Authors Note

This our collab fic where we get isekai'd into the world of Remnant, we'll be making this fic for fun so it won't be all that realistic

AO3 Pen Names:

0neWhoWanders as Zaira Rouge

ShadyJakey as Jacob Carbon

SirParacelsus as Micheal Dorado

MissAnthrophy as Melissa Anthropy

JackWhite17 as Jack White

Shadow as Shadow Myrtle

Xavier as Xavier Santara

SrloJohn as John Green.

Dedicated to Avistar123

Each one of them have their own amazing fics, so please check out their fics too!

It was a day like any other. Birds chirped. Cars honked in the distance and people went about their normal days or nights. Around the world, a group of privileged few were interacting through a small Discord server. It was called the RWBY Nook, and it had been a growing community of fanfiction readers and writers that grew closer with each passing day.

Whether it was noon or midnight, there was something going on. Weird things, like star wars gif-offs, or more normal things like fanfiction prompt fests, the Nook was like an online home for its members to be themselves in ways they might not have liked to be in the real world.

And then the message was received. Posted in The-Coffee-Corner channel, the general discussion channel for the Nook, Krumb Councilman and altogether official 'Server Babby', AVI, posted a link and a small description.

Hey guys! Check out this really cool link I found! It's like a new RWBY-type game. It feels like you are actually in Remnant! ;)

Of course, being the knobs that Nook members were known for being; especially online, the link was clicked. And as they say, the rest was history…

At first, Melissa "Miss" Anthropy dismissed the link Avi sent on the general channel. She wasn't one to normally click on links. A little later however, after scrolling through the Nook's Prompt channel, she noticed AVI had DMed her. "Click this. WR fluff ahoy!" The message read. It was the same link as the one on the general channel, by the looks of things. Like the gullible shipper she was, Miss clicked the link. Suddenly, she was transported through the screen of her phone. Sucked in and falling within a new world. Miss fell on her butt near a frozen lake. The first thing she noticed was that she was cold, Really cold. This was not an ideal environment to wear the cosplay school uniform she had on.

Getting home Jack White got a private message from AVI. It was the first place he looked before his usual hop into the Nook Discord Server. Without even a second thought, he clicked the link, not even bothering to read it.

Luckily for Jack this had been a day that he had college. Tired and ready to unwind, he had checked his phone before even thinking about changing into his more casual clothing. He was dressed in a polo shirt, but more importantly he was in his outdoors trousers and his steel-toed boots.

Sucked through his screen, without even a shout on his lips, he fell through it, plummeting to the ground. He hit the ice hard, breaking it with an almighty crack and sending him sinking into the freezing water. He sputtered out for a gulp of air, taking in a breath of ice water instead.

Jack flung his arms out wildly, hoping to grip onto anything at all. The water was shocking his system, unprepared for the sudden cold. He fought against the impulse to freeze up, treading as best as he could in his heavy workman boots. "Help!" He choked out as best he could.

Miss suddenly heard someone shouting. She looked around to see where the noise was coming from. On her right she caught the sight of a person drowning in the frozen lake.

She quickly dove right in. Stretching her hands to grab the stranger. With all of her strength. She pulled as hard as she could. This went for minutes with intense pain and struggle but she finally got the person out of the lake. Both exhausted from the effort.

Taking deep breaths, Jack was silent for a moment before he spoke, "T-t-thank you." Grateful, but not sure whether or not it was happening normally or the current events. Could have been the cold

Miss just stood there. Freezing up, literally and figuratively, as she couldn't get the words out of her mouth to say a simple "You're welcome".

"Well I don't know who you are but do you have any idea where we are?" Jack asked, cursing the fact that he was still stuttering as his hands shook, still he tried to calm himself at the sight of the stranger. If she wanted to hurt him then she would have done so already. Jack found himself able to relax as the stranger just stood there seemingly as confused as himself. He sat down as he wrapped his arms around his body trying warm himself up from the cold.

Okay Miss. Act like a normal person and talk to the guy. He's literally freezing. Wait, why am I not cold? Maybe I'm in shock. God this is hard. Anyways here goes nothing

"Oh uhh. Alaska maybe? Also hi! I'm Melissa by the way,"

"Looks like I'm a long way from Kansas then" Jack mumbled quietly before pausing. "So-sorry about that, my name's Jack and I'll be surprised if this is Alaska. I'm from England," he replied.

