Hello everyone this the author here to make something clear this is a first story that I'd write so some advice is helpful English is not my first language if you guy's spot some errors pls point it out and I'm slow ass writer
And also throw some flame to help me cook
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DC x Minecraft
Hello everyone, this is the author here
First POV
I'd started to wake up; my mind was still feeling foggy from me being asleep. Looking around at my surroundings and finding nothing familiar, the first thing in my mind was, 'Ah, I'm dreaming.'
With that thought I waited for the dream to turn weird like most of my dreams, but after a few minutes of nothing happening—no fighting monsters, no running away from something, or killing myself—just nothing happened. I was just sitting on a bed that was not mine in a room that I'd never been in before.
(A/N: By the way, those really happen mostly when I'm aware I'm sleeping.)
I'd started to think this is not a dream, and with the realization of that, though, I'd raise my hand to my mouth and pull Eren Yeager out on it till I'd feel the sharp prick of pain and quickly remove it from my mouth, and looking at the bite marks on it and still feeling the pain on reflex, I'd say in my mind,
"Oh, son of a—"
(minutes of panicking and swearing later)
After some panicking and checking my body to see if my organs are still in the right place and not in some cooler on the black market. Then I'd find out this is not my body by the simple fact that this body has abs and mine has a bit of a chubby build, so yeah, this is not my body.
Has I'd look at the mirror that was attached to the cabinet door to see a somewhat familiar face but still not mine. "Oh, fuck me. Did I get trans-transition?" I'd shake my head at the wrong word. "No, no, that's not it. Was it transmigrated? Yeah, that."
With sighs of frustration leaving my lips because of the situation and the fact I'm instinctively speaking only English, "Oh my god, I'm feeling like I'm going to have a nosebleed because of all of this goddam English."
With that bit of outburst, I startedlooking around at my current whereabouts. I'm in what looks like an average small bedroom with a bed that takes up half the room. Next to it is a black desk with an alarm clock on top of it and two drawers that I can't open.
On the opposite side of the room from the drawer is a built-in clothes cabinet with a mirror attached to one of the doors. opening it to see some T-shirts, a couple of jackets that I like, some pants, shorts, and a drawer.
Sliding it open to find some boxers, an M1911 pistol, 3 mags, and a box of ammo.
And some socks. Looking at the weapon in the drawer as my mind is at a standstill processing what I'm looking at.
After a moment of just staring, I'd reach for the weapon. But when I'd grab it, a loud sound rang out from nowhere that scared me. making me let go of the weapon
(sound)
"OH SHIT," I'd curse as I'd try to grab the gun, but instead of grabbing it, I'd smack it to the wall.
*Smack* *Bang*
After the gun with off my vision starts to blur my ear can only pick up a annoying ringing sound and darkness to invade my vision as my body began to fall.
My vision changed and has been tainted red I'd look around to see happening but when I'd look down I'd see the body that see at mirror earlier and there's hole on its head
As I'd begin to panic text start appearing out no where
"YOU DIED! "
Nate Curacion die by test friendly fire
Score : 67
Respawn
Specter mode
" _ _ _ _ _ WHAT THE F "
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Hey everyone this the author here hope you injoy your reading pls comments any you want to share