Wowwww, I am definitely making some people very disappointed by starting another fanfiction without even finishing or working on my previous projects. To new readers let's just say that I'm not the. . . Most reliable person when it comes to continuing any of my works. But I think that this is it. That this will finally be a work that I'll definitely continue! Why you might ask? Because Index, Railgun, and Accelerator are my favorite anime of all time! And lately I've been very disappointed with the extreme lack of Toaru fanfics out there. So I'm making my own! Sure this'll be a self-insert but, can you really blame me for wanting to live out the Toaru Universe myself?

Anywho!

This fanfiction is inspired by "First Order" written by grifman275, "A Certain Defective Sister" written by KageYami, and "Base of Energy" written by Auvidence.

'Italics within quote marks' - Internal Thoughts

"Words within quotation marks" - Outward Speech

Prologue: Dying is. . . Cold?

July 11th, 2022.

Three AM.

"Bro. Bro! BRO! HE WAS RIGHT THERE, I WAS LITERALLY TELLING YOU THAT HE WAS IN THE BUSH, DUMBASS!" A squeaky and grainy voice yelled loudly in my ear through my large headphones, this kid had to have been at least twelve with how he was playing the game. And yet he thinks he can yell at me about some ganker?!

"He was using his stealth ability! And I'm pretty sure that YOU KNOW THERE ARE AT LEAST FIVE BUSHES NEAR ME, YOU DIDN'T SPECIFY YOU JUST SAID "hE's iN A bUsH"!" This kid's level seventy three, he has to know that Kha'Zix turns invisible and undetectable whenever he hits level six! If he doesn't then I've gotta change my view on the players I interact with!

"YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER, BUT THEN AGAIN HOW COULD YOU WHEN I'M THE ONE CARRYING THE TEAM" Carrying th- CARRYING THE TEAM?!

THIS ZERO KILLS, FORTEEN DEATHS, AND 2 ASSISTS HUMAN TRASH THINKS HE'S CARRYING?!

"ALRIGHT THEN FINE, IF YOU'RE SO CONFIDENT WIN ON YOUR OWN YOU LITTLE SHIT STAIN OF A HUMAN BEING!"

If he was going to be toxic and disgusting then I would just have to match it. Did I promptly turn off my computer, take off my headphones, and leave the game? Yes. Am I probably going to be reported and get a queue penalty that lasts for twelve hours? Ehh, not really. That guy had been getting on everyone's nerves and it's highly probable that the other guys would report him and not me. Besides, a little penalty wouldn't really affect me in the long run.

If I was banned I would just have to play on an alt. account. Sure that would've been a pain to deal with since I would have to log in with my other email. But ehh. It's a fun enough game for me to do some extra work.

I could also play a completely different game but lately all the Summer 2022 games have been disappointing.

And I'm definitely NOT going back to Genshin Impact.

Damn 0.005 percent chance of a five star pull. . . Practically spending hours and hours trying to pull for a single character. . .

I think I still get nightmares about all the grinding I had to do to even try for a five star character. . .

And I still didn't get it.

Another possible candidate would've been Lost Ark. If I was the main character that is-

For those uninitiated into the Lost Ark fandom, you play as the 'chosen one'. But heads up! YOU'RE NOT THE CHOSEN ONE. Some scrub named Armin will come along and completely steal the spotlight and you'll be second fiddle!

Another waste of time I ended up participating in. . .

I sighed and ended up getting up from my chair. Doing a little stretch here and there since I've basically been sitting for over five hours. My lanky and slim limbs would be creaking if I were made out of metal. Hell, even my eyes burned a tiny bit every time I closed them. And I still have to take a shower today too? Jeez. Summer break cannot be ending anytime sooner. . .

To be honest I'm actually a bit scared to even take a peek at the clock right now. The last time I stole a glance at it was around 6:54PM. . . So it wouldn't have been more than like a a few hours right. . .? Just maybe 2 or 3 hours. . . I'll just take a small little itty bitty look and it'll be- 3:02AM!?

THREE O' TWO AM!? WHAT WAS I- BUT MY SHOWER AND-

A sudden yawn broke me out of my thoughts, I could feel the fatigue I had been subconsciously holding off begin to seep into my body.