Alaska seems fun but I wouldn't want to go under these conditions. This is just a dream.

Miss considered the prospect that this might be a dream as well. So she pinched herself to see if it was true.

Nope still numb. It would probably be wise that we go to someplace warm.

"Hi Jack! Soo... We'll probably die if we stay here for any longer so. Want to come with me and not die?"

God that was a terrible way of saying it

Jack shrugged and pulled himself to his feet, this may have been a dream but he's cold so

"Not dying sounds like fun" he replies.

Some time passed as the two of them went out to search for someplace warm. As they were walking with their hands in their pocket (Miss hated her skirt so much. It was so cold) she didn't notice that she was talking to herself.

"What the heck was that link Avi sent me. Don't tell me this is narnia or something."

There was a pause.

"Wait Avi?" Jack said pausing as he thought back to what the hell she just said. "You mean the server baby?" Jack blurted out, a look of confusion on his face as he stared at the girl.

"Yeah, him... Wait." Miss continued on her walk and looked at this Jack fellow as well. "Did you just say server baby?!"

"Uhm, yeah, it's this nickname for a friend. It's a little weird, but so's the other people in the server" Jack replied casually. It's just a dream anyway. Of course the girl his mind made up would know about Avi.
"Server? Like discord server?" Miss suddenly stopped walking for a moment to process this revelation.

"Well yeah, good guess," Jack said nodding

"This is going to sound strange and weird on so many levels."

She held her hands up in a surrender gesture. "Are you the same jack? Like the Jack White I know from the server?" Her face looked way too concerned to just be a dream imagination.

"I mean, I might be? Jack White is my full name but there's plenty of people with that name" Jack asked, a little weirded out and paranoid. "Am I supposed to know you?"

No freaking way. It is Jack! Okay be cool. Since you know him personally you can do this. Wait, why does he look like that Harry Potter guy from the movies?

"Oh my god. It's me! Miss! Like, the miss that does white rose fanfiction and all of that..."

Oh god did I just admit that I write fanfiction to a maybe complete stranger. Please end me. Please be right.

"Wait Miss? What are the chances that we would run into each other!" Jack said before remembering that it was a dream "Aren't you an adult though why are you in a school girl uniform?" he asked, eyeing the outfit.

She was embarrassed that the jack she knew in the nook got to see her wearing something weird.

"D-Don't remind me!" She covered her face with her hands due to the insane embarrassment she was feeling. A blush creeping on her face from either the cold or the situation.

"You know me. Weirdo extraordinaire. Hehehe... Why look at the time! We might die if we stay here any longer. Let's go!" She changed the subject as smoothly as possible.

Knowing it was a dream, Jack wasn't that worried but on the off chance that he would see other people from the nook he discretely took a photo wanting to remember the moment. "Yeah I'm coming," he said before pausing. "Is it weird that I'm getting tsundere vibes from you?"

"It's intentional," she continued moving forward. Embarrassed again.

"So what do you think brought us here?" Jack asked, keeping pace.

"Dunno. Probably the link Avi sent us. I thought it was a fic but Avi scammed me." She pouted into the cold air at the deceit.

Jack scratched the back of his head awkwardly at that. "Yeah I should probably start reading the links I get," Jack paused, remembering what he had on him. "Hey Miss look at this!"

John Green, more commonly known online as Srlojohn, was not one for being gullible. Not like his fellow peers. He ignored the link AVI sent, not remotely trusting any internet link without a proper imbed. And the link suspiciously looked like that of a song by a notable vocalist known as Rick Astley. He was sure of it. However, as he intended to quote the message just above it, he misclicked, and the link whisked him away. He landed with a thud on cobblestone streets, a strange mix of cold and hot air breezing through the alleyway he had landed in. He looked up to see the ominous form of a large city floating above him. "Crud," he thought, before shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, and attempting to assess his situation.

Zaira was eating chips as she lay on her bed in the exact position her chiropractor said not to sit in. When she saw the link, she debated between clicking the shady link, just like every teacher has told her not to do, or just going back to youtube to find the next song to listen to.

But after so many weeks in the Nook, she trusted Avi enough to not send her to shady websites. And so she clicked it.

