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ISEKAI: F**K THIS WORLD PART 1

The group didn’t think much of their impromptu hangout. A Saturday meetup at “Sip Happens,” their favorite trashy little local café. Overpriced lattes, awful music, half the pastries stale—but the couches were comfy, and the vibes were immaculate.

Twelve best friends. Loud. Messy. Loud again. Way too much drama between them to be healthy, but somehow it worked.

The barista hated them.

Kai leaned back in his chair, hoodie up, sunglasses on indoors like an asshole. “My dad called me this morning. Said I should’ve been aborted. So, that’s how my day started.”

Brianna snorted. “Damn. What a Hallmark moment.”

Zach flicked a sugar packet at Kai. “You seriously need therapy. And, like, a hug. Also? Put your fucking glasses away, you’re not famous.”

Jaylin (smirking): “I’m just saying, if y’all die first, I get dibs on Kai’s jacket and Nia’s lip gloss.”

Nia (wrinkling her nose): “Ew. I do not want to be the reason you're finally pretty.”

Charli was staring at a vampire romance novel on her Kindle, not listening. Maddie leaned over her shoulder and whispered, “If you start falling for a vampire, I swear to god, I’ll mock you every day.”

Chloe and Michaelea were holding hands under the table. They’d been married for a year and somehow still looked like they were in the honeymoon phase.

AJ had his arm lazily around Nia’s waist, sipping cold brew like it was whiskey. Bryce sat near Brianna, too close, like always.

Mia stood up and shouted, “WHO WANTS A CAFFEINATED HEART ATTACK?”

No one got their drink. Because the lights exploded.

Like—literally. Blinding white light, a crack of thunder, and then everything in the café ripped. Space. Sound. Reality. Torn apart like wet paper.

And then? Darkness.

When Kai opened his eyes, he was flat on his back in dirt. His hoodie was scorched. His mouth was dry. His ears rang like someone had shoved a fire alarm into his skull. Brianna was beside him, groaning, gripping her arm.

“What the actual fuck just happened—?”

“Don’t talk,” Kai rasped. “Give me a minute to figure out if I’m dead.”

Spoiler: They weren’t.

They were in a desert. Red sand. Black sky. Two massive, cracked moons looming above. And in the distance? A massive wrecked metal tower crackling with blue electricity. Alien. Beautiful. Fucking terrifying.

“Did we just… get abducted?” Brianna said, standing up, brushing dust off her leggings. “Did someone roofie our coffee with cosmic bullshit?”

Kai didn’t answer. He just stared at the sky.

Something had dragged them to another world.

Back in the place between places—a swirling black void—the group had been divided. Not physically. Surgically. Each pair split off from the others in a storm of light and screams.

Kai & Brianna – Desert Wasteland beneath twin moons. Electric storm fortress on the horizon. Charli & Maddie – Gothic town surrounded by mountains. Blood red sky. Howling in the woods. Zach & Mia – Floating jungle islands. Bioluminescent plants. Monsters that blink in and out of reality. Jaylin & Bryce – Inside a colosseum. Literal death matches going on. They’re in armor. Shit’s already bad. AJ & Nia – An ocean world. On a pirate ship. With people who have shark teeth. Michaelea & Chloe – A frozen city ruled by a technocratic empire. Infiltration. Danger. Lesbian spy action.

They had no way of communicating. No idea if the others were alive. All they had were the clothes on their back, their shitty trauma, and a whole lot of questions.

Charli woke up on cobblestones. It was raining.

Not water. Blood.

Maddie sat up beside her, shielding her face. “I… I think this town is bleeding.”

The town was ancient. Gothic towers. Black rose bushes. No people. Not at first.

Then the door creaked open. A pale man in a long crimson coat stepped out. His eyes were glowing.

“You don’t belong here,” he said softly. “You smell alive.”

Charli blinked.

Maddie muttered, “Oh no. You like him, don’t you?”

Charli, already staring at his fangs, grinned. “I really do.”

Back in the desert, Kai and Brianna trudged toward the lightning tower. She kept stealing glances at him. He was limping. Bleeding from the forehead. Angry and silent.

“You good?” she asked.

“Define good,” he said bitterly.

“…Still hate your parents?”

Kai chuckled darkly. “More than ever.”

“…Do you remember when Bryce kissed me in tenth grade?”

He froze. “Yeah.”

She looked away. “You ever think we should’ve gotten together before everything went to shit?”

He didn’t answer.

Yet.

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