This Strange World ( or My Isekai'd Life)

"Mr. Chris, we've arrived. Be mindful of the sudden jerk, love." Doctor Transfusion said. The car jerked forward, and then backward. It stopped. The train's strong whistle echoed throughout the car. The dark crimson colored mare at my side stood up. She adjusted her clothes. Her scintillating hands disappeared into her beautiful, ghost-white hair. The mare's ears, poking through the top of her hair, twitched. I picked up the bag she pointed towards, the black bag with the red plus sign. Doctor Transfusion nodded at me after she fixed her tail. "Do be careful with the bag, Mr. Chris. The objects inside are fragile."

I nodded to the doc. I must stick close to her at all costs. She's my lifeline.

Wow, this damn bag is heavy. How the hell did I not notice it? Score one for the adrenaline in my system.

Fuck, that sun is bright. It's blasting through the passenger car door. I'm surprised these creatures aren't blind from this sunlight. Though, heh, this reminds me of a player emerging from Vault 101 for their first time. They're blinded by the brilliant light of the sun. Seconds fade, and the player's vision adjust. A hellish, war-torn wasteland greets the player. I'm thankful that isn't what is greeting me. Canterlot is a city of wonder and fantasy.

I need to watch my step. This isn't a videogame. There are no continues; there are no save points; there are no check points; and -- if I die -- it is game over. This is real life, extreme survival mode....

Okay, who turned out the lights? Is it game over..., or do I even need to ask "who" is playing a trick on me at this point?

"Umph," I found myself pulled back. I'm not complaining. What's behind me is soft. "Come on Gusty Breeze, let go."

"..." A slight chuckle came from behind me. Wait, that isn't Gusty Breeze's scent. "Hello, Mr. Chris."

F-Fluttershy..., oh, oh damn. Her breasts are soft. Her arms are soft too. Her entire body feels so soft. Now I'm even more pissed off at that damn "Angel" bunny for fucking me over.

"Bahaha! Nice one, Fluttershy. His face is totally red." Gusty Breeze said. Damn that mare and her antics. She's -- F-Fluttershy.... She is like, way, "way" soft. I don't think "soft" describes the sensation. It's what a person wishes they could go to sleep with and wake up to the rest of their damn lives. Yea, rolling my eyes here, Doctor Transfusion doesn't look pissed at all. "Fine 'Doctor Transfusion,' I just wanted to have a little fun."

"Eep." Fluttershy said.

Gusty Breeze did it this time. The doc is mad as hell.

"It is alright, love. I know the mare beside you is the culprit. She's a rather naughty thing." Doctor Transfusion said. She shook her head and walked forward. "Gusty 'E' Breeze, shouldn't you 'be' somewhere?"

Wow, I never realized Fluttershy was that tall. She's a good five inches taller than Doctor Transfusion, maybe two inches over Gusty Breeze. Not to mention, Fluttershy's breasts are a good two or three cup-sizes bigger than the doc's, maybe one size bigger than Gusty Breeze, but, her wings a little weird. Fluttershy's wings seem large like Gusty Breeze's wings. See, right there, that pegasus mare passing by us has smaller wings than Fluttershy and Gusty Breeze. Are wing sizes like breasts sizes and height?

"Chris," Gusty Breeze pulled me in close, the right side of my face pressing into her left breast, "we're gonna head towards the Titaness registration. You keep a good watch on Fu-Fu."

"Okay, you can let me --" I'm being pulled in closer.

"By the way 'Chris,' don't think I forgot about yesterday. I still owe you." Gusty Breeze leaned in and whispered into my ear. Her eyes glanced at Fluttershy. The yellow pegasus mare looked at me and blushed. "I got something 'special' on the way, later today at our hotel. Fu-Fu already agreed to it, so be ready, 'love.'"

That's the second kiss I've gotten. Man, I love this fucking weird ass place!

Off those two go into the distance. It's hard to believe those two mares can fly. Heh, those two must have fallen from heaven to deploy those airbags.

"Ahem." Doctor Transfusion said. Her dark crimson finger tapped against her arm. "Ready, Mister Chris?"

Sorry doc, I promise to behave myself. You don't need to glare at me from over those black-rimmed glasses of yours.

"Would you like a mint?" Doctor Transfusion said. She produced a red cylinder from her lab coat pocket. "They help with bad breath."

"Do I have halitosis?" I said. The mare chuckled to herself, and then shook her head. "Thanks."

