[color=8189F1]"...Ah, dammit..."[/color]

A muted, but clearly annoyed voice groaned out as he pulled himself up. It was bright, very bright, brighter than he ever recalled his room being. Did his eyes get extra-sensitive? At a sitting position, he moved to rub his eyes- and was quickly met with a grotesque demonic hand where his right hand should've been.

[color=8189F1]"OH WHAT THE FU-!?"[/color] Alexander cried out, very suddenly more aware. He rubbed his eyes again with his left hand, notably unchanged, and blinked a few times. The weird arm was still like, like some sort of occult gauntlet fused to his arm. Large clawed fingers, layers of hard hide armor, and a glowing scar along the back of it. It was real, it had to be- he tried to shift his finger, wiggle his hand around inside the gauntlet, but he felt no such thing. This was his arm now. [color=8189F1]"What even...?"[/color]

His thoughts drifted back to last night, in search of an answer. He was staying up painfully late, about to play some odd indie game like MUGEN or something... and then it all kind of faded away. Nero - for some reason, he registered the fact that he was picked the character from Devil May Cry 4 on a whim. One could practically see the gears turning in his head... and then he breathed out:

[color=8189F1]"What the hell even is this?"[/color]

He could hear and see other people around, but he was still focused on himself. Alexander tried to stand up, and suddenly became aware of two items at his side - a blue-tinted revolver and an intricate red sword. Nero's weapons, he recalled: Red Queen and Blue Rose. If he really was Nero now, Alexander wouldn't want to leave without these, and so he carefully grabbed and put away the weapons. It felt all too surreal, this was something that really shouldn't be happening. At least, not in today's world. Who knows what kind of crazy VR tech they would come up with next?

So what was this? That was the golden question, it seemed-

[color=ed1c24]"Kyaaah!"[/color]

[color=8189F1][i]Oi[/i][/color]. Alexander (he wasn't about to admit he was completely Nero just yet) slot a glance over at the source of the voice, but it took him a couple of seconds to lock onto the distinct female that let it out. This damn place seemed to echo out a bunch, so it was hard to initially tell which voices were from where. The lady... he didn't recognize. Luckily, there was a bunch of other people around that he [i]did[/i]; there was some guy in a chicken mask, a traditional cloak-and-staff wizard, a pink puffball that could only be Kirby, a green-wearing elf that had to be Link, a short guy in a blue getup with ice wings (was that supposed to be Cirno?)... 

...and a black dragon with crow wings, tentacles instead of an arm, and a ridiculous multicolored outfit. That's about where he gave up, giving a roll of the eyes and an exasperated groan. This was going to get worse before it got better, Alexander figured.

And then the blue fairy dude charged forward angrily for no reason at black dragon thing, while the wizard tried to intervene. [color=8189F1]"Yeah, okay, whatever,"[/color] Alexander sighed out, turning aside waving them off with his good hand, [color=8189F1]"I don't know [i]what[/i] the crap is happening, but I'd like nothing to do with it, thank you."[/color] He looked about to walk away from the situation - into endless void, perhaps, but definitely away from this crazy scene.