. The chilly wind (at least by the standards of tropical climates) trying in vain to cool his boiling thoughts. And the sounds of the nearby ocean, for a moment not drowned by beach goers, whispered into his ears a melody of peace.
Not that he would pay attention to these things right now. In this moment, only one thing would soothe his spirits, something he was right now seeking.
"Ugh, I need some wine...", grunted said man, seeking to drown his frustration in spirits.
From the back could be seen a sharp, high quality tuxedo and shoes. From a distance he could be confused for a woman, from his somewhat below average stature and flowing black shoulder length hair. From close up front, he looked more like a man, what with his lightly muscular body, sharp jaw and full beard. To his constant frustration, still he maintained somewhat feminine features in his skin, eyelashes and nose, looking somewhat k-popish. Something his real friends would never let him forget.
Peter had just come out of a coming of age party for the daughter of a cousin of his father's friend. Yeah, when he heard that, not even he was quite sure what kind of relation they had to his family, or why he had to go personally, and not just write some best regards letter like the usual times his parents urged him to help them in their web of connections. Such confusion lasted for about 2 seconds, for as soon as he heard the words "coming of age" and "daughter", it became clear. Another girl they were trying to hook him with, that probably meant he couldn't just stay at the sidelines and make small talk while trying to sneakily rob them of their meats and cheeses, the only good thing about such parties. Of course he was the first to dance with her, and of course it has to be the heck be damned waltz!
Not that the girl was ugly or unpleasant, quite the contrary. But when he's simply not interested, and he's pushed to do it a dozen times, it's no surprise it got old quite fast. Heck, he was not even sure the girl was comfortable with this pushy attitude either! She probably was just as likely forced into dancing the waltz with strangers in the name of "socialization" and "forming connections" like he was, and he didn't even like to dance the waltz! Peter was more of a rock guy, or whatever cool songs he heard about in JoJo.
JoJo always recommended banger songs.
Huffing and puffing, He approached his calming muse. The lovely lady that, since he turned 18, has for a year been by his side during troubled times: the wine shop.
Entering with practiced precision, Peter entered his second home. Cool and conditioned, it smelled absolutely, WONDERFULLY, like wood, spirits, olives and the many other things that go well with a drink. Forgetting all about his previous frustration, Peter put on a smile, a genuine one this time, and approached the well known old lady that ran the shop.
"Antonia! How was your day? Drank any good ones today? Maybe with a little bread, hmmm?", said Peter, asking for a conversation.
"Just fine my boy! Better than that! We got a new shipment today, aged Port from Portugal and Primitivo di Puglia frim Italy, your favorites! I'm sure you're gonna to take at least one of them. That aside, how was your day? Also heard you got accepted into college recently, what course did you get in? I'm sure you had no problem getting into whatever you wanted." in a rasp voice said the grandma, which seemed to have the incredible ability to get younger the more she drank, and she drank a lot. So it wasn't a surprise to see her that talkative, even in the middle of the night.
Two good news and two things he didn't want to talk about, great. Well at least it balanced out, that doesn't usually happens in party days, since those things take pretty much the entire day. Those thoughts assailed his mind, but Peter tried his best to stay positive, not only because that would be a bummer to the conversation he looked forward to. But also because, being frank, he cringed internally whenever he noticed he was complaining to someone other than himself. He didn't want to sound like a pretentions "boo hoo, look at all my money and fancy clothes. my sweet ass sure is oppressed and depressed. what an unlucky soul I am" type of person.
"I've got three things to say! One, SWEET! Two, incredibly boring and annoying, like every time they try to hook me up with some random girl. And three, three options is all I have: Law, Medicine and Engineering. Because nothing else would satisfy my parents", Peter said while expressively sifting between hand gestures. Attentively, because he didn't want to knock something over while gesticulating and looking like a retarded person. Peter paused, looked around, then looked back at the old lady. "You know what? I'll take both the Port and the Italian Conte di Campiano, because I'm gonna have to handle engineering starting next week, and I'll probably need something strong to make me survive Calculus".
Antonia laughed at his show of eccentricity. Peter as always quite theatrical whenever they were the only ones at the shop. "You don't need to go out of your way to make stand up comedy to me. And I sure hope you don't do this in front of other people, or do you always act like a crazy clown?" said grandma with a challenging expression and cheshire-like smile.
Peter's smile widened. He made an exaggerated bow, twirled his moustache into pointy ends and said with a horrible French accent: "Only to those who are worthy, and who appreciate it!".
A moment passes...
Stare down...
Both burst into laughter.
"But I can see that you're still not satisfied. I'm serious Peter, you always look like you're longing for something, and that something won't come from just obeying your parents at every turn, or acting all smiles when you really aren't".
"... Those wine bottles, are about this much right?".
