Hi everyone! I had the idea of making a fanfiction where an OC gets transported into the Neptunia world, since I wanna try experimenting about a story like this. There have been many other stories like it, and I wanted to see how I could handle a story like it. This intro may be a bit slow and dull, though I wanted to write a chapter where the OC is effectively transported into the Neptunia world without it being overused like "he gets sucked into the PS3" or "Neptune appears in his world then takes him to Gamindustri as part of her party".

With that said, let's see how this fic does, and thank you for giving my newest story a try!

It's currently the middle of summer vacation, the most awaited time for people. It means relaxation, games and overall just taking it easy for two to three months. Well, that's for most people.

For me? It's just another time of applying for soul-draining jobs. Sure I graduated with a high GPA of 4.234 from my university after 5 years of pursuing my Master's Degree, but that doesn't mean shit if I absolutely despise this life. Begging and applying for jobs despite having lots of experience regarding internships and similar, only for job recruiters to be making up excuses as to why I didn't get the job. What the fuck do you mean the glue-sniffer retard that the CEO calls a son got the job!?

I would know, since the son was in one of my classes during college. And let's just say that his performance was less than satisfactory. Considering all the late assignments, tardiness to class, not paying attention, not writing down notes, late to the midterm and final exams, etc.

Well, I might as well go out for a walk. Let's see if this will clear my thoughts a little.

Maybe after this I can see if the newly announced Neptunia game is available for sale, at least that's one good thing about this life. On the rare times that I have time to myself, I spend it playing Neptunia or other RPG games. At least the game is easy to get used to and the story is actually quite engaging.

Oh, as for my name? I'm Alex Ivanova, just your average twenty-three year old doing his best in this life.

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Heading outside my apartment, I'm actually surprised that my brain isn't screaming at me anymore. Even if it's temporary, I should enjoy these few moments while they last. Thinking about what beverage I should get, I decide that a Monster Energy Zero Ultra should do the trick. Even if I have the choice for strong whiskey, I could not bring myself to be an alcoholic. Alcohol is expensive, and even if I have the funds, I much prefer to enjoy a nice cold can of Monster Energy. No hangovers, and it tastes great.

There's a small convenience store that I got a part-time job at a few years ago, and the boss was pleased enough with my performance that he gave me a permanent 50% discount on all drinks from there. Goes to show that putting in effort can get you rewards, but not all the time.

Although you shouldn't be drinking energy drinks that often, I think one per week should be enough to not feel any negative side effects. Making up my mind, I decide to take a walk towards the convenience store. It's a ten-minute walk, though I have noticed that walks can help clear my mind, even if it's just for a little bit.

Though I have always gone through this route, I most definitely am not looking forward to having to go near the areas infested by the homeless encampment. I know I shouldn't be talking about them like this, they are down on their luck and all, but sometimes they act like absolute pricks when they feel like you are "disrespecting" them. You accidentally make eye contact for even one second and they're already taking it as a challenge. Like they feel like they are so important that everyone should be treating them like kings and fondling their balls.

One time, I genuinely wanted to help one out, so I gave him $10, which should have been enough to go buy himself a sandwich or whatever. Then he proceeded to berate me about why I'm not giving him more and that I'm disrespecting him by giving him so little. Tsk, if they're going to be that stingy, then I might as well not try to help any of them at all. I could have used that $10 to buy myself something nice, oh well. It's probably just the drugs that have fried their brains, but usually as long as you don't look at them or even acknowledge their presence, you are good to go.

I could try avoiding the homeless camps, but considering that there's no other route to the convenience store, and I don't have a car, I have to sacrifice a bit if I want to get my beloved Monster Energy Zero Ultra. Something about enjoying a cold can of battery acid that rots my teeth every time I drink a can is just delightful. Though my dentist says I don't have any cavities and my teeth are healthy, so that's great.

Whistling as I try to not make eye contact with the pests that are the homeless people, I hum as I see the place that sells the object of my unholy desire. Just one minute of wading near the encampments, and another minute of the same thing as I walk home, then I'll be home and I can start my job search with some ice-cold battery acid.

"Hey." A voice sounds off from the side. Don't acknowledge him, don't even pay attention to him. I have no business with him, I just want to get my can of Monster, is that too much to ask for?
"Hey, I'm talking to you, don't ignore me!", the voice calls out. Get it through your drug-addled pile of slop that you call a brain, I don't want to talk to you!

