My throat felt raw.
"…never again without warning."
She snorted.
"You didn't give me a chance to warn you."
The survivors were still staring like I had just crawled out of hell.
I slowly pushed myself onto my elbows. The world felt different. Sharper.
Every movement in the field registered. I could hear the wind bending grass.
Could see the slight depression in soil where moisture pooled.
Could smell something faint and sour near the fence line. My head throbbed.
But clarity sat underneath it. Level four. Perception increased. At a cost.
I exhaled shakily.
"…fucking worth it."
Genesis stared at me.
"Say are you fucking masochist or somenthing?"
I tried to stand.
My legs wobbled but held. The survivors didn't move closer.
They looked like I might explode again. I wiped dirt from my mouth.
"…what are you all staring at?"
No one answered. They just stared. Wide-eyed. Terrified. Only the I realized.
I had been screaming. Rolling. Cursing like a man being flayed alive.
In the middle of the field. I looked at them. They looked at me.
The wind moved softly through the newly planted rows.
"...right"
Genesis hovered nearby, watching me carefully.
"You done embarrassing yourself?"
I blinked.
"…define done."
She opened her mouth to respond. And then the air in front of me flickered.
Like bad reception. A distortion. Thin at first. A ripple through reality itself.
Seeing this I frowned.
"…hey Genesis."
She froze mid-hover.
"I see it."
A red line cut across my vision. Not in the world. In the interface. Then another.
Then ten. Then.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
The words slammed into my sight repeatedly, overlapping each other like someone smashing a keyboard.
The distortion widened. The air made a sound. Not loud. But wrong.
Like glass bending.
Genesis' expression shifted from annoyance to something else entirely.
"…oh boy here we go again."
The text glitched harder.
SYSTEM DESYNCHRONIZATION DETECTED
ERROR ERROR ERROR
PLAYER DOES NOT BELONG IN THIS TIMELINE
ERROR ERROR ERROR
My stomach dropped.
"…excuse me, so wherd the fuck do I belong then?"
The words didn't disappear. They multiplied. Overlaying my vision. Stacking. Corrupting.
Like a broken HUD bleeding into reality.
The ground beneath my feet trembled slightly. The air temperature shifted.
Dropped. Sharp and cold. The survivors backed away instinctively.
The distortion in front of me deepened. The light bent inward.
Like gravity had decided to focus on one point in space. Genesis spun toward me.
"Congrats I think we're about to get transported back to our new timeline."
"No shit."
More text followed. More red.
TEMPORAL MISALIGNMENT CONFIRMED
FOREIGN EXISTENCE FLAGGED
INITIATING DIMENSIONAL TRANSFER
My heartbeat accelerated. Loud. Too loud. Even to me. A crack split the air. Not sound.
Space. Like something invisible had just fractured.
A thin black line opened in midair in front of me. Perfectly vertical. About six feet tall.
The edges shimmered. Reality peeled apart. Seeing this the survivors screamed.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
"GET BACK!"
The line widened. Slowly. Revealing not darkness. But absence. Not black.
Not void. Just nothing.
Like the concept of existence had been deleted in that strip of space.
The pull started subtle. My shirt tugged forward. Dust lifted from the ground.
Small pebbles rolled toward the tear. The interface flashed again.
TRANSFER IN 3
"Well fuck me here we go again."
The pull intensified. Loose dirt lifted and spiraled toward the rift.
Tools clattered across the ground.
One of the survivors fell backward trying to scramble away.
2
I dug my boots into the soil instinctively. My enhanced perception made it worse.
I could feel the air pressure shifting. Hear the fabric of space vibrating. Smell ozone.
Taste metal. The rift widened fully now. The edges crackled like burning film.
The center remained utterly blank. Not dark. Blank.
1
The pull became violent. My feet left the ground.
"This better be not a one way ticket to a universe where there Is only war..."
I cursed out loud only for an older man to lung forward on instinct.
"Grab him!"
Someone caught my sleeve. For half a second. Then. RIP. The fabric gave out.
The force yanked me backward. Hard. The world tilted sideways. The sky rotated.
The field spun. The survivors' faces blurred into streaks of terror. Genesis screamed something. But the sound warped. Stretched. Distorted. Like it was being dragged through water.
The rift swallowed me. There was no sensation of entering. No passing through a surface. One moment, I was in the field. The next everything vanished. No light. No sound. No up.
No down. No temperature. No gravity. Just violent acceleration without direction. My body felt like it was being pulled through a needle's eye. Compressed. Elongated. Disassembled. Reassembled.
My enhanced senses went haywire. There was too much nothing. Perception requires input. There was fucking none. It felt like suffocation without air. Like blindness without darkness.
