Crazy fangirls and fanboys could be in their favorite TV show or Movie. Plug it into the TV, put on the helmet and you're there. It was already a big hit in the stock market, especially since my company was the one working on it. All I needed to do now was design it, get through the copyrights of the TV shows and television stations, and get it to work. I was in the final stage, getting it to operate.
It was later in the day. Well, from my point of view. I'm a night person, waking up about 4 or 5 in the afternoon and going to bed about 9 or 10 in the morning. Yes, it was backwards, but people would accommodate to my schedule, I was after all, in charge. It was 6:53 in the morning, we were testing the product for the first time. There were no lab rats available, so I volunteered. It didn't matter to me, I was confident that nothing would go wrong.
"The chances are a million to one..."
I was sure the worst that would happen would be an electric shock, and I could handle that. I knew pain.
"Chances are a million to one..."
I strapped myself to the restraints, just in case my body flailed.Getting hurt was something I could not risk.
"A million to one..."
I gave the signal, and the television was turned on.
The experiment was a success. Or so I thought.
I found myself in a room I did not recognize, in front of a girl who looked odd to me. Her skin and body structure was... Different. Her hair, skin, and clothes had different tones, and her glasses seemed thick to me. For lack of a better word, the girl and my surroundings looked... Bulgy.
She stood up and reached for a broom. Cute. She was going to defend herself against me with a plastic stick. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house!" I should have suspected this. The character would not know who I am! Convinced I was in a television show, I was prepared to explain. Before I could speak, she dropped the broom and stepped slowly towards me. Gingerly, she touched the KC logo on my jacket. "Kaiba?"
I stepped back and bumped into the TV. How could she know who I was? She was a TV character, and I do not do TV appearances. From behind me, the TV exclaimed; We must stop this Kaiba! I turned to see myself on the television. "Impossible." Had the experiment been a failure? Could it be... No. The numbers stated... It was wrong, it was all wrong. I'm dreaming, I have to be.
"Tell me about it." She muttered beside me. "What are you doing here? How did you get here? And why are you..." She paused, thinking of a word. "Why are you real?"
Normally I would never speak to a stranger. Normally, I wouldn't talk at all. I was so lost, so confused, I couldn't stop from asking a question of my own. "What went wrong?"
She bit the bottom of her lip, at a loss for what to say. She didn't know what had happened before I got here, she was just an innocent standerby. She was no one important from what I could tell. "Is there anything I can do?" I shook my head. "Well, I'll leave you alone for now, let you figure out what you need to do to get you back..." She looked at the TV. "I can't believe that... Holler if you need anything. It's just me at home today so you should be fine."
She left, closing the door behind her. Aggravated and worried cries of, "what am I going to do?" and "how will I explain this to mom and dad?" were heard. I lay back on a bed in the small room. The TV was still on, and Yuugi was giving a speech on the heart of the cards. He was dueling what seemed to be a steroid induced man in a skirt. Interesting. I drifted to sleep. It was late, for me anyways, and I was tired. I didn't know how to begin to plan to go home, and I couldn't get my mind off of Mokuba. He would be worried sick.
I closed my eyes, and hoped when I opened them up I would be at home, Mokuba banging on my door to "pretty, pretty please" be taken somewhere or another.
"The chances of the experiment going wrong are a million to one."
I hope you all enjoyed. I have five other chapters up, and hopefully I'll be able to update every day. Chapters can range from one to ten pages. It all depends on the situation. The girl in this story; Not me, an original character.
If you have a problem with real world characters interfearing with anime characters, you shouldn't have read. I want reviews, CRITIQUES. If I see a single "you suck", I'm gonna find some way to get your account suspended or deleated. Have a nice day. )
Yu-Gi-Oh! (c) Kazuki Takahashi, KidsWB and whoever else owns a stock on it.