It's been three days since I got yeeted out of my dimension into what I can without a doubt say is my own personal version of hell. To say I was pissed about being dumped in the middle of this Crapsack World in Ooka Miko's body, minus the wolf features, to live out this crazy bitch's wish fulfillment fantasy was an understatement. And it was due to said 'pissed off-ness' did I realize just what I had been forced into.

The second I woke up (that brief hour of panic and swearing did not occur), I took out my anger by punching a tree. I expected pain, probably a few broken bones or blood or something, and while it did hurt like a bitch, I did NOT expect the tree to go flying. One might think that I ripped the tree straight from the roots. Oh no no no. My rage induced punch was so powerful that it broke the tree clear in half, sending the top shooting through the poor forest and leaving behind the torn apart stump.

As I stared blankly in disbelief of what I just done, it finally sunk in that this was not my world nor was this my flabby, weak, feeble and out of shape college student body. It took a while before I was used to the amount of strength this new body had. I would grip stuff too hard, shattering the objects to pieces by accident, or take off running too fast and ram myself into the trees before I could stop. I could only imagine what I could do once I'm forced to learn Nen. It didn't help that Blue kept yelling at me about it.

Oh yeah. She's here too, by the way. Speaks right into my head whenever I do something that she deems OOC or if she just wants to tell me random stuff at certain times of the day. I jumped so hard I decimated a boulder the first time she did it and it's still hard not to flinch whenever she decides to speak out of the blue (no pun intended). God, forcing myself to act like her character was making me want to commit die. It hurt acting so shy and scared and like a shrinking violet at everything, even when I was alone. So basically, every bad shoujo manga protagonist ever.

But the part that I hated the most was the god forsaken body that my soul was pushed into. The first thing I noticed was that I shrunk. Gone was my glorious, 5'5 body of a 19 year old girl and in its place, was the puny and frail looking form of Miko's 4'11 child self. You'd think she'd stop at just the looks, but wrong again. My voice had been changed to hers and I honestly found this part the most annoying. Ooka Miko was voice acted and edited to sound like a high pitched child, which would never let me be taken seriously in the future. I already look like I was made of porcelain and would break at just the wrong touch. Sure, it could help having people underestimate me and give me an advantage, but I still don't like it.

But I'm rambling, so let's get to the good stuff, no? Allow me to recap what happened.

See, I walked for 2 days in whatever direction that Blue had told me to, lost and confused with nothing but these uncomfortable doll clothes and and a backpack full of snacks, a few throwing knives and daggers, a random book that I could hit people with, some money that I didn't even know how to use and 6 water bottles that I drained and refilled twice already in nearby streams. Surprisingly, new things (such as fresh food or a water purifier) appeared whenever I feel like I need something. At least Blue gave me something useful for this trip.

Not that I would ever admit it to her.

I hit Zaban City on the morning of the third day and found the ramen shop right after that, standing next to the vendors and buying some trinkets I thought looked nice as I waited for a guide to come out. I did manage to find one after watching him come to the shop a total of 4 times that took me to the test, but it took a while to convince him (I had to buy him lunch and beat him in a duel) that a very small child like me could survive it. Dammit child body. It also helped that I tackled him to the ground and broke the concrete next to his head, but we don't talk about that.

After a few moments where I seriously debated ditching the whole thing (Blue screaming at me to not), I found myself in the elevator and into the tunnels where I would surely meet my death. It's something I have come to accept...mostly. I have a feeling that this place is going to kill me. The phases of the exam were going to kill me and if they didn't, everything that happened afterwards was going to end my life. I was going to die one way or another in this messed up world and if I didn't, I would die on the inside like the rest of the cast.

(Seriously, why couldn't I be sent to a world like OHSHC? Hell, I would even take an anime like Detective Conan over this place. At least I have a chance of surviving there.)

Which brings us to the present. I was currently in the large halls, chewing on my fifth apple and sitting away from the rest of the group. The room was surprisingly larger compared to how it was shown in the anime. Or maybe because I'm so fucking short that everything just seems bigger and more threatening. Yes, I'm still salty about my reduction in height.