Like silence without space. Somewhere in the chaos, the system voice continued.
REALIGNING TEMPORAL COORDINATES
CORRECTING FOREIGN ENTITY ERROR
I tried to scream. I don't know if I did. There was no sound to carry it. Then Impact. Not physical. But conceptual. Like reality reasserted itself all at once. Light detonated. Sound crashed in.
Gravity returned violently. And the world. Cut.
...
Back in the field. Silence. The rift snapped shut with a sharp, implosive crack. The air rushed inward. Dust fell. Tools clattered back to the ground.
The space where the man had been standing was empty, as if he had never been there. Just churned soil. Scattered seeds. And a torn sleeve fragment fluttering down slowly.
The survivors stood frozen. No one moved. No one spoke. The wind passed through the newly planted rows again. Soft. Almost gentle. The older man stared at the empty space.
"…what the fuck just happened?"
No one answered. Because none of them had a word for what they had just witnessed.
...
Darkness. Then warmth. Then a smell. Not dirt. Not ash. Not rust. Something cleaner. Faintly sweet. My consciousness crawled upward slowly, like it was hungover. I lazily cracked one eye open.
Bright. Too bright. I squinted and muttered thickly,
"…five more minutes…"
My mouth felt dry. Something warm slid down my chin. Drool. Great. Somewhere nearby, a familiar voice snapped:
"You do not get five more minutes after being forcibly spatially displaced through an unstable..."
I groaned and tried to roll over.
"Genesis… stop yelling…"
Then I froze. Because directly in front of my face. Squatting. Close. Very close. Were healthy, tanned, not muscular but just meaty enough thighs. Lean. Plump. Real. Actual fucking female legs.
My brain stalled. My eye, traitorous, autonomous, slowly travelled upward. Black denim shorts. Snug. And just barely visible beneath the hem, peeking out white. Just a sliver of white fabric.
My brain, still booting, processed the color before context.
"…white…"
I muttered out subconsciously as I did there was a pause then Genesis spoke up.
"White what?"
Genesis asked. Her voice sounded closer. Fuller. Less echoing. I blinked fully awake. She was no longer floating. She was standing, well, squatting like a gangster, arms on her knees.
Human-sized. About a head shorter than me. Flat tanned belly. Black tank top. No bra. Arms crossed. Expression confused.
"…did your brain get scrambled or something?"
She asked. I was still staring. White. My mouth moved before my survival instinct caught up.
"…white panties."
Silence. Absolute. Nuclear. Silence. Genesis froze. Her eyes dropped slowly. She looked at herself. Looked at the hem of the shorts. Then looked back at me. Very slowly.
"…son of a bitch."
...
Inside MCs brain
A red lever was pulled.
INTERNAL ALERT DRACULA SYSTEM BIOLOGICAL OVERRIDE DETECTED
Klaxons blared. Red lights spun. At the center console sat Chibi Angel Drac, a bit healthier looking than last time but still pretty banged up.
Opposite him was a Chibi Devil Drac, looking more or less the same. Between them? A recently installed upgraded control panel, and every dial was spiking.
"WHO AUTHORIZED FULL SENSORY RESOLUTION?!"
Angel screamed, slamming buttons. Devil squinted at the incoming data feed.
"Oh no. Oh no no no."
Monitors flashed:
Visual Stimulus: HIGH
Hormonal Output: RISING
Adrenal Response: MIXED SIGNAL
Blood Redistribution: PENDING
Then another alarm.
BALLS DEPARTMENT REQUESTING ADDITIONAL RESOURCES
Devil's eyes widened.
"OH HELL NO."
A smaller screen from seventies popped up showing two overexcited chibi Drac technicians in hard hats labelled LEFT and RIGHT, pulling levers wildly.
"Boost production!"
Left shouted.
"She's right there!"
Right yelled.
Angel smacked the emergency button.
"Shut it down!"
The lever jammed. Devil grabbed a microphone and screamed.
"BALLS DEPARTMENT, THIS IS COMMAND. STAND DOWN."
Static. Then Left replied.
"WE HAVE VISUAL CONFIRMATION. WHITE FABRIC SIGHTED."
Right added.
"REPEAT. WHITE FABRIC CONFIRMED."
Devil slammed his fist into the console.
"IT'S COTTON, YOU IDIOTS."
Another gauge ticked upward.
Testosterone Surge: 68%… 72%… 81%
Seeing this angel Drac flipped through his clipboard frantically.
"He just woke up! He was spatially displaced! His nervous system is still recalibrating!"
Devil leaned over the console.