. . . I'll just. Take a shower tomorrow. . . I mean, I also have to clean and wash some of my clothes, not to mention my bedding and blankets. So might as well pile more things on my to-do list for tomorrow. . . Right. . .? Ehehe.

I hate my life.

I ran my fingers through my dark brown, short-length hair before falling onto my bed. I didn't even realize how late it had gotten. Sure I don't have much to do tomorrow other than some early grocery shopping and some household chores. But damn is this going to hurt my sleeping schedule.

Not that my sleeping schedule was anything to be proud of before, but now it's really damaging to even glance at.

I put my phone to charge on my nightstand, although now that sleep was beginning to take me it was a bit hard to plug in the charger. I kept hitting the edges or the silicon of my green frog phone case.

I eventually gave up and threw it on the nightstand. If it didn't charge it didn't charge. It wasn't like I couldn't just put it to charge tomorrow.

I grabbed the remote right next to the charger on my nightstand and used it to turn off my LED lights and quickly fell asleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to get some of those blueberry waffles we bought a while ago.

Tomorrow's gonna be a good day.

"Jamie! Get up, we're going to Waffle House for breakfast!" I could hear the aging voice my mother yell from all the way downstairs.

My limbs might as well be made of lead with how heavy they felt at this particular moment. Damn. Waking up with only six hours of sleep is unfortunate.

If I were a lesser man I'd say some crap like: "Such Misfortune".

I gave a loud yawn before gathering enough energy from my already drained inner-battery to be able to get up from my nice, warm, comfortable and soft bed. . . . Man. I want to lay back down! It's so cold in this house.

My green cased phone was on the nightstand. I tried opening it to see if it had any battery left and it had a good fifteen percent left, although I didn't have too much confidence in that number considering the amount of times it said I had a good percentage left and then immediately died a few minutes later.

I looked down to see what I fell asleep with and saw that I was just wearing my usual attire.

My socks were the dumb ones that were ankle-length and had little fun designs like hamburgers or spaceships on them. My pants were simple straight dark-blue jeans that weren't snug but weren't baggy either. My shirt was a big black one that had a cartoon-ish ramen bowl eating from itself, I thought it was funny so I picked it out at random when I bought it.

Since I was already sort of put together, and didn't smell too bad I think, I simply put on my slip-on shoes and walked across the hall to the bathroom.

Although it seems that I'm still half asleep since I walk straight into the door, bumping my head against the solid wood that acts as a barrier from the hall to the bathroom. I hissed in pain a little as I put my hand to my forehead. Weird. I thought I had opened it?

I tried to open it again but found it closed. Maybe someone was already-

"HEY DUMBASS, I'M TRYING TO USE THE BATHROOM" A loud, obnoxious, and to be frank irritating voice yells out from behind the door.

Ah yes. Of course. How could I forget my lovely younger sister, Jane.

The door swings inward to reveal the 'oh so dazzling' form of my brat of a little sister. Only standing at a height of 5'4" to my 6'1", light brown hair going from her head to her upper back, beige flip-flops, short jean-shorts, and a gray t-shirt that says 'send noods' with the image of a ramen bowl with a phone taking a selfie. We might be at eachothers throats but our taste in t-shirt designs are what makes us family I guess.

Although, how she managed to get that t-shirt by our parents still eludes me.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY, I HAVE TO BRUSH MY TEETH." I tried my best to get past her but even with her short body she blocked the doorway with her arms. Damn her athletic strength!

"Oh yeah? What's the point? I'm sure with all that soda you're drinking they're already falling out-" That damn smirk on her face. . .

"MY TEETH ARE PERFECTLY FINE THANK YOU, NOW MOVE OR ELSE I'M MAKING YOU WAIT EVEN LONGER FOR BREAKFAST. YOU KNOW MOM AND DAD WON'T LEAVE WITHOUT THE BOTH OF US-"

"OH YEAH!? FINE THEN, GO AHEAD YOU PIG!"

"PIG, IF I'M A PIG THAN THAT MAKES YOU A BI-"

"Children. . ." That voice. It was gruff, authoritative, and most of all. . .