Immediately, she felt herself fall from her bed and out into the freezing cold. "Oomph!" She gasped, landing into a deep patch of snow. Poking her head out, she looked around. It was... cold obviously. And sunny. Definitely not the night-time it had been in Canada when she had clicked that mysterious link.

Zaira looked around, brushing snow off of her sweater, and pulling on her hood. She let out a little shiver, groaning about the feeling of snow melt on her socks.
"I'm going to have to walk in wet socks aren't I," she muttered, shoving her hands into her sweater pockets. She looked around, seeing that she was lying in a snowbank on the side of a cobbled road.

In front of her was a man. A tall man, but that honestly wasn't saying much, given her own short stature. He looked oddly confused as to where he was, much like her.

"Hello?" She tried, calling out to him. "Not like there was much else she could do," she thought, shaking her head. She was fairly certain this was a dream. Maybe 75% sure.

The man turned around, looking for the voice, and saw Zaira who had called out to him.

"Yes ma'am?" He said with an odd accent. It sounded like a soft southern accent from the States. Not at all what she had expected to hear in a place like this one.

Zaira quirked her head. It definitely wasn't Canadian.

"I think I'm lost. Do you know where exactly I am? It's... erm... I can't really explain it, but where am I?" How would she? Yes, hello mister. I was lying in bed twenty seconds ago, prepared to go to bed and now I'm standing in broad daylight and out in the snow. With no socks.

Zaira crossed her arms over her chest. Or bra.

"Can't claim to know myself ma'am." He replied, just confused by anyone else.

"But considering the floating city above us, and other information I'm personally privy too, namely a certain friend of mine, I'd wager we're in a city known as Mantle, though II very well could be mistaken." He ended his statement with a shrug.

He stopped for a moment as if he remembered something.

"Ah, but where are my manners? My name is... John Green, at your service ma'am." He said with a sweeping motion of his arm in front of him. "I'd tip my hat, but I happen to have lost mine somewhere on my journey here."

Zaira let out a weak chuckle. "Ya, I think I lost my shoes too."

"Wait, did you say Mantle? Like RWBY show, Mantle? Cool. Oh, I'm... Zaira. Zaira Rouge."

Zaira held out her hand for him to shake, which John did, grasping her hand firmly but respectfully.

"I believe so ma'am," he said with a nod. "Looks like I may be here for a while. You wouldn't happen to know the nearest unemployment office would you?" He asked, looking about.

"I'll need some manner of employment if I intend to live here."

"No need to call me ma'am. Makes me feel old. I'm only 23. Please call me Zaira. Or Zee. Everyone does. And as you could probably have guessed, I'm pretty new to this place too. Last thing I remember honestly, was sitting in bed on Discord. Clicked a link my friend sent me, then poof, here I am." Zaira spoke with her hands, popping her 'P' as well. "Heh, I should probably find employment too. Do you think anyone is in the market for engineers?"

Zaira frowned. "You weren't confused when I said Mantle from RWBY?"

"A mite ma- I mean Zaira, sorry, it's a habit. Would this friend happen to be an Avistarr, known as 'the Server Baby' perhaps?" He asked, the pieces falling into place in his mind.

"Yes!" Zaira nodded. "Oh god, that link was a pun. I fell victim to a pun! You're from the server then. Umm..." Zaira's face grew red, "do you happen to know someone named
0neWhoWanders? Or.. Or... 0neWhoWineAunts, spelt with a zero instead of an 'O'?"

Zaira inwardly cursed herself for the silly Discord name. It sounded fine to read, but to say out loud? No, never again. When she got back home, she was going to change it to something sensible. Like ZairaRouge. Or Hotstuff.

"As a matter of fact I do! If you are she, then I'm Srlojohn, the moderator. A pleasure to meet you in the flesh, I wish it had been in better circumstances."

"Agreed. You're... a lot taller than I thought." Zaira shook the thought from her head.
"So, to just sum things up, we clicked on a link that Avi sent us. Got transported to Mantle, in the RWBY-verse and are now just... here? In the flesh? We've been isekai'd.
Do you think there's anybody else? If there's two of us, there is bound to be more." "Perhaps, there's probably about... 20? Active users?" John said, doing the mental math. "At least those that are active often enough for Avi to bother sending a link to. We make two, so that leaves at least 18 others, though that is a high estimate."