Maintaining a poker face while I slightly walk faster while being vigilant, I pray to the heavens that I make it to the safety of the convenience store before the nuisance catches up to me, because holy shit he's walking towards me. The unwritten rule is that I don't bother them and they don't bother me, what's so difficult to understand?

Barely suppressing down a flinch as I feel a hand place itself on my shoulder, I realize that the bane of my existence managed to catch up to me, and proceeded to leave skin oils and other miscellaneous stuff on my jacket. This is a very nice jacket for fucks sake!

"Hey, you're gonna keep ignoring me like the little bitch you are?", He stumbles a bit as he speaks. Great, holding a bottle of booze and drunk as fuck? Just my luck. What deity did I piss off to be in this situation?

"Yep, now go away." I make a dismissing motion with my hands as I try to get him to fuck off and leave me alone. Short and straight to the point, but that ended up being a mistake.
"Huuuuh!? You better watch how you talk to me!" He grows annoyed. Look, he's the one who came up to me. He's the one who left a stain on my shoulder, and he's the one that's pissing me off!

"Or what? I have no business with you.", I'm getting bored of this, though I'm just about to reach the convenience store's safety.

"Yeah you do have business with me, show me your wallet. That would make a nice apology." he grins, like he's going to get what he wants and I have no say in it.

"Uh, how about no? I don't have any cash on me.", I really didn't have cash, but I had my debit card, which I was planning to use to buy my Monster Energy.

"Prove it, show me your wallet and let me see inside.", He begins to reach in his pocket to pull out a pistol. Since when do these fuckers have the funds to afford weapons!?

"You know what, fine. Would that satisfy you? I don't have any cash, brother." My voice is surprisingly calm and collected despite having a literal gun pointed at my chest. Maybe it's my subconscious desire to pass away that's keeping me from panicking?

"..." He stares at my wallet for what seems like forever, then his face turns even uglier as he seethes with rage.
"You are so fucking useless!", he hollers as he pulls the trigger.

It took a bit for me to process the sensation of the bullet tearing its way through my jacket and into my chest. There wasn't even any pain, other than feeling like I just got punched by Mike Tyson after he snorted a pile of cocaine.

"I-I've been-" I struggle to speak as I feel like I'm drowning in my own blood, "following… the unwritten…" I get cut off as my mouth fills up with crimson red. My blood splatters on the sidewalk as I struggle to finish speaking. "the unwritten rules…."

Then the pain begins to set in. It stings, it hurts, it burns! Holy shit! I think that bullet probably struck my heart!

Even if I were to call for medical service, it would probably take forever for the paramedics to arrive on scene. Not to mention the medical bills, though my insurance should cover emergency situations beyond my control. Even so, I've been shot in the heart, my chances of survival are pretty low!

"What unwritten rules? Heh, you should have had cash there. It's your fault, you know?" the irritant even has the courage to mock me even as I'm dying.

Tsk, I may be about to pass away, but I'm not going to the grave alone. I'm taking that fucker with me.

With a sudden boost of adrenaline, like Admiral Kuznetsov's skill "Will for Victory" in World of Warships, the pain is minimized to a tolerable level, and with borrowed time, I pull out my knife, which I kept for self-defense. Why didn't I pull it out before? I don't like escalating to violence.

He grows surprised at my last stand, and he doesn't have time to react as I swiftly slash my knife across his throat. Considering he was right in front of me, doing that was quite easy to do, even in my dying moments.

"There, now we'll be burning in hell together." I smirk as I look at him gurgling as he hastily clutches at his throat. The pain in my chest grows even worse from that stunt. Now I'm definitely going to be passing away from a ruptured heart and drowning in my own blood.

"Will for Victory" finally wore off, and I lost all feeling in my body as it began to fail me. While I slumped to the ground, I only had some regrets.

I didn't get my can of Monster Energy, and I didn't get to pick up my new laptop today. I even bought a nice model too!

Oh…. I'm dead.

My vision went black, and with that, my life in this world was effectively over.

How was that for the first chapter? Now, I make no promises on the update schedule, as I'm busy with the mistress that is College and life's responsibilities. Though I can assure you that chapter 6 for my Jack x Arcee story is still in progress, I even have a word counter in the summary to let y'all know when the next chapter is likely to be uploaded.

With that said, let's see how my Neptunia fic does, and I'm writing this because I wanted to try writing the CPU's personalities, as well as write scenes that I feel would fit in the story. I'll try to write an engaging, entertaining story. There are a lot of "OC in the Neptunia world" fanfics, and I want to try my hand at writing one.

Thank you for reading my first chapter, have a great day and stay safe out there!