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Chapter 1.
Well shit.
Zack thought, as he looks around the area. Which was filled with sand, sand, the jungle at his side, the ocean at his other side. And sand. Did he mention the sand? Ouh yes, the fucking SAND.
He groans as he got up, his head felt like it went through a wringer. "Shit.", he spat again.
And there's sand in his ass crack, great. Where the hell is he? He was literally at the anime convention, haggling with a seller for its expensive Sanji figure at some booth. The only reason he wanted it so bad was because his girlfriend's infatuation with him. And no, him cosplaying as Sanji was not the reason for it.
Well, maybe a little bit. Wait- No, not the time now. Focus Zack. Where are you now?
He looks around again, feeling more perplexed with his situation. The convention he went was not anywhere near to a beach. It wasn't possible, because he literally checked the area, like thrice. It was smack dab in the middle of the city. Did someone kidnapped him?! Was he drugged?! Did they got foiled in the middle of the attempt and decided to dump him here in the middle of knowher-
"Ughhhhhhh....", a guttural groan came behind him.
Mama didn't say he got fast reflexes for nothing. To be fair, he thought it was the person who kidnapped him. He instinctively turn around and kicked the person who was just about to sit up.
Said person yelp as something punce him hard in the head. " OW- MOTHERFU**ER".
Zack would've said sorry to the poor dude who was a victim to his reflexes, but he was abit preoccupied with the fact that there were others, other than him and the dude he just kicked, sprawled around on the grainy sand.
"BRO, what is your problem! "
Zack immediately looks back the guy. "Right, uhh-", he coughs awkwardly. " Sorry about that. "
The guy was dressed as Ace. Nice. He got everything down to his freckles. Nice.
Anyways.
"I thought you were my kidnapper or something- ", he continues, " -cause we're literally nowhere where we're supposed to be. "
The Ace dude was about to say something but pauses as he finally realizes their situation. His eyes looks around frantically.
"What the actual hell."
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly."
"..."
"There wasn't any alcohol at the convention was there?! "
"I don't think so?"
"Was that place near the beach?!"
"Nope."
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"..."
"Did we accidentally...JOINED AN ANIME CULT AND THIS IS SOME KIND OF TEST OF THEIRS-"
"WHAT?! NO- wait...huh, maybe?"
Ace dude looks like he's about to freak out even more. Zack felt the same. Was it really a fake convention? Did they really just got lured into a trap like some rabbit being baited into a cage! The online site he bought the ticket from looked really legit too. His mom did say scammers are getting better with technology. Shoot, he should've listened to her. He could already see her crying at the headlines, 'Five-' he counts the bodies including him, '-Gullible Cosplaying Idiots kidnapped by Crazy Anime Cult'.
Ouh he's not going to be able to face anyone at work ever again, that's so embarrassing. IF he ever gets back home of course.
They didn't get to continue to bemoan their fate when they heard several groans, coming from the rest of the poor suckers.
He looks at Ace dude. Ace dude looks at him. An unspoken agreement came to be as they nod their head as one. He slowly crept towards the nearest person, noting that its a woman, judging from her cosplay as Nico Robin. He paused. Or it could really be a guy who's really good at cosplaying.
Ouh well, he could always ask later.
He gently nudges her awake. "Hey, you awake? ". At the corner of his eye, he could see Ace dude doing the same to the other person. Another guy from the looks of it. With a Zoro getup. Dude looks tough like the guy he's cosplaying. The Zoro dude grunts awake groggily as he was nudged abit more roughly by Ace dude. He really needs their names soon. He can't keep calling them that.
Zach goes back to his task and continues to nudge insistently at the Nico cosplayer. "Hey, we kinda need you to wake up now, sorry."
He shouts in pain as he gets a sharp headbutt as the woman sprung up suddenly, gasping awake. Ace dude smirks at him, Zach flips him off.
"Ow...", the woman clutches her head and winces as she squints around, adjusting to the light. " What in the world...', she murmurs.
"Um, you okay?"
She flinches as she just realize there was another person beside her. "Who are you?"
"What did you do to me?! ", she demanded.
" Whoa lady, calm down, I don't even know myself! ", he exclaims. She looks at him skeptically. Slowly inching away from him. He tried again.
"We kinda woke up here too, we don't know where we are, or how we even got here. "
Ace dude chimes in, "We suspect that we're kidnapped by crazy anime cultist that wants us to do their biddings."
Now she looks even more alarmed. Great. Zoro dude was awake, looking as confuse as we are, but at least he's not freaking out.
"We're not really sure though, it's just a stupid theory. ", he soothes and continues to introduce himself. "My name's Zacharie Auguste, but you can call me Zach. "
"Nice to meet you". He gives his hand to her to shake. He's relieved that it was accepted with a shaky hand.
" Can't really call this nice but nice to meet you too. ", she smiles uncertainly. " I'm Anya Lubov. "
The other two continues the ice breaking session.
"Name's Lucas Marques", Ace dude said.
"Please to meet you! ", he added.
Zoro dude was quiet for a moment but finally introduced himself. " I'm Haruto Keigo. "
Great! What a diverse bunch they are. Now they just need to wake up the last one who's a Nami cosplayer and-
"My name is Hannah Austen."
They all flinched.
"HOLY SHIT, WERE YOU AWAKE THIS WHOLE TIME?! ", Lucas shrieked.
"Nahh, I woke up when you guys were introducing yourselves.", she slowly sat up, brushing off the sand from her hair.
She looks at them and sighs. " This is not how I imagine my first Anime convention experience will be."
They winced. Yeah that'll suck.
"And where in the ever living heck are we."
"..."
Question of the year everyone.
To be continued...