"O-Oh. Hey Dad." My voice was wavering and honestly quite shaky. My Dad is around fifty six years old, outranks me in height with his 6'5" stature and most of all he's probably the scariest person I know to date. I remember I once got grounded just from accidentally spilling ink over his report papers when I was younger. . . Actually now that I'm thinking about it that's a perfectly valid reason to ground your kid.

"Daddy! I'm sorry, I was going to go down stairs but Jamie stopped me." Great. . . She was pulling the Daddy's Girl card. And of course he's going to agree with her-

"Hmpf, don't worry sweety. Just hurry and get in the car, you know how your mother gets when hungry." Dad ruffled her hair playfully before pushing her on her way downstairs.

"Come on Dad, you know that's not what happened." I tried pleading with the aging man. While I knew nothing bad would've happened I'm sure he would have still cut off the internet for the both of us considering how he could hear the argument, or at least the ending part of it.

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not. Either way just hurry up and get ready to go. Like I told your sister your mother is sitting in the car and waiting patiently." He gave me that signature small fatherly smile that complimented his squarish jaw and graying hair. He headed downstairs and I could hear the front door close with a quiet thump.

I gave another sigh, although I'm not sure if this one was because of sleep deprivation or exhaustion from all this activity early in the morning. I just wanted to be done with this already.

I walked into the bathroom, rubbing my eyes before looking at myself in the mirror. Acne wasn't too hard on me anymore, leaving my face with nothing more than a few acne scars here and there but nothing too severe. I quickly brushed my teeth with my soothing mint toothpaste and rinsed my mouth with the mint mouthwash. Making sure I used mine and not Jane's. Trust me, there's nothing more in this world that I wouldn't want in my mouth than something of Janes.

The thought sends the coldest shiver up my spine. Probably coming straight from the bowels of a frozen over hell.

Throughout my teenage years I was blessed with not having to wear glasses, a trait that ran through our entire family but somehow I managed to miss. Not that I'm saying I wanted glasses. But everyone in my family wore them. Mom, Dad, even snot-nosed brat Jane wore them. My eyes were a bit sharp. Meaning I accidently glared at some people without even realizing it. My jaw was as square as my Dad's, something I'm glad I inherited. All in all this was me. Jamie Nectroz, resident gamer and disappointment of the Nectroz household.

I gave a small smile at the thought before leaving the bathroom and heading downstairs to join my family, closing the door behind me and making sure the automatic lock activated. My parents were paranoid about burglars ever since a house a few blocks away got robbed.

It's nice knowing they care though.

I saw the impatient look my little sister shot at me from the backseat of the car and walked as slowly as I could towards the dark green minivan. Making exaggerated motions as I opened the door. She gave me an exasperated sigh before looking back at her phone. My parents were talking to each other, something about a friend of my Mom's friend visiting the Dallas Zoo. I closed the door behind me and settled into the faux-leather of the seat.

I pulled out my wireless earbuds and put both of them into my ears. There's nothing better than riding in a car and listening to music while you wait to get to your destination. Normally I would've just put one so I could hear if my name was called but.

Come on, it's early and I'm hungry. I just wanna relax a bit before we get to the restaurant.

Is this probably going to drain my battery? Maybe. But ehh, Mom always did say I should talk to them more during breakfast-

My thoughts were interrupted with another yawn breaking out of my mouth.

Jeez, am I really that sleepy? I'll just put the back of my chair down a little, lay in a more comfortable position, and take a nice little nap. I can already taste the strawberry glazed pancakes even as the edges of my vision darken.

Hopefully I can sleep comfortably until we get there. But knowing my family. . .

I fall into a sleep that I really really hope Jane doesn't interrupt with her stupid and annoying voice.

It hurt.

'What happened? What's going on? My. My chest. What's going on. . .?'

I tried opening my eyes.

That was my first mistake.

I couldn't- I couldn't see them, my vision was tinted red. It was hard to keep my eyes open, like something was irritating them. I had to constantly keep blinking in order to even try to look around me. It's like trying to open your eyes while underwater.