It had only gotten more crowded since I got here and the tension only grew by the moment, forcing me to move to a secluded spot so as to not suffocate. But because I was by myself, it made it easier for people to see me and stare. I'm not actually surprised about that. It does seem rather weird that a little, fragile looking girl in strange clothing was taking a deadly exam along with people who were probably twice her age and triple her size with decades of more experience than her. Hell, even the other females here were larger and more put together than I was. It was nerve-racking to say the least.

I pulled my hood up over my face a bit more and bit into the apple, chewing slowly to calm my nerves and stop shaking.

None of the fanfictions that I've read ever mentioned how terrifying it was to actually be here. I wasn't like Gon who was oblivious to the tension and heavy feeling of the room, nor was I like Killua who could ignore it no problem. I could feel my stomach twist into itself the longer I sat there, trying to block out the stares or whispers I heard from around me. I couldn't see why anyone would want to be in this position. This wasn't fun.

There was no adrenaline rush, no excitement to live out my dream, which frankly was never there to begin with, and there was absolutely no shred of glee to meet these characters that I honestly feared more than anything. Killua, who has murdered many with his bare hands and felt nothing towards it because it was part of a job. Gon, the sweet bur deranged kid that slowly slipped in sanity the longer the series went on. Kurapika, who honestly scares me the most out of the entire cast, who was willing to fight to the death for his ambitions even if the world crumbled around him. Even Leorio, by far the closest thing that you can call pure in this series, had the strength great enough to rival his friends and break bones with ease. That wasn't even close to what others like Hisoka or Illumi could do to me. One wrong step around them and my life is gone.

I felt myself start to shake even harder at the mere thought of them. Every character in this series goes downhill towards self destruction one way or another. Their brute strength and wits, as amazing as they were, were terrible to see in real life. I destroyed a fucking tree like it was nothing and I've never been more scared in my life. God, I was so scared. Gon scared me. Killua scared me. Leorio scared me. Kurapika was downright terrifying. In a world where life holds no value, I had to be stuck with the characters that are more that willing to end one.

Unless I avoid the main cast for the rest of my life.

I didn't want to be here like those other girls in the fanfictions. I had no desire to live out the adventures of the series. I didn't want to fall in love with a psychotic main character that could probably kill me in a heartbeat. I didn't want to risk losing my life every day or putting myself through brutal training just for the hope that I'll maybe survive. I didn't even like this anime that much.

I wanna go home.

I felt someone sit down next to me, making me flinch rather violently and snap me away from my thoughts. I looked over, biting back a gasp when I recognized an anime character. It was #187, the kid in the suspenders and bowtie with the laptop whose name I couldn't remember. He was smiling, so he must have just walked away from his encounter with the fat bastard. I scooched away from him just a bit, feeling the air getting a bit colder and tenser as he opened his laptop and began to type. I watched him fiddle with the keyboard for a bit, clutching the apple in my hand just a bit tighter to the point where I felt it start to crush in on itself.

A confused look took over his face.

'Oh boy! He's looking over your records, hun!' Blue said, making me jump again.

"He's what?" I shouted internally.

'Yep! He can't find anything about you other than your name and age, though! Must be making him mad or something.' Blue said. 'Hid 'em good from him, didn't I? It makes you seem more mysterious.'

Blue, as annoying as she was though, was pretty much keeping me sane here. Arguing with her was a perfect way to get my mind off things.

'Rude.'

I decided to move away from him after a few seconds. The typing sounds and suspicious glances were grating on my ears. I found a nice spot farther away, sitting down on the floor. I pulled my knees closer to my chest, setting my backpack in between them. I don't trust anyone here not to rob me. No one here seems to have water or snacks with them, other than that Todo guy. They've seen me pull stuff out and dehydration is a bitch.

"Hello there!"

I squeaked, looking up to my absolute horror. Oh no. Oh hell no. AH HELL NAW! The main bastard that I've been avoiding for the past 2 hours was standing in front of me, innocently smiling and holding a can of juice.

"H-Hello sir." I said once I realized that he was waiting for an answer.

He smiled cheerfully and I felt like simultaneously throwing up and kicking him where it hurts. This man is messed up if he wants to target such a small girl with no remorse. But then again, the same can be said for every other character in this series.

"My name's Tonpa. I noticed you were alone here and thought you could use a friend. You're new here right? I haven't seen you before."

