aka How a 14 y/o expects Denji to act in front of Makima? (Inspired by Re:Zero Cringe If group project)
The day Denji was supposed to meet Makima, he died. After killing those little shits in the warehouse, he had lost too much blood to survive. But his story didn't just end there.
Instead, in his place came me, Dennis Dickie of this world. One day while walking to my home, I happened to see a child on the footpath about to come under a car. In the car was some actor I didn't care enough to know the name of. All I knew about him was that he was very very bad at physics.
Seeing the child in danger, I rushed toward her. I successfully dove and saved the child but in the process, my body was thrown toward the roadside pole and I knew I was going to die there. The last thing I remember was the face of that child smiling gently at me with mixed emotions.
The next thing I knew, I was in the body of a guy covered in blood. But it was not mine.
When I regained my bearing, a shock went through my head, and I cried in pain. Memories flooded into my brain, memories almost foreign, but with some things that I could associate with my own past.
The moment it stopped, I knew I had died and got Isekai'd. And Isekai'd as none other than the main character of my fav manga, Chainsaw man. To be honest, I never liked how much of a Beta Denji was. He was really such a weakling, toe-sucking a woman all while not being a real man.
But now I knew that it would not be the case now.
And there were two reasons behind that claim. One - was that it was no longer Denji who was going to be the Chainsaw man. It was going to be me, the destroyer of tussies, the bane of all Beta cucks, the true master of Art of War, because of course, I had read it exactly 69 times... Yeah, we went off on a tangent. So yeah, it was because now it was me who was going to be the Chainsaw man, the greatest Terra Chad to have ever existed, Dennis Dickie.
And the second reason was that, in my heart, I could feel an unimaginable power. A power that could rip between worlds, make dead alive, and make alive dead. At that moment I knew, my chadness came with a plot armor. An armor so strong that it Isekai'd Pochita, the original Chainsaw devil out of this universe. Now it was only me, the chainsaw man, the chainsaw devil, and the one I liked the best, the Chainsaw Daddy.
Just when I was getting up with this realization, the doors of the warehouse opened, and from there entered three shadows. But the two thicker ones on her side looked like sore thumbs around the elegant, golden ratio inspiring one in the middle.
There she was. The one and only Mo- MAKIMA! MAKIMA! Yeah, Makima.
As they came closer and I got to see the figure in middle more clearly, I knew it was Mo- Makima! Makima... And I got to see Makima in all her light. As a 2D girl loving man of culture, I was absolutely amazed at how much beyond my expectations she was. And in that moment I knew, that 3D truly held the beauty that 2D could never compare to.
Looking at her, I gave the most handsome smile that could be accomplished by malnourished Denji's face. And looking at her reaction, at how she subtly widened her eyes, as how a tiny blush crept upon her face, I knew my Mo- I knew Makima was looking at me. Not at some imagined Chainsaw devil, not at my heart. But at me, at my face, at the new Chainsaw daddy sitting in front of her in full light while giving her the brightest and sexiest smile she could have ever imagined.
My intention was to make this cringe and funny. I feel I failed spectacularly at the second task.
Adios.