John looked to the snowbank nearby, and noticed a blue navy fatigue cap perched on top of it.

"Ah! There it is!" He said as he scooped it up and planted it on his head. "Much better. My hat," he said smiling, by way of explanation.

"Nice hat," Zaira said, already cursing herself for not knowing what else to say. She was definitely freaking out. She knew she was freaking out. She doesn't talk this much unless she was freaking out. He knew she was freaking out. Okay, he probably didn't know she was freaking out, but she was confident that her inner thoughts had said freaking out enough times for the word to lose its meaning.

She started fiddling with her iron ring, thankful that it was still firmly attached to her pinky finger on her dominant hand.

"We should look around for others? Might be a bit strange, since we don't know what any of us look like. Hell, I didn't even know what you looked like. Maybe shout something out that is recognizable only to the Nook? Nook?" Zaira repeated the word 'nook' two different ways, since it sounded weird on her lips the first time.

John noticed her fidgeting, and tried to soften his features.

"Perhaps we could, but first we need to settle ourselves before we begin our search. We're of no use to them if we have no place for them to go."

"Okay, I can agree with that. We have no money, 'lien here', and no ph-" Zaira reached for her sweatpants pocket. "Phone?"

Out from her pocket she pulled out a thin device that had most assuredly not been there when she was back home in Canada. "Is this a scroll?"

John peered over. "It does appear to be yes." He put a hand into his pocket and pulled out one of his own. "Well that's convenient."

"I wonder..." he thought, and opened the banking application on the device.

To his luck, a decent amount of lien was in the account. "Hey, check the banking application," he suggested.

Following John's instruction, she did just that. "Yup. Not a bad sum of money either. That's lucky at least. I totally thought we'd have to get a job. Like, I'm an engineer in training, so I'm pretty sure I could get one, but at the same time, I don't think dust physics was a part of my university curriculum… Do you have any contacts? I don't...
want to add me?"

"Sure" he said with a smile, tapping his scroll against hers. "We'll still probably need to either get a job, or attend an academy, though I'm not sure how viable the latter is."

Zaira nodded. "It would be cool to attend an academy though. Get a handle on your aura and all that. Thanks," she said, pocketing her scroll. "If you're open to it, I think the first thing we should do is get some winter gear. I don't know about you, but wet socks are terrible. I may be Canadian, but frostbite is most definitely still a thing."

"And I need a bra..." Zaira mumbled under her breath.
"Hrm..."

"You could take off your socks and I could carry you?" He suggested, "At least until we get to a hotel and we can get settled." He held out his hands as if ready to carry Zaira's weight.

Zaira looked at her feet, squishing into the melting sludge that was once snow. Shaking her head, she said, "no I think I'm alright for now. Maybe next time. I should be good at least until we find a store that sells boots. I don't know what the prices are like here, but if they are anything like the States or Canada, then we should have plenty. Not enough to live luxuriously, but enough for food and hopefully a night or two in a hotel."

Zaira motioned forward, picking a random direction to walk in. "C'mon. Let's check out the windows and see if anyone is selling some clothes."

"If you're sure..." he said, looking concerned before following, his hands behind his back.

The two of them walked down the street, passing by a few shops selling food, and one selling appliances, but nothing they needed. Until one store.

"Of course it's not the shoe store first," Zaira grumbled. "John, you stay here. I'm going inside for a few minutes."

A few minutes later, Zaira came out without a bag, but definitely feeling a little better. It still left her feet cold, but at least she no longer felt like she had to cross her arms the entire time

"Okay," she said with a small smile, "onto the next shop. You can stay here if you want to."

"If you so wish." He said, taking a rest on the nearest bench. Of course he would get stuck with a girl, whose first instinct when getting trapped in a new world was to go shopping. Just his luck.

"Okay, I will be back soon. Text or call if you need anything." Once more on her own, Zaira fell into her usual silence. Immediately she relaxed. Talking always strained her, especially to a new person.

But on her own, it felt like any number of times she travelled to unknown locations and went sight-seeing. It was only a short while before she found what she was looking for. The door opened to a soft jingle of door-chimes, signaling her presence.