I hugged my bag a little tighter, like a teddy bear. A very hard, lumpy teddy bear.

"Y-Yeah...It's my first time taking this... I'm...Natsuki..." I said, slowly trying to gain more distance between us but to no avail. The wall kept me in place.

I could hear the whispers now.

"There he goes again."

"He's targeting little girls now?"

"Poor kid. I remember when he did that to me."

"That's the Rookie Crusher for you."

I pretended not to hear them.

He said something else that sounded scripted, though I tuned him out in favor of glancing towards the elevator entrance. I nodded along to everything he said, taking one last bite of my apple and chucking the core into the plastic trash bag in the smallest pocket of my bag.

Come on. Show up already! I wanna get this done with.

A can of juice was shoved in my face, making me jump once again. I shakily grabbed it out of his hands and held it to read the label.

That's when I found something that made me want to panic even more than I already was.

I can't read the language. I cannot read the made up language that was that Togashi invented just for this world. I am illiterate. Blue never said that I could read when designing this character and now I can't do it.

I am going to freaking die in the Trick Tower, if I even make it that far. That requires reading.

'You never noticed that you couldn't read?'

'Excuse me. I had no need to until this point! That book you gave me is in English!'

'But you had lunch at that restaurant! How did you read the menu?!'

'I was looking at the pictures, ok! I was hungry and the names didn't matter!'

"A toast to our friendship!" He said, bumping his can against my own and pulling me out of my small argument fest.

I stared at the can, uncertain if I should actually drink it.

'Hey Blue?' I thought.

'Yeah, fam?' She replied.

'Can I drink laxatives without them harming me?' I thought.

'Well duh. Were you not listening when I told you all the super awesome powers you have?' She sounded annoyed.

Of course I'm immune to poison. Being freakishly strong isn't enough, apparently. Immunity to poison had to come with it, like every other OC that lands here. What, did I get force fed poison until I could tolerate it when I was a child as a part of my tragic backstory?

'Thanks. And no I was not.'

'Rude.'

I opened the can and took a small sip of the orange juice. I saw Tonpa's smile turn into one of sadistic glee, but I pretended not to notice and swallowed. Ew. Gon was right. It did taste weird, like someone had watered it down.

"There's poison in this, sir." I said, taking another sip.

What? I was thirsty for something other than water!

Tonpa froze a bit in shock, probably having an internal monologue about how the laxative was flavorless or something. I guess that happens in the anime world. How the hell do people not notice this?

It was an awkward few seconds.

"H-How-" He sputtered out in that overly dramatic shock of his.

The urge to destroy his chance of having children had returned with full force. Do I really need to be polite to this bastard?

'Yes! Stay in character!'

'Ugh. Fine.'

"I'm resistant to most poisons, laxatives included. And it was rather shady of you to just give me free stuff without much benefit to you. I'll be shocked if people actually fall for it."

I gave him a small, innocent look, though it was painful to do so. The whole wide eyes, head down, eyes up, and slightly pouty lips one that my little sister was known for as a child. That one. Thank the lord this body is cute.

"Please refrain from trying to hurt me, sir. It's not really nice." I kept my voice light and soft-spoken, even though it was killing me inside.

He nodded, staring at me as if he was trying to find something out. Here comes another inner monologue. How do people not notice someone just freezing there and making evil faces for that long?

"Thank you. Might I request that you leave now, sir?" I said.

I saw him grit his teeth in frustration and having yet another monologue as he left. I sighed in relief, letting the death grip on my bag relax. At least that's over.

'Blue, how much longer until this test starts?'

'Funny you ask that.'

The elevator dinged.

I snapped my attention toward it, watching the door open. My heart leapt to my throat as the three people I was dreading yet expecting walked out. I quickly gulped down the rest of the can of juice, crushing it to act as an emergency stress ball. Wiping my mouth with the back of my gloved hand, I threw the can somewhere to my left, probably hitting some poor sap on the way.

The room went silent, everyone staring at the new competitors. Even when Gon tried to break the tension, the room was still quiet. I let go of the small breath I was holding when they looked away and went back to their own business again. The room followed soon after.

Just a few more minutes.