It felt hot. It felt so hot. Did they. . . Turn on the heat or something? But it's the middle of Summer. . . They must've accidentally turned it on, I'll just lean forward and change the temperature here in the ba-

"A-AAAAAAAH" My voice cried out. My hand, my fucking hand. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and I saw it immediately.

My skin was melting. No. It was adhering to what I touched. What. . . What did I touch. . .?

At closer inspection it was a metal beam. Glowing orange, red and emanating a heat so hot that I could feel my skin blistering. There was a fucking metal beam inside of his family's car. A metal beam right through his. . . .

No.

No please.

Please.

Mom. . . Dad. . . No.

PLEASE. WHATEVER NIGHTMARE THIS IS. PLEASE.

The car it's. It's sideways, and- And I need my phone that's it. I'll call for help. I need- I need help.

I tried reaching into my pocket. I tried ignoring the sharp and hot pain that raged throughout my entire body. I could feel something going down my cheeks and I couldn't tell if it was tears or. . . Or my blood. And when I finally got to my pocket. . . It was gone.

My phone was gone. It wasn't there.

I frantically opened my eyes and tried looking around my area of the car. Trying my hardest not to accidentally catch a glance towards my-

I-

I looked for my phone.

I didn't look at the pooling dark blood. I didn't look at the arm of my. . . Arm of my. . . The arm that was laying there. I tried my hardest. I didn't want to look. I couldn't.

And I eventually found it. My phone, broken and the screen with cracks like spiderwebs but it was still on. It still worked.

I stretched out my arm as much as I could, I cried and hissed in pain as I felt burns begin to open and break and bruises shift and move. If I could just touch it with my fingers, just nudge it closer to me-

The car suddenly shifted, throwing some of the items of the car around as the car setted again. It's almost like the car was unbalanced. But I didn't want to think about that now. I finally got it, the phone. It was thrown near me.

I quickly grabbed it, ignoring the pain that was raking through me. I swiped the screen and started pressing nine, one, on-

. . .

. . . . .

The screen turned off.

The damned thing showed me the low battery symbol before it shut itself off, showing me the reflection of myself bloodied and battered in the cracked screen.

That's right. I didn't charge it last night. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't know I. I couldn't have known.

Someone please.

"Someone please help me. . ." My voice was but a whisper, and it was raspy.

"Please. . . h-help. . . . . us. . ." I was getting quieter. . .?

The world was getting numb too. The pain I was feeling was starting to disappear. I was. . . Starting to pass out. No. . . No. Please. If I fall asleep then. . . Who will save us. . .? Who will . . . Save me. . .

I'm sorry Jane.

I'm sorry Dad.

I'm sorry Mom. . .

I'm sorry. . .

No one told me that. . . Dying was so cold. . .

Please. . . I don't want to be-

-alone.

I wasn't breathing. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see. The only thing I was sure of was that I was thinking. That these. . . These were my thoughts.

And that. . .

This wasn't home. This wasn't my room.

This wasn't. . . The Car.

I was. . . Somewhere else. My entire body felt like it was being suspended in some sort of. . . Liquid. Like if you were to go underwater in a bathtub but. . . Warmer. . .? It wasn't a bad feeling. It was nice. It felt. . . Safe. Like a parent was holding me-

My. My Parents. . . My Parents. . . N-No. . . Mom. Dad. . . . Jane. They're all. . . No. No.

The fluid around me began to leave me, draining away near the bottom of my feet. I heard a small hiss as cold air began rushing into where I was. Compared to the warmth I had, it was bone chilling. Like my skin had never felt this kind of cold before. The darkness I was in began receding as light hit my eyelids. I tried opening them but it felt like I was just waking up from a long rest. Had I been in a coma. . .?

I felt my two feet hit the ground, it felt metallic. I tried taking a hesitant step even though I still couldn't quite see. My legs were wobbling and shaking so badly that I fell to my knees. A hand stopped me just before the rest of my body could follow suit, it held me by my shoulder before setting me on my knees.

My hands reached up towards my eyes as I rubbed them in hopes that the blurriness would recede and leave me. They felt soft. . . Smaller than I remembered. Was I out for long. . .?

There was something wet on my back, it felt like hair. No. . . I'm sure it was hair. Just how long was I asleep?