"At least that is familiar. I hope they have... okay, and then boots."

Zaira wandered over to a section of hats, choosing a dark purple one with a dark red, almost rouge pompom on top. It was thick and warm. Perfect for now. It would all be better once she had figured out how to unlock her aura. This was Remnant after all. There was no way in hell she wasn't going to try and unlock it at some point.

Boots were next. She chose a fairly cheap pair, not wishing to waste what little money she had on clothes. Like her toque, it was thick and warm, able to be worn without socks. And just as purple at her hat. She didn't care much for fashion, but boy was she glad that the two matched so nicely.

She paid quickly, and then left the shop, not wishing her partner to be left alone for too long.

John hoisted himself off the bench, and strode over. "Ready to roll? Where to next?" "I'm all set for now. My mind is thinking that we should either find a place to spend the night, or look for somewhere to get some money. Or figure out how to find more of us. Maybe a radio-broadcast or a website we can create that only members of the Nook would realize it's a message?" Zaira made a negative sound. "No, I'm thinking rest or work is next. You're also in college right? I think I remember you saying that."

"I am. I'm thinking that a motel for the night is a good idea" he said, pulling open his scroll to find a map. "There should be at least a few in Mantle."

The motel John had chosen for them was a small one and definitely on the cheaper side, not that Zaira minded one bit. It suited her fine and was likely one that she would have chosen too. She was quite pleased that of all the people to be stuck in Remnant with, it would be someone with a similar mindset. Even if he was much younger.

And taller.

They walked up to the front desk, where a teen was waiting, texting on his scroll. No doubt doing this as a part time job.

"Uhh, hi. Do you have any rooms available for the night?" Zaira asked sheepishly. She hated this sort of public interaction.

"Welcome! Sorry for getting so lost on the job, ehhh, we don't get that many visitors. And yeah we do have a couple of rooms open, we have a couples room, a single room and ehhh, a party room. The couples one is best for two people, the single one for one and the party room is for like six to eight people."

He looked between the two of us and waggled his eyebrows, "Should I book you with the couple's room?"

"It has two beds, correct?" John said, serious as always.

"Yes, it does. Quite unfitting for a couple, at least I... assume you two are? Unless you're expecting more people in which case the party room might be better…" The teen looked between the two of us, John with a grim expression, shaking his head and Zaira looking on the verge of laughter. "Also, don't ask why I thought you guys might have more people, it's just something in my subconscious."

Zaira rolled her eyes. Like that was the part of what he said that they were both disagreeing with.
"While I'm always open to a party, I think one man is enough for me. For tonight at least," Zaira almost cracked out into laughter as she spoke. "Two beds is perfect. And no, we're not a couple. He's obviously too short for me."

Zaira patted John on his shoulder, needing to reach up to do so. He was nearly a foot taller than her.

"Uhm, okay then, I'll book you in the couple's room, even though you aren't one, which is a little strange, but oh well, sometimes people don't believe in the inherent romanticism of height differences. Just a second, that will be 25 lien per day."

"That's fine," John said, tapping his scroll onto the scanner. "Thank you."

"I'll pay you back," Zaira said as the two walked up to their room for the night.

"Nah. We're in this together, might as well share resources." John shrugged as he opened the door to the stairwell to climb up to their room on the second floor.

"Hope you enjoy your stay!" They heard from the concierge, who was waving at them from behind his desk.

"Sounds good to me." Zaira said with a smile, turning to look at John. "I'm glad I'm not in on this alone. No offence."

"None taken. And it was no big deal, I'm sure you'd do the same," He replied.

Michael couldn't help but wonder if Avi's account had been hacked. He knew better than to click on strange links on the internet. Still, after observing a few more minutes, he comes to the conclusion that Avi is all right. And so, he clicks on the link-

-and finds himself falling through the sky-

"Bloody Hell!" He screams as he lands right into a cushiony pile of snow. At first, there is a moment of silence as he thinks on what happens. Did...did he get kidnapped? Is this a dream?

Thoughts still as he stares at the stuff he landed on. Is this...snow?
He spent all his life in the Equator. Never once had he encountered snow. All thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he ran his hands through the cold phenomenon, holding it in his hand as it melted in his palm.

