"Haha, fuck yeah! Suck on that, you bonk Titan meta bastards!" screamed a boy who was playing Destiny 2.
"Hey, Francis, it's my turn on the PS5. Hurry up with your game," spoke a boy who entered the room.
Francisco looked at his brother with an annoyed face and said, "Not yet, Angel. This is the second of my three games."
"Bullshit! I don't believe you've only played two games this whole time!" said Angel, also annoyed.
"Yeah, right. And every time you play your supposed three Warzone games, the sun starts to move to the other side of the fucking solar system," said Francis in an equally annoyed tone.
Before Angel could get another word in, another voice came from the room's entrance.
"Hey, can you two stop fighting? I'm about to fight Ganondorf, and I don't need your screams distracting me," spoke the boy who was holding a Nintendo Switch.
"Shut up, Alex," said Francis.
"Yeah, what he said," added Angel.
Alex sighed at his older brothers' stupid argument... Well, he had his fair share of them too, but it annoyed him to no end.
In the Lopez household, there were only four people: the mother, who was out buying groceries, the eldest brother Francisco, the middle brother Angel, and finally the youngest brother Alexander.
Though they fought a lot, for a family like theirs, this was just a casual Tuesday.
*Vooooom*
"Hm?" Hearing a strange noise outside his window, Francis went over to it and pushed the curtains aside.
The sight of a whole airplane appeared right in front of him.
"Shit!" He immediately turned around to get his brothers out of its way, but—
*Boom*
The plane crashed and blew up their whole house, along with them.
-Francisco POV-
"Fuck, my head hurts!" I said as I opened my eyes.
My head felt as if someone had shoved an Instant Pot RIO Wide Plus 7.5-qt. multi-cooker down my throat, and it got stuck.
Trying to gather myself, I sat up and took deep breaths.
After a few minutes, the headache subsided, and my mind became clearer. Thank God I had grass under me to yank; it's kind of therapeutic for me to pull it out of the ground continuously.
…Grass?
I realized I wasn't at home anymore. I was in some sort of forest. Damn, those trees are tall! What are they, sequoias? I live in California, for God's sake—the highest thing there is the drug addict who hangs out next to the 7-Eleven.
"Ugh, it feels like I ate an Icee."
"Damn, my brain," said two voices behind me.
Looking back, I saw two people holding their heads in pain... Wait, are they Virgil and Link? And not just that—they look like ten-year-olds.
Wait, my voice sounds childish too. What the hell?
They both seemed to notice me, and one of them suddenly stood up and raised his fist.
"Who the hell are you? I know boxing, so don't try me, bitch," said the chibi Vergil, trying to sound menacing.
And who the hell does this dumbass think he is?!
I immediately got up and took a fighting stance. "Square up, bitch! I know how to throw hands and kicks. Your pussy punches ain't gonna hit shit!"
That seemed to rile him up. He immediately ran up to me and jabbed with his right hand. I dodged to the right and punched toward his face, but he weaved under it. Using that weave, he went under my arm and tried to punch me in the liver to discombobulate me, but I kneed him in the face, sending him flying back.
"Ugh, my face! You hit like a kid with cancer, you nig—"
"Wait a hot damn minute... Angel?"
The way he moves and completely fails to get the upper hand in a fight against me. The way he insulted me and was about to say the word like he was in a COD lobby... This could only be my dumbass little brother. No matter the form, I can still recognize his stupidity and confidence in his fighting skills when he's absolutely shit at hand-to-hand combat. He's more of a long-range type of guy, hence why he likes playing Call of Duty so much.
"Wait... Francis?" he asked, as if he finally realized who I was.
"Hold up, wait a minute... Francis, Angel?" said the baby Link.
Wait, if Angel turned into Vergil, then the guy in front of us could only be—
"Alex?" Both Angel and I asked at the same time.
Shit, it looks like we got isekai'd into new bodies. Wait, who the fuck am I?
"So you're telling me that we died after a plane crashed into our room, blowing us up in the process? And after that, we got isekai'd into kid versions of fictional characters? And what's up with these damn trees? They look higher than the crackhead who hangs out next to the 7-Eleven back at home," said Angel as he summarized what I told him.
And thank you, I was thinking the same damn thing.
But besides that, it seems like we're stuck in some sort of forest. And that's not even the worst part... We're kids again. Well, not kid-kids, but like 13- to 14-year-olds. Alex turned into Link from the Zelda games, which is pretty convenient considering the fact that he was playing Tears of the Kingdom before we got tactically crashed by an airplane.
Angel turned into Vergil, which is also very convenient after he told me that he was watching the DMC5 campaign on his phone before he came to my room to argue over the PS5.
And me... I turned into goddamn Kirito, the most plain-looking MC of all time. Don't get me wrong, I love SAO. Even though it's not the best anime, it was the first for many—just like me.
Now that I think about it, I was actually rewatching the series on my phone while playing Destiny 2... I'm starting to see a pattern here.