"... Right, have a nice day." Said Peter's "grandma". With a pained face she looked on sadly as Peter quickly turned away and left the shop. It wasn't the first time she tried talking to him about this, and it wasn't the first time he had rejected her help. In the end, he still didn't trust her. The wrinkles on grandmas pained face could be also seen on Peter's face, as he tried his best to show he was not affected. That had hit harder than he had liked. Foolish Peter walked on with a bottle in both hands, not bothering to put them on a bag. From the outside, his outline looked like one of those drunks, that tried to escape from reality, tumbling through reality as they did in Bars.
But something changed.
And something will change.
Peter's life, that had the correct ingredients to end in ruin, was not to serve to a fatalistic recipe.
But to a wonderful and fantastic full course meal.
His heart will shine again like before, I guarantee it!
And so he tumbled and rolled into his fate. His prison not withstanding his bodyweight as he fell through the bars.
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"Huh?"
Peter had just tripped. And where once had been solid pavement, there was wet grass. The night cruel breezed wind in its coldest of Winter. Though not enough for snow, the 2C (37F) temperature was much colder than Peter was accustomed to. And definitely much colder than he could withstand. His suit, now dirtied and wet, was not made for insulation and wasn't of much help here. He got up, grabbed his bottles of wine and looked around. His surprise had made him not realize in how much danger he was in, yet.
"WHAT THE HECK?! PLAINS?! AND WHATS WRONG WITH THIS TEMPERATURE?! AND I CAN SEE A BUTT TON OF STARS?! AND WHY DO THEY LOOK NOTHING LIKE THE ONES I'M USED TO?!", freaked out Peter, who usually isn't one to scream, or have a panic attack for that matter. But this time he made an exception.
Looking around with clear desperation, he only saw things he didn't like: more plains to the front and back, a few dunes and a forest to his right, to his left more plains and dunes and a dirt road...
"A DIRT ROAD! THANK GOD!", he exclaimed with hope clear in his eyes. Running towards it he noticed something. "This cold, if I don't find shelter soon, I might end up with something a lot worse than a cold".
This realization chilled his core more than the cold did. "I might actually die here". As soon as that hit his brain, it seemed like a fever possessed his body and an animal his reason. "I... I... I... I DON'T WANT TO DIE HERE! NOT THIS WAY, WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING WITH MY LIFE!". Peter foolishly bolted in the dirt road, tears in his eyes. Calling practically every deity the human mind has ever known, he looked pathetic and cowardly. Though he was no stranger to fighting and martial arts, being in a real life or death situation against an enemy as unbeatable as the frigid cold to a tropical boy in ill suited clothing, and worse, homeless, was too much for Peter.
Now realising that he had no home and was far away from his friends, tears he held came flowing. He couldn't stand it anymore, he was isekai'd into some random frigid plains in some god forsaken land with immediate threat of death looming over his head and he didn't even know whether he could find shelter in time. He again prayed to Jesus, Buddha, Krishna and everyone else that his day didn't become worse than it already was.
The thing is, he already had an idea this place was god forsaken. But he didn't quite known HOW god forsaken it was.
The Kosmos planned to tell it to him. In the straightest manner it could, and right now.
In the distance could faintly be seen the silhouette of a woman in proper clothing. In fact, in quite victorian clothing, the woman looked beautiful. With golden hair shaped in curls topped by a beautiful wide brimmed hat, competing with her dress in elegance. She carried in her hand what looked like hand baggage, supported by a wooden structure similar to the handles in modern plain travel baggage.
Peter practically jumped with happiness at seeing another human. The woman with mysteriously shining skin turned around and widened her eyes at the man in front of her. And while Peter tried desperately to communicate with her, the young slug girl, still lacking in common sense, assumed what every young and stupid mamono of her species would assume had a man desperately approached them.
He wanted them to suck their balls dry of course.
"P... Please, help me. I don't know what to do. I'm lost and cold and-", Peter stopped talking as soon as he noticed the strange look in the woman's eyes. More than that, why does her skin look like jelly?
The woman grinned coquettishly, licking her lips and seductively removing her gloves with her mouth. "Well, well, what do I see here? A fine young man well dressed, cold and with what seems to be wine. I know very well how I can help you."
Peter gulped and widened his eyes.
"How about you also help me? Semen is something I haven't had for quite a while, and I'm sure mister can spare some", the woman moves her naked hands to the brim of her dress ready to lift it up for the world to see.
"Oh, SHIT", thought Peter while tightening his grip on the bottles.
"Don't worry, I'm going to warm you up with a full, wet, night of PASSION!", the woman lifts her skirt.
Below it was a writhing mass of slime and flesh.
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"... What? Was that too mu-"
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Peter karate screamed as he hit her on the head with the heavy wine bottles, fully knocking her out. He didn't stay to see any more, he bolted. While running through the dirt road, he got colder and colder. Eventually he collapsed, thinking he had died and gone straight to hell.
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Hello! John here!
The first proper chapter. I'm still not quite sure how long I want these chapters to be. It'll probably change depending on the situation. And in this case, I chose not to be too descriptive because of Peter's desperation. Anyway this chapter fleshes out the OC a bit more and does the transportation proper. Still not much in the way worldbuilding though, just character building and a little bit of comedy. As always, reviews are welcome!