And then, he lets out a cheer, diving into the snow, laughing loudly. Snow! At long last! He laughs, ignoring the feeling of being watched. All is well. And all manner of thing, shall be well!

His body burned as he held his arms forward. Stretching out the back muscle as he groaned. Exercise was important for the mind and frankly after work Jakey needed his stretches.

With a slide into his chair he ruined his posture to look at a new message from a friend. Avi sent a link. Not only that but he was sending a RWBY game. Of course he clicked it assuming only the best as his body was quickly transported down. The rush of cold on his face made it feel like he just went outside.

He fell for a few seconds before hitting arm-first into a pine tree. The snow falling off and branches bending as he hit several of them to break his fall before hitting the solid ground. His vacation shirt ruined as he felt it stick to his body in mind-bending cold wetness. The sunglasses and undershirt seemed fine enough though they were still wet.

Almost instantly Jakey looked around in terror as he saw what seemed to be a psycho jumping around in the snow. They didn't seem to be paying him any attention though.

'Maybe I can escape' He thought to himself just standing and staring at the man still going. Just as underdressed as himself.

Jakey said nothing though as he approached the man dancing around. Sounds of excitement filling the air as he yelped and Jakey just stared in confusion.

Michael halted his laughter. There was a guy staring.

Michaels mind jumped to the possibility that perhaps getting arrested on the first day of his adventure in the winter wonderland would not be for the best. He sighs, gathering his breath as he calmed down and matched the stare he was getting.
Jakey composed himself as well as he could to the man looking at him and could only respond with break eye contact. The how and why was the part on his mind as he gave a stare towards the guy dancing in the snow like a psychopath.

"Hey, are you from the server? Like the fanfiction one." Jakey said, a cough coming up on the end of the question. Seemed like that winter cough carried over here as well. Jakey hated repeating the same thing over and over. There was no point for a writer to do the same thing again and again. Meeting between two people should feel different damnit!

Michael decided to take a moment to, you know, think. And well, simply put;

He was afraid. Afraid of the unknown. Afraid of never going home again. Afraid of never seeing his parents. But he quashes those fears. He always wanted to be independent right? So maybe now is the time for it. He breathes, in and out, trying to calm himself.

When he stops, he turns to look at the fellow next to him. Server. Could he mean the Discord server? What are the chances that someone else got dragged in here with him? Fairly likely perhaps, considering it was posted in the general channel.

And so Michael breathes again, fixing a smile in his face as he ignores the bitter cold and the knot forming in his gut, "Yes, I am. I go by Paracelsus there."

"Oh cool, I'm Jakey," He said plainly like it was obvious. "I think everyone else has a partner so you wanna hang out?," The words weren't exactly a question but more of an inevitability as Jakey walked forward. He was decently sure they weren't the only ones in this world and if he knew the other members of the server chances were they also got sorted into partners. That's the kinda plot bs they love to do.

"Sure, I guess," Michael thinks about Jakey, wondering about him. They should probably try to find a way to do something. Like...survive. Idly, he decides to look around and notices something in the pocket of his own shorts. He checks it out, and spots a...a strange thin device, "What on Earth is this?" He mumbles, fiddling with it for a moment.

"Hey Jakey, you don't happen to know where we are?"

Jakey simply looked back and pointed upwards at the massive floating city. Looking exactly like it had in the show.
"Remnant, close to Mantle" Jakey gave his new partner his answer and a glance before walking along. "No point going over it again,"

"Wha—"

"Are we there yet?" Michael asked, breaking through the silence of the winter wind. Voice almost making Jakey jump as he just gave a simple nod.

Jakey was focused on the scroll in his hands. Checking through its various functions as he kept the map program open in the background. It was like a worse iphone. It made Jakey think about how the hell he even got here.

It was insane to think that somehow they ended up here from a stupid internet link.
Maybe Avi was hacked? Maybe Avi became a god or something. Hell if he knows.

"The Inn is only a few more..." Right, remnant had their own system of measure. "It's either 5 minutes or 50 minutes depending on how big this map is, I don't know how to zoom in."

"Hey… Didn't you have a fic kinda like this?" Para asked as he continued messing around with his scroll dropping it a few times. How durable were those things?