I opened the small pouch of my bag and pulled out another snack, this time it was a fun sized bag of potato chips.

I guess the Yato clan are big eaters like in Gintama. I don't remember going through this much food before and still being hungry in my other life. I literally went through a lunch meant for 4-6 people today (to the complete horror of the guide), plus the steak they gave me on the way up. Not to mention all the snacks I bought and already went through. I wonder where all that mass was going, seeing as I didn't feel the slightest bit full.

A bit of movement attracted my attention, causing me to look up and frown.

Tonpa was talking with the boys about something. Pretty sure it was about the other competitors and trying to get them to drink the spiked juice cans. He was pointing at random people...

Oh shit. I knew this part.

I covered my ears as fast as I could and pushed my head in between my legs, just in time to block out the sounds of that man's screams of agony. I refuse to look up to see whether his arms got cut off or turned into flower petals. Nope. Not happening. I'll just ignore it. And avoid Hisoka like the new plague.

I stuffed a large handful of chips into my mouth to calm myself, nearly choking myself in the process. Gross. Baked chips with no salt. Oh well.

I slowly got up, swinging my backpack over my shoulder, nervously glancing over at the group of boys conversing with Tonpa. I took this time to look over each of the boys. You know, as scary as he was, Gon was actually kind of adorable. Like that friend's little brother that you just want to squish. Still doesn't mean that he's not a complete lunatic, but he's a cute one.

Damn. Leorio is enormous. He's must be over a foot taller than me at this point. Didn't his bio say that he was 6'4? He didn't look as old as I expected him to. Then again, I've been to college and had seen many 19 year olds that could pass for much older, so it's not a big shock. He was rather handsome, the more I look at him.

Kurapika wasn't as tall as him, but could still tower over me if I were to stand next to him. (Even Gon was taller than me and that's saying something.) Probably crush me with his bare hands too. His blond hair was really pretty and so was his face, but that vibe I got from him was an instant turn off.

I gotta admit...I can see why the girls fond over them so much.

'Go over there.' Blue said.

'What?!'

'Go introduce yourself! Every OC meets the guys right before the First Phase starts!'

'Did you not hear me when I said that I would avoid them like the new plague?!'

'Ugh' Blue scoffed. 'Then what fun is this fanfiction if you don't meet the main characters?'

'Blue, these boys are going to cause my premature death!'

'That's a small price to pay for your adventure! Who knows, you might even fall in love with one of them!'

'Don't tell me-'

'OH! MAYBE EVEN A LOVE TRIANGLE!'

I knew it. I knew this was going to happen. Out of all the fucking cliches in the world of fanfiction, that one right there was my most hated one. Shoot me now. I take back all that stuff I said about not wanting to die.

'MY MONEY'S ON KURAPIKA OR KILLUA!'

I much rather have someone like Leorio. He's the most sane out of all of them, even if he's the perverted butt monkey of the cast. Plus, he's my age, so that gives him an added bonus.

'I doubt it. I'm too mentally old for Killua and too young physically for Kurapika. No shipping, ok?'

'You're no fun!'

'Don't have to be. I just have to be smart enough to live. Which is why I'm not going over there.'

'Grr. Oh yes you are!'

I suddenly felt someone pull me up from the ground by my hood, even though there was no one there, causing me to scream. Or, I would have screamed, but found that no sound would come out. I gasped, feeling pressure like no other as my body begin to move on its own, despite my desperate struggles to regain control.

'BLUE, WHAT THE FUCK?!'

I, or rather, this cursed body, bent down and grabbed a large jawbreaker from my bag. I screamed internally again, knowing damn well what she was planning on doing. Without my consent, my body threw it as hard as it could at the cans that Tonpa was offering the group.

It knocked one out of his hand, sending it flying and hitting Leorio right in the face.

I was then snapped back into full control, the relief of the pressure only lasted a second before the reality of Blue's actions set in. I yelped and covered my mouth with my hands to hide my shock, feeling myself freeze as a wave of terror suddenly engulfed my senses.

"OW! WHAT THE HELL?"

Oh fuck. I nervously looked up to see a worried Gon leaning towards his fallen friend, an angry Leorio rubbing his nose, and an on guard Kurapika with his hands near his weapon.

All staring at me.

'Oh fuck.'