"I have several, so keep the container." Doctor Transfusion said. I placed the red vial into my pocket. "Looks like a blood-vial, doesn't it? It's why I like the design. The mints aren't half-bad, either."

Phew, these mints are strong. It's like concentrated peppermint extract.

Okay Chris, time to keep up for real. Do not get lost, do not get lost, DO NOT GET LOST! Just keep repeating that to yourself because if you get lost, you are dead meat.

"Mr. Chris, we will be heading to the market district on the east side of Canterlot, so please stick close to me. Though some creatures are odd, others can be violent." Doctor Transfusion said. I'm doing my best to keep up with your firm stride, doc. "Love, please try to keep up. Mrs. Rarity is not a mare to be disappointed."

That's easy for you to say, doc. You're not hauling some twenty-pound bag of crap around. My arms are like jello from our little "stride" through Ponyville this morning.

M-Man, this, this shit, phew..., this shit is heavy. I know I'm not the strongest man on Earth, but, but damn this shit is heavy. No matter how heavy, I can't drop this bag. Doctor Transfusion said there are fragile things inside. She'd have my hide if they broke. I just hope this workout is worth the reward at the end.

It's hard to fathom this fantasy scene come to life. Every bit of it is so surreal. I feel like I'm in some weird, fantasy-esque New York Times Square amongst this crowd.

A plethora of gorgeous mares, towels draped over their shoulders, just walked by us. It looks like we're walking by a gym. I can just make out several buffed up stallions and beefy as hell yaks inside. And, oh, oh damn, there are some beautiful zebras inside the gym too. Hell, I even see some sexy a fuck dragons. They're flirting with a couple of stallions and three mares.

And, there goes the gym. Whatever, I've gotta keep up the pace.

Huh, that's odd as hell. What is she supposed to be, some busty bug-horse species? I wonder what they are called. Over there on the corner, yea, that's definitely a minotaur on the corner with a microphone. He has some goat helpers, too. It sounds like he's advertising that gym we just passed. I'm must be hearing things. Did he just call himself Iron Will?

Okay, we're on a street corner with a sign that says something I can't read. Why am I surprised?

This is perfect. I need to learn how to read. I wonder if the doc or Gusty Breeze would teach me Ponyish?

No Chris, bad idea. That is beyond bad. Gusty Breeze would torment you, and you're not into super kinky stuff. That mare would play some weird strip-tease "get an answer right and I take off a piece of clothing" type of game. I mean, it sounds awesome in theory but so does me trying to fly in this world, heh.

"Come one, come all! Witness the Great and Powerful Trixie's Grand Finale performance this evening!" A mare bellowed. It looks like the light-blue mare is handing out fliers. She's just passing those things out to everyone. Avert your eyes, Chris. Keep walking Chris, just keep walking -- oh my god! Is she a magician or a damn call-girl, or would it be a call-mare? That has got to be the "sluttiest" magician's outfit I've seen in my life. "Starlight. Starlight, knock. It. Off! I've got a performance to announce. Hey, let me go. Save it for when we're in the wagon. Starlight!"

I guess Starlight is the one dragging the Great and Powerful -- no, that's wrong of me. It's wrong of me to call Trixie a slut. Those outfits are meant to be revealing. Still, her risqué getup borders on adult entertainment. I think Heffner would be proud to call her a bunny. Hell, she's already sporting the ears, stockings, and tight-fitting outfit.

There goes a yak and a dragon, and now there's another bug-pony thing passing by us. Dude, that's some creepy shit. If you colored these bug-pony things all black, they'd look like Xenomorphs. That sends shivers down my spine. I hope they don't have face huggers in Equestria, or Canterlot.

"Are you alright, Mr. Chris?" Doctor Transfusion said.

"Y-Yes, I'm just getting used to things." I said.

"If you're curious, that's Ms. Luminescence, a reformed creature called a Changeling. Like other changelings, she has," the changeling winked at us, "t-the power to shape-shift." Doctor Transfusion said. The doc blushed. Her tail shivered. She waved at Ms. Luminescence. "I've begged my employers to study the Changelings' biology and genes. They won't budge on the topic however. It'd cost too much money."

Uh huh, now that's interesting, doc. You're hiding some secrets of your own. I wonder what team you play on, heh heh.

"Genetics is a fascinating field of research." I said.

"Indeed." Doctor Transfusion said.