Jakey sighed as the wind began picking up and he grabbed the sunglasses hanging on his flamingo vacation shirt's button. Seems sunglasses were the same in remnant at least. He heard a small crick of ice as he felt the water in his shirt begin to freeze over.

"Yeah but that fic had me inside the body of Adam. My body was never meant to make the jump as well. This is not the way I wanted to self insert myself into the story." Jakey said a bit bothered at the mistaken details. He prayed to whatever force there was in remnant to get to the location marked on his scroll as fast as possible. The less conversation the better honestly.

It seemed like someone heard him as he caught sight of what looked like a few buildings in the storm.

A sigh of relief later he was inside with Micheal. Looking out at the wind blowing faster and faster as Jakey felt himself begin to shake as the cold began hitting his body in full force.

He shook the snowflakes out of his hair as he saw a nice old lady walk towards the boys. The house didn't look like a hotel or anything like that. It seemed like a regular house that was turned into an inn, seemed like they had spare rooms. It reminded Jakey of a large cottage as the kind old lady walked towards them a set of towels in a small weaved basket. A small desk sat in the cramped space nearby the door as she squeezed herself inside and spoke.

"Alright ya ragamuffin little boys, what do you two want with this place?"

Jakey quickly wiped his assumptions away. Why was she designed like she was going to be super nice? Jakey stared in awe at the sheer disrespect being put forward by the woman. He was sure he wasn't a fanus. He even checked his body. It's literally just his normal body.

"We would like 2 rooms, please. One for myself and my friend here" He said as he motioned to Michael bouncing around in place like a drug addict, wondering if maybe he's the reason the lady was looking down on them.

"As long as you don't cause any trouble and can pay up, we'll get along juuust fine. It will be about 50 Lien for both of ya each night. Meals included. Just don't kiss the cook," The woman's crabby voice did not match anything about the appearance and it was still sending Jakey and Micheal spinning.

Michael nodded, and quietly raised his scroll, "Do you take credit card err scroll credit?" Whatever it was called these days. Bah!

"Scroll Credit. I haven't heard of witchcraft like a credit card in these parts."

'Credit is such an unoriginal name for a currency' Jakey thought to himself as he pulled out his scroll. That year working as a product tester may have paid horrible but at least it taught him how to learn to use tools he'd never seen in his life.

"I'll pay for this," Jakey said, unsure if he was being ripped off or not as he performed the tap and saw a small animation play on the scroll screen. "The rooms are just upstairs?"

"Yeah, there's enough for about four of you, at least if you have more friends coming around." She said, eyeing the men up and down, as Jakey tried desperately to figure out why he was being scoped by a lady who was closer to death than he was to happiness.

"It's just us mam" Jakey said as he looked around. "Actually, has anyone else with black or brown hair come around here?" He asked with his head tilted. Those were the most common hair colours on earth so if anyone else from the server was also isekai'd chances were they would look like that too. "Or just folks who don't seem dressed for the weather?"

"Not as far as I know of. Why? You expecting some visitors? Under the bed is where we keep the protec— ?"

"Nope just a feeling," Jakey interrupted as fast as he could as he watched the payment go through. "Could you just lead us to our rooms?"

Omake

Being on Remnant had to have been the strangest thing to ever happen to, well, anyone. Maybe not to Rick or Morty, but they chose to travel between dimensions. Not do whatever Zaira had been doing. But there she was. In Remnant.

Mantle of all places.

Just. Walking around.

Looking for shops to end the squish-squelching of wet socks on equally wet cobblestone.

Zaira's stomach gurgled. "Hush tummy! This is not the time and most definitely not the place. I fed you chips like 15 minutes ago."

Unperturbed by her eloquent reasoning, her stomach continued to gurgle. Zaira frowned, taking in a large breath of air to try and calm herself down.

"Great, now I'm smelling things."

Zaira looked around. Exactly as she thought. Some small coffee shops. A grocery store, and generally things that did not normally smell like maple syrup. Then why was every whiff of air so filled with the glorious… mouth-watering…

"No!" Zaira chastised herself, shaking the thought of food out from her head. "Not the time, nor place."

She forced herself into a march, stomping down through the snow, breathing from her mouth as the thick scent of syrup still permeated the air.

"I can't take this anymore!" Zaira bellowed, getting odd looks from the normal people
around her. "Why does Remnant smell like pancakes?!"