(Sorry for short chapter)
When they got me seated in a soft white couch with a glass of water, they began to explain. "You have been sucked into an anime world." Nekohime started. I bit back a sarcastic retort, like, 'Gee, I didn't notice.' "You are to…hmm…how do I put this…You have to complete this world. Complete as in, solve the issue that is plaguing the main characters. Your life outside of this anime world is on pause, and will be until you complete every single 'anime'. You will go through at least 10, being the animes that you have watched. If you die, then the life outside of this will play again, but any memory of you will be erased. It will be practically impossible, though, to commit suicide, because me and Shirohime will always be there to prevent it. Any questions?" "N-no." I muttered. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." Shirohime patted my head. "Oh, there's something you didn't realize before…" Nekohime said. "What is it?" I worridly asked. "You've got ears and a tail." She gestured to my head, and my hands flew up. I did have ears. How did I miss that in the mirror. Was that why everyone was staring?
Nekohime brought me out of my thoughts. "Let me tell you about your life in this, lets just call it a 'level'. You're a street dancer, who became famous a year ago. You also sing with a group of people occasionally. Most of the songs that you hear in your non-anime life is what you sing in this world. Your mother and father are dead, you have no siblings, and you get paid by social security and what not. Many people know of you, being illegally experimented on by scientists. That will give you psychological troubles later on. Your 'Anime Memory' is called your Animory. Your first level, or, anime? Ouran High School Host Club." Nekohime pointed to a hanging dress. It was the Ouran uniform for females.
"Are you okay?" Shirohime asked. "Y-yeah. I'm fine. When does it start?"
"What, school?"
"Yes."
"Tomorrow."
"Bring it on." I said, trembling. This was to much to handle, but I think I was ready.