I'm not in the best mood so I did this.

I have never played DND and I probably can't finish this fic, but I wanted to try this.

This is probably gonna be the cringiest thing you will ever read.

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"And your whole party has been wiped out by the red hooded lich." Said a brown haired, blue eyed teenage boy wearing a red hoodie. "The end."

Four other teens who were sitting in front of the first groaned in union.

"Oh, come on! We prepared for weeks!" Cried on of the four.

"Nate, answer truthfully. Are you cheating?" Asked another.

"Nope, cheating just makes it boring." Replied Nate cheerfully as he juggled a d20 and a d12. "And I need entertainment!"

"Lucky son of a-" said one of the four before an alarm started ringing.

"That's my que. See you guys tomorrow." Said Nate getting up from his chair and heading out of the house after grabbing his pouch of dice.

"Screw you! I'll see you tomorrow." Said one of the four.

Nate started heading home not paying attention to his surroundings, thinking about what he should prepare for the next campaign.

As he was crossing the road, a speeding car approached his location at high speed.

Nate could only take a glance at the car before it ended his life.

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Nate Oak. A normal teen obsessed with Dungeon and Dragons whose name does get some giggles through the nickname "Professor Oak". He is someone with an unrivaled love for fantasy.

One would think he would be happy to be dropped in a fantasy world, but that is not the case.

"Huh?" Nate let out a sound of confusion upon waking up on a grassy field.

Nate was confused. He tried to recall the last thing he remembered. Flashes of his deaths appeared in his mind.

"No...no no nononoNONONO!" He yelled hysterically as he looked all around him. "I'm not dead. I'm not in heaven or whatever this place is!"

Suddenly, a map fell into his lap from nowhere.

Nate stared at map in confusion before opening it to see an arrow most likely pointing towards his current location.

"Tal'dorei?" He said not recognizing the place nearest to him.

It was then that Nate noticed a person in the edge of his eyes.

Nate closed the map and rushed towards the person seeing an old man who looked like a farmer.

As Nate approached the old man, he saw something weird. The old man was afraid. And not surprised or startled, just straight up terrified.

Nate tried to say something to the old man before suddenly, the world stopped.

Nate began shaking in place as stared at the grey land where time did not move.

"What's happening?!" He yelled before noticing a familiar pouch glowing on the side of his red robe. "Wait-"

Red robe? Nate looked all over his body to see himself dressed in a fancy red and gold robe with white gloves.

He looked around to see a nearby pond. He didn't know how exactly this time stopping affected light, but there was nothing he can lose.

Luckily, reflections still worked. Nate saw a shadow with two glowing blue orbs for eyes stare back at him.

With every new discovery, Nate was getting more more and anxious.

He turned to the glowing pouch and opened it to see a some dice inside with the d20 causing the glow of the pouch.

Seeing this, Nate did the only thing he could think of. He rolled the dice.

The result was...a one.

Time began flowing once more as the d20 returned to its pouch.

"W-what are you?!" Asked the old farmer who Nate had forgotten about in all the confusion.

"I-I'm just-"

Nate couldn't finish before the farmer started yelling.

"Get away from me!"

Nate took one step towards the old farmer.

"I'm not trying to hurt you."

"Stay away!" Yelled the old man before running away.

Nate stared at the old man as he ran for his life just wishing with all his mind that this is all just a nightmare and he would wake up at any moment.

But it never happened.

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Nate figured out a lot about his situation very quickly.

His role was akin to a dungeon master, the role he always took up when playing with his friends with some player mixed in there.

He could change the time of day and even create monsters using dice.

The dice didn't just dictate his newfound powers, it also dictated nearly everything in his new life.

Want to chat with a stranger? Roll the dice. Want to throw a rock into a pond? Roll the dice. Want to run away from a bear? Roll the dice.

Want to do anything requiring basic skills? Roll. The. F*#king. Dice.

Nate was going insane from rolling the dice. He was on the verge of ending it all.

But it was then that he found some company on a rainy day.

"What the f*#k are you?" Said a Gnome with a gold necklace as he and his friends approached Nate.

"Leave me alone." Groaned Nate sleeping under a tree.

"In case you haven't seen it, lotta rain." Replied the gnome gesturing towards the downpour all around them.

"Ugh." Nate didn't notice that time didn't stop for him to roll the dice when talking to these strangers and pulled out a d12 from his pouch before throwing it onto the ground.

Nate didn't bother to look at the result and just waited for the weather to change.

And it did...to a snowstorm.

"I hate my life." Deadpanned Nate.

"You can change the weather?!" Asked a white haired guy wearing glasses and a coat in shock.

"Nope. The dice can. I just throw it. And before you try to steal it, it comes back like a boomerang if I try to get rid of it." Said Nate tiredly. "Try to kill me before stealing it or the few other magic dice I have."

A lady wearing a blue tunic and a feather crouched to Nate's level and spoke. "How old are you?"

"16."

"Well, killing a sixteen year old would leave a bad taste. So how about you travel with us? Maybe you can find something you want on the way."

"I want the sweet release of death."

"Oh, sweet. We see corpses all the time." Joked the gnome.

"Scanlan!" The lady in the blue tunic glared at the gnome before turning back to Nate. "Maybe you'll find a reason to live on our travels and it's not like you have much to lose."

Nate shrugged. "Whatever."

"Excellent, welcome to Vox Machina..uh... what's your name?"

Nate could only groan as he was now part of Vox Machina.

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The pouch of dice is a vestige.

This fic was made purely because I wanted to do something with this concept and I wasn't feeling well enough to update any of my other fics.

Toodles.