And... we're walking. We're still walking. Still walking, now we're walking some more. It'd be nice to take a cab. The damn novelty has worn off, all these different creatures passing us.

Guess what Chris, you're still walking.

It's a damn good thing these shoes are comfortable. I've got to remind myself to thank Mrs. Rarity. If these shoes are made from scratch, that mare needs to give the info to those idiots back on Earth. These things better than sneakers.

Here comes another street sign. Surprise, asshole! You still can't read a damn thing, can you? The only thing smaller than your dick size and your sperm count would be your IQ, moron! I'm fine, I'm cool, I'll, I'll just need to buckle down and study when this job is over. I'll be in Equestria for a long time from what I'm sensing.

"Chris!" Doctor Transfusion yelled.

"Whoa!" I said. Phew, at least the bag is safe. Damn, my butt is going to be sore today. That hurt! "Anyone catch the plate number of the truck that almost ran my ass over?"

"Sorry there, little fellah. Ah didn't see ya. Uhh, no offense on the 'little' part there, heh heh." The mare said.

No wonder you didn't see me, titzilla. I could take shelter under your damn knockers in a hurricane. Wow, I'm not a thigh man, but... heh, thick-thighs save lives as they say. This mare has that whole cute farm girl motif going for her, complete with cowgirl hat. She's pretty easy on the eyes.

"Applejack, it's good to see you. Is Mrs. Rarity still at her place?" Doctor Transfusion said.

Ahh, so this is the famous Applejack that Gusty Breeze talked about on the train. I'm not going to complain about being knocked down. Heh, this mare is definitely easy on the eyes. And speaking of eyes, I'm digging Applejack's soothing green eyes. They're just a shade lighter than the doc's. This Applejack mare also has some cute freckle marks on her face.

"Whoa..." I said.

"There ya go, little fellah. Sorry about knocking ya down like that without giving a proper hello. I'm in a hurry, as ya can tell, heh heh. These pies ain't gonna deliver themselves." Applejack said. She waved at me and Doctor Transfusion. "By the way, ta answer that question Doctor Transfusion, Rarity is at her place. She's also a little on the 'weird' side. Ya know, 'cravings' and all."

Now that's some serious pony power. Applejack's left a decent trail in her wake.

"You know Mr. Chris, Ms. Applejack is single." Doctor Transfusion whispered. I slowly turned, the doc leaning close to my right ear. In a slow, calm manner, I shook my head, twice. Applejack is muscular, but in a great feminine way that balances power with goddess-esque sexiness. It's like a woman who stays in regular shape with visible, defined muscle tone. However, there's no damn way we'd go at it. Applejack looks like she bench-presses tractor wheels, and she trains her thighs by crushing trees. She'd snap me in half, no doubt. "It's just a joke, love. Ms. Applejack is married to her work."

It's for the best. Applejack will find that special someone, I know it. As for myself, I'd be nice if that saying there's someone out there for everyone, but it's a fallacy. In the great rat-race of life, there are winners and loser, and I'm just a bottom of the barrel -- shit doc, wait up for me, will you? I can't even get a thought in edge-wise here, damn.

It's still hard to fathom the doc can blush. What is she thinking about?

"Are you the type who's holding out for the right mare, Mr. Chris?" Doctor Transfusion said. She winked at me. Her soft, ghost white tail brushed against my face. We continued down the gray stone road, and then stopped. "There, across the street, I can see it. Mrs. Rarity's Canterlot Boutique d'excellence, an absolute staple for the crème de la crème in Equestria. Between you and me Mr. Chris, I hope Mrs. Rarity's levels are alright."

What the hell is going, doc? What's so special about her pregnancy? What aren't you telling me?

Whatever, it's none of my business. I'm just the assistant. I'll just be on-guard and standby. At least I'll see what Mrs. Rarity looks like, and by judging from Fluttershy and Applejack, she's probably smoking hot.

"Mrs. Rarity, are you in, love? It's me, Doctor Transfusion." The doc said. She and I walked forward. The mare closed the door behind us, and then leaned towards me, "This is odd. Do you think she might have stepped out, Mr. Chris?"

I shrugged. How the hell should I know if she stepped out?

Man, this is some Scooby Doo bullshit. It's not dark, but it ain't lit up. There's a decent amount of light to see the place. Wow. We're in a clothing store alright. There are racks upon racks of clothes; dresses, suits and ties, every bit of it looks handmade. This is some high-quality stuff, alright. How does she hand-make all of these clothes? There's no way Mrs. Rarity does it alone.