I heard two unknown voices right there and then. They must've been my doctors right. . .? They sounded like they were speaking some foreign language, something that sounded akin to Korean or Japanese. No wait. Wait, that was Japanese, all the times I've seen anime has sort of given me a six sense when it came to identifying the language. One of the voices sounded excited and feminine, while the other was older and feminine. Even though I had seen loads of anime in my short lifetime I wasn't one of those idiots who thought I could speak the language from just watching shows. But I did make out one word. But it sounded more like a name than anything.

"Misaka."

The name sounded familiar. Like I had heard it before. But it's not like it wasn't a common name among Japanese people. . . But we were in America. Maybe they both think it's easier to talk in their native language?

I dreaded opening my eyes but I needed to see the world around me. I needed to know what was going on.

My eyelids were slow to open. Like I haven't used them in such a long while. The light that invaded my retinas was blinding, I immediately shut my eyes as I heard an effeminate gasp. Although I didn't know where it came from. Maybe the doctor was surprised I was awake already? I tried once more, this time my eyes managing to adjust as I kept them open long enough to see what was in front of me.

Two Doctors, lab coats and all. They were both wearing round glasses, although the older woman's were a bit narrower in design.

I looked around me for a bit before I noticed that this was starting to look less and less like a hospital room and more and more like something out of a science fiction novel. The metallic tiled floor was clean, almost gleaming with how pristine it was. And there were metal covered tubes with hoses connected to them everywhere I looked. There were hundreds of them if I looked hard enough.

What really startled me was when I looked at myself.

My arms and hands were so slim and small now. Nothing compared to my not exactly buff physique but still thick arms, and my legs. They were skinnier when they reached my feet but my thighs were almost the same size as before if not a tad bit smaller. My hair was so long. . . It spread all around me like a small blanket was attached to my head. It was less dark brown and more amber brown now. Before I could inspect myself any closer, such as my crotch area or my chest area, a hand took my arm and lifted me up.

It was the younger doctor. She was helping me stand while the other older one led us somewhere. The floor was cold and I swore I heard someone whimpering.

The hallways were gray and beige. Not the white you would expect from a hospital, less comforting and more professional looking. I looked at the young doctor that was helping me walk, she in return gave me a sympathetic and sad smile. Was something wrong. . ?

I tried asking her but nothing came out of my mouth, like my throat and tongue wouldn't listen to me.

We eventually reached a large room with multiple large capsule-like machines. They slowly led me to one and started positioning me to lay down in it. I squirmed and tried getting up to show them I didn't need anymore rest but. . . Somewhere deep inside of me. . .

Something was wrong with this entire situation. It felt so familiar. Too familiar. Like I had seen it somewhere before.

The doctors eventually won the battle as I couldn't keep up any strength to fight them at all, they laid me down and put a large helmet on my head. It was cold but snug, the front part positioning over my eyes as the sides clamped down on my ears. I heard another small hiss that I was sure was something closing over the capsule. Most likely that large blue covering that was above the capsule when we entered the room.

And that's when it hits me.

The large tubes that spanned over tens and hundreds of meters, the walls and floors that seemed to fit more in a research facility than a public hospital, the doctors that wore regular clothing and not scrubs or face masks, the sad look one of them gave me, the long amber brown hair I now sported, the feminine gasps and hisses of pain I heard during our walk over here, the large machine that featured several tubes and wires. I had seen all of this before in. . . . In an anime.

The "Certain Magical Index" series. Specifically the. . . The Sisters Arc. . . . Which means that this machine is. . .

Testament. The apparatus that overrode what the clones could have been, and downloaded information straight into their brains. Creating carbon copies of the same Misaka Sisters that they've been churning out since the first experiment.

No. No, let me out.

Let me out!

I tried kicking the top of the capsule but my legs wouldn't move, I tried taking off the helmet but my arms felt like they were being held in place by an invisible force. I saw a bright light from inside the helmet and that's when I knew.

Testament had begun its operation.

I felt that same feeling. The one I got right before I passed out in the car, or. . . Did I die. . .? Does it matter. . .? Because right now. What this machine was doing to him(her?). . .

Will they still be them after all this is over?