I'm officially creeped out right now. The place is super quiet. There are no patrons here, either. If me and the doc split up, I'm bound to find Mrs. Rarity, and that doesn't sit well with me. There's something Doctor Transfusion isn't telling me something about Mrs. Rarity, and it's getting on my nerves. She shouldn't keep her assistant in the dark.

"I apologize if this is rude, but what aren't you telling me, doc? What's so special about Mrs. Rarity's case?" I said.

"Patient confidentiality, Mr. Chris." Doctor Transfusion said. Yes, I'm familiar with that concept due to my mother being a nurse, but you could at least trust me, doc. I "am" your assistant on this job. O-Okay, this is creepy. Who leaves gems lying around, in a damn bowl like a center piece. Is, that a... bite mark? There's a bite-mark taken out of a gem?! How did something bite into a gemstone as if it were a bagel?! "That's intriguing. A blue-sapphire with a bite taken out of it. Did Mrs. Rarity's husband snack on this one? Or, oh dear. Has Mrs. Rarity's diet changed, again?"

What the fuck?! Her diet changed to eating gems. I don't even want to know what creature eats gems like rock candy. Is Mrs. Rarity -- wait a minute.

Yea, it's more pronounced now. This way doc, I think it's through here.

"That's odd." I said. It's coming from up the stairs. Over here, near the door. "This scent, it's more pronounced than yours, Doctor Transfusion."

"That's a little rude. Are you saying I smell?" Doctor Transfusion said.

"Yes. I mean, no. What I mean --" I sighed, "-- sorry, it's a bit weird." I said. This perfume is odd. It's not like Fluttershy's flowery scent. "I apologize if my comment was rude. What I intended to say, what I wanted to say is that I have a sensitive nose. My mother always said I could sniff out a -- never mind, too crass. Anyways, the scent is stronger in this room."

There's a small light coming from the door. Did we come in and this mare didn't hear us? I thought Doctor Transfusion announced herself pretty clearly.

The door squeaked open. Several items whirled, whizzed, and buzzed about the room. A mare sat on a stool near a desk. Her hair and tail are odd. Shaded colors exist on mares, how?

"Is that, Mrs. Rarity?" I whispered. Doctor Transfusion nodded. "M-Mrs. Rarity?"

"Wah!" The mare said.

Everything fell to the floor. I darted behind Doctor Transfusion. Please don't kill me, weird lady. I don't want to die. I've got a sexy date with two mares later today.

Doctor Transfusion waved.

"Goodness darling, you startled me. It's all right," Mrs. Rarity waved at me, "you don't have to hide. I don't bite." She said. The mare waved at me. "My, he is rather skittish."

"You do not know the half of it, love." Doctor Transfusion said. She put a firm hand on my back and pushed me forward. "I apologize if we are late."

Mrs. Rarity's a beautiful fertility statue come to life. The sunlight beaming through the window glints off every inch of her in the most elegant way possible. From the shades of purple in her hair to the tip of her well-groomed tail, to her shoulders and chest cover by the robe to her elegant legs, every inch of this mare is breathtaking. Her large belly gracefully protrudes through the open slit of the robe, the mare's bellybutton popped out. She must be damn near full-term with a belly that huge. I'd wager triplets, possibly quintuplets. Her robe struggles to hold back those gargantuan breasts with each step the mare takes; Mrs. Rarity's chest dwarfs Fluttershy's massive mammaries by six cups, if not eight. It's just -- her husband is one damn lucky son of a bitch. Mrs. Rarity is just, just wow.

"You'll make me blush, darling." Mrs. Rarity said. I closed my eyes and smiled. "I do thank you for coming on such short notice, Doctor Transfusion. The blood-work absolutely slipped my mind."

"To be honest Mrs. Rarity, I'm grateful Dr. Rattle gave me the opportunity to draw the sample." Doctor Transfusion said. She nodded to me. I stepped forward alongside the doc. "Oh, Mr. Chris, wasn't there something you wanted me to 'remind' you about?"

I'm here to do this job, doc....

"Y-Yes, right." I said. Mrs. Rarity raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened. She appeared to scan every inch of me. "Thank you so, so much for the clothes, Mrs. Rarity. They're wonderful and fit like a dream. I've never felt clothes or fabric this awesome. The stuff in my world doesn't compare to it."

Umm, w-why is she coming closer.

Omph! Damn, this is one gentle, soft hug. Heh, not like Fluttershy's super soft body, but hell, I'm not complaining. Mrs. Rarity's perfume smells awesome, too.

"You are quite welcome, Mr. Chris. I'm glad those clothes found a good owner. They fit you spectacularly." Mrs. Rarity said. She let go. I smiled at her and said thank you again. "Now, on to business. Where do I need to sit?"

"Wherever you would like, Mrs. Rarity." Doctor Transfusion said. Mrs. Rarity sat down on the side of the bed. The doc pointed at me, and then the black bag. I placed the bag on a nearby chair. Several implements are inside, all of them organized into different compartments. Hmm, there, the doc needs this first. "Thank you, Mr. Chris."

I'm the assistant, doc. There's no need to thank me.

"Again, I do apologize for not greeting you two in the store. My assistant is on break, and when she left, I had a sudden burst of pragmatic inspiration for a new design. To poach a phrase from Rainbow Dash, I've been 'in the zone,' and I know this latest ensemble will be a masterpiece." She said. Doctor Transfusion slipped the band around the pregnant mare's arm. The doc donned some gloves. Mrs. Rarity took several deep breaths. Yea, getting stuck isn't pleasant. And just like that, we're all done. "You are a true professional, Doctor Transfusion. I doubt that mark will be there when I wake up tomorrow. I hate to ask," Mrs. Rarity sighed, "but could you help a lady up, Doctor Transfusion? Even with my new magic, training with Twilight when I can, it's difficult to get up and move around at times. I can't believe my due date isn't for another year."

Say wha?! W-Wha... how? She's pregnant as all hell and not due for another year? There's no word in the human language to describe this shit. This mare looks like she could fucking pop at any moment. How is she still not due for another year?!

Know what Chris, just, just deal with it. You have got to realize sooner or later this is place is not Earth: it is Equestria.

"And... there we go, Mrs. Rarity. I do want to be careful," Doctor Transfusion smiled, "not to use my full strength. Anyways, we'll place the vial inside the hospital's mobile refrigeration box. These little things are a marvel of engineering." Doctor Transfusion said. She smiled at the closed white box. Yea, she's a geek alright. I never knew someone could fawn over a box. The doc is probably fantasizing, having an orgasm about the results. What would you call a fantasy orgasm anyways, a fangasm? Whatever, we all have our quirks. "Mrs. Rarity, thank you for the opportunity. I cannot wait to study your results."

Mrs. Rarity hugged Doctor Transfusion. The two mares stood at eye level. They nodded at each other.

I guess it's time we left.

Omph! Okay, okay, it was nice to meet you too, Mrs. Rarity. Thanks for the second hug.

"Please drop by if you two ever need an outfit or two." Mrs. Rarity waved at us. She's married to her work just like Applejack. "Now, time for this masterpiece to come to life! Mwuhahaha!"

Yea, she's crazy. That mare's husband is lucky to have her and the capability to deal with her.

*** *** ***

"Your professionalism needs a little work, but it's acceptable." Doctor Transfusion said. The mare has one strange, hearty grin while she's grasping that white box in her hands. The box is just reflecting off her eyes. "Think of the possibilities. We could learn so much from this specimen. It would -- ahem," Doctor Transfusion adjusted her lab coat, "please keep this safe, Mr. Chris. We have a schedule to keep, so please keep up the pace. We're off to another engagement."

"Tomorrow, an incident will happen in Canterlot, and you will be in the thick of it."

Now I'm hearing things. That sounded like Princess Luna.

This, this isn't right. I get a bad feeling holding onto this box with Mrs. Rarity's blood sample in it. The doc said for me to hold onto it, to keep it safe. I better put this in my pocket vs. in the bag. I'll put these mints in one of the spare refrigerant boxes and keep it in the bag. If someone steals the bag, they'll get a fake sample. Right, Princess Luna?

"Mr. Chris, this is an important appointment we must keep." Doctor Transfusion said. She tapped the silver watch on her left wrist. "It concerns you, 'love.'"

Okay doc, okay, I'm hurrying up. Damn Princess Luna and that weird sensation she put into my head. She has me creeped out to hell and back.

This mare does not let up on the pace. She's almost halfway down the block.

"Doctor Transfusion," I'm going to come right out and ask, "'why' does Mrs. Rarity have different eyes than yours? Not to mention, what's the deal with her horn and those two 'bumps' on her back?" I said. Doc, doc don't you dare bullshit me. "If I'm to be a proper assistant, I must know what I'm assisting with, right?"

She's slowing down.

"Fair enough, Mr. Chris, and I must say, your perception is spot on. Those two 'bumps' as you call them are Mrs. Rarity's wings. Her eyes are also more 'unique' than mine. You see, Mrs. Rarity is part dragon, however, she is more than just a mere mare who's part dragon. That mare, through an wondrous, blessed moment also became part alicorn." Doctor Transfusion said. Her pace has slowed. The mare's eyes are firm. "It's a happy memory etched into my mind, beyond the darkness that came before it. Sorry," Doctor Transfusion took off her glasses and wiped her eyes, "I don't want to talk about that subject. Another time, perhaps."

It's not hard to sense something happened, doc. I'm sorry for your loss.

"Whatever the case, I wish Mrs. Rarity the best of luck. I just hope I wasn't too impolite, thanking her too many times for the clothes." I said.

"Not at all. Mrs. Rarity is a mare who's happy to help out those in need." Doctor Transfusion said. The job is done. It's time we headed out and -- where are we going? "Mr. Chris, we will be staying at this hotel for the night. The train to Ponyville doesn't arrive for another day. Also, don't worry about the specimen. It is safely secured in that refrigeration containment vessel. Our limit for storage in those containers is seventy-two hours. After that, the crystal runs out of magic."

This place is posh. It's more decked out than any deluxe five-star retreat on Earth. I hope this won't cost a fortune. I'm broke as hell. The dirt in Equestria has more money than I do, heh.

Oh my god, Equestria has... AC! Yes! Yes! YEEEEESSSS! They have AC. Thank god they have AC here in Canterlot. I can feel the cool wind blowing on me from the vents. Right, so let me guess, that shit in Ponyville doesn't have AC because it's in the boonies. Hell, I don't care about elevators. They have AC! It's fan-fucking-tastic.

"AC is nice. I've thought about installing a unit for the cottage." Doctor Transfusion said. Doc, if I'm staying at your place, you get some motherfucking AC! I'll slave away in a diamond mine if that's what it takes to get one. Right, in we go into the elevator. "Up to the penthouse, please."

"Yes, ma'am." The mare said.

Zippy little thing, I do have to say. This elevator climbed up twenty-five floors in six seconds flat.

"Now," Doctor Transfusion and I stepped out of the elevator, "I believe Gusty Breeze mentioned a 'reward' for you, Mr. Chris." She tossed a gold coin to the elevator mare. The elevator's doors closed. Wow, this is a hell of a grand view. You can see a ton of Canterlot from this place. The doc's hand is warm. Is she alright? "Chris, please enjoy yourself. I've told Gusty Breeze to be gentle, along with your other 'playmate' in your bedroom. Your room is over there, on the other side. You have a full master suite to yourself. I'm going to relax for a bit at the hotel bar."

Okay... t-this just got weird. The doc took off her lab coat and unfurled her hair and tail. What did she mean by "my reward?"

O-Oh damn, oh fuck YES! Please, merciful deities of Earth and Equestria, I beseech thee, let today be the day I lose my V-Card.

Author's Note

Phew, this chapter took way too many re-writes. I had to snip some material out.

In truth, I hope to make this a powerful story. I doubt it'll be the best story ever written, but there's no harm in trying.

Now, I want to reassure everyone, YES! What you think happens in that room is going to happen in the next chapter. It won't be a cut-away gag (Pinkie Pie Promise!), Angel won't be screwing with the protagonist (bunny bastard is visiting a chaotic friend... heh heh), and it will involve the protagonist's V-Card getting sent through an industrial strength shredder with said card burned to ash! Mwuhahaha!

The main reason I split this chapter up is due to my desire to make this a respectable update and set the stage for later events. Also, this is the protagonist's first time, so I want to write in some quirks while making the protagonist feel like it's a memorable moment for him. The next update is 90% completed in the rough-draft form. I'm doing research into things to bring it to 90% second-draft form, and then 99% third-draft near final form.

I hope you all enjoy the latest update as much as I did writing it, and I hope to make the next chapter super awesome. Thanks you all for the kind words of encouragement, views, and thumbs-up. Stay awesome.

P.S.

As always, if you spot an error or issue, give me a heads up. I'll gladly fix it.