Wrote this for my best friend! Happy Birthday!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Punch Man :P

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[Present]

Shiny.

That was the first word that had come into my mind while staring at this stranger's head. Well, totally not a stranger. He is a familiar character back in the world I lived in, a professional hero who could literally kill anyone with just a single punch and leave a fight unscathed. Seriously, who forgets someone as cool as Saitama and his bald head? Definitely not me. Nu uh! His charm appealed to me in a way that had me watching the anime again and slightly losing my mind from waiting for the next episode.

Maybe it was my addiction that had me 'hallucinating' of Saitama and his blue training attire. One hand held plastics bag of groceries while the other clutched a book – no, a manga! I don't really know but as the said person walked or more like dully dragged his feet back to his apartment, the more inclined I am to agree I'm crazy…

"Excuse me but do you live here?" Saitama's voice brought me back to the current reality but it wasn't enough to shake away the growing panic I'm feeling. Was the guy referring to me? Well he is looking at me! Maybe it was someone from behind me?

I tried to turn my head. My movement was stiff because I know the spot behind me was vacant seeing as this district of Z-city had the population of two: Saitama and dear little me.

"Y-yes." My voice was shaky, not because I'm shy, but conversing with a supposed to be anime character brought me myriad of emotions.

Firstly, there was shock. I didn't realize I've been living in this world of anime! How is that even possible? There are countless stories written about self-insert reincarnation fanfics or whatever they're called, the point is none of that were real. No science could ever explain the reality of crossing over another world, much less an animated dimension. Fan written fiction is made for fun but my existence in Saitama's world defies all of it.

Second was confusion. My brain is muddled from trying to understand how it happened and at the same time questioning God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha and all the deities up there why? Why me? I was an average college girl who died from asphyxiation and had zero special talents to guarantee me a ticket to another life.

Third and most importantly: anxiety. What now? I'm not Trisha anymore. A few months ago, I woke up surrounded by clones of a mad scientist calling me Experiment 52. I'm not a human anymore, Dr. Genus named me Toxic – creative? Veryyy… – for all the poison I could easily generate. And that alone terrifies me greatly.

And right now, this baldy might mistake me as a monster!

"Ah… That's great." He said. My eyes weren't in focus so I must've been imagining the carefree smile on his face. What he said even dampened my mood. Just what is so great about my present situation huh?! Never mind Saitama who seemed chill with my presence, I'm a fucking recycled soul in a human-lizard hybrid experiment living in a world infested by god-like evil menaces. Oh! Did I mention Saitama? Yes, in his anime there's an association solely for heroes who beat the crap out of monsters.

Great indeed.

I sighed internally. The life I may have lived was short and full of stress, thanks to college, but it was normal. There was routine which Trisha dutifully followed so that she could reach her goals instead of being lost like I am now.

No home.

No money.

No family.

A banana entered my sight, despite the bangs framing my face obscuring the view; I know that it was Saitama who was offering it to me.

Was it because I might look like a depressed child in the middle of a street?

My hand gingerly took the offered fruit as I studied Saitama. He looked exactly like what he did in the anime but he wasn't lanky. Not tall and not built like Tank-Top Master but lean. And I knew for a fact that his muscles hidden under that skin of his were tougher than what I could comprehend.

This time, where my mind calmed a bit down, I was able to see him smile. "Take care of yourself Green-kun." He nodded a little, patting my head before walking away.

What was that? The Saitama I knew wouldn't care for someone like me… Or was I wrong? Was this really an OPM universe or did I somehow landed in a different yet eerily similar city.

I pondered, heavily questioning the differences of what I remembered from the manga (and anime) to what I have experienced so far in this second life.

Nothing seems to be off with Saitama.

Dr. Genus – who created me from reptiles, hence, the green skin – conducts more experiments in huge, cylindrical test tubes but I didn't see if any of those are canon characters.

City Z looks abandoned with half of its buildings in ruins, just like in anime.

And Genos, nowhere to be seen, must've been cleaning.

Shrugging as I filed my observations for later, I headed towards my studio deciding whether to camouflage myself to avoid unnecessary fighting. After all isn't this particular location in Z-city frequented by various monsters? But Saitama lives here, or at least that's what my memory assures me according to that episode about konbu…

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[Some weeks ago]

Waking up is a hard affair for a person who definitely hates mornings, like me. I mean, who likes to get your eyes burned at the bright beam of light? It is not fun especially when your body screams exhaustion that you have nothing else to do but lie stationary on a bed, waiting for someone to lower the damn blinds.

I groaned, hoping for my mom to hear me. Her presence always makes me better because god, my muscles, my brain and my everything are aching! Just what have I been doing these past few days? I remember having a Harry Potter marathon with my best friend, laughing and… choking on an apple slice she served.

So is that why my surroundings smells like hospital? Am I on a gurney? Because I don't remember my bed having a stiff mattress.

'I want mommy.'

Where is she anyway? Selene would have alerted my mom if I'm on a hospital and she'd be here in no time breathing fire over my situation – and the bills she has to pay.

Moreover, the light is getting annoying and I felt the need to turn my head the other way, but it looks like the mattress isn't the only thing stiff around here. It's totally not helping with my condition at all because apart from hurting, my body can't seem to move. Or refuses to obey my brain's instruction.

"Are you okay?" Someone said. It sounded like a male and was near my bed, from what my ears could gather.

BUT OH GOD! Did he just speak in Japanese? And oh my god! Did I just understand him?

I've haven't been watching anime for a long time now and the only Japanese words I could comprehend were the basics: Wakatta, ramen, kage and bushin. Hold up, they're not basics but you get the point…

I felt heavy, even my eyelids weighed like metal that forcing it to open took out some energy. However, the desperation in my mind to see the person who spoke was apparently strong enough to flutter my eyes open. Only for me to shut it, and narrowing it into slits because who the fuck greets a patient with a flashlight! And here I thought it was the sun's.

I tried to reply with a sarcastic voice, "Wakarimasen." But it sound more like a low grumble my throat created. Okay, what in hell is that?! I wanted to say 'I don't know' but my tongue kind of went Asian on me and said 'I don't know' in Japanese!

Maybe… this is all just a dream?

Dreams are weird. And what happened just now is weird. So what happened is a dream. Alright?

It is a confusing conclusion even for me but who cares! My mind is disoriented, my body is immobile and the thing I only wanted right now is comfort.

"Are you in pain?"

…But this doctor couldn't seem to get what I'm feeling.

There was a gasp of surprise, followed by a rush of footsteps running away.

I don't know what happened but my instincts suddenly heightened. I could smell sweat from the people in the surrounding area. I could hear their heart beats, drumming against their chest. Even with my eyes closed, it is as if I could feel them wherever they are, how close or how far they are. It is as if their movements caused these strange sensations.

Although the room is silent, everyone's emotions aren't. Myself even. I am nervous and my enhanced senses activated my fight-or-flight mechanism as if my body has a mind of its own.

One person broke the tense atmosphere and took a step forward. There is an aura of confidence radiating from him I can tell. I don't know how, but I just can.

I suppose it is indeed amazing. You get to experience a 3D version of your dream no matter how odd… ehe.

"Remarkable." He comments. I felt his gaze on me. It's not lecherous as I expected thank god, because I don't like to be raped wherever I am now – bad train of thought, delete! But again, my instincts still identifies him as a threat. "The chameleon gene I added is working just as planned. Your ability to camouflage works well. I can't even see you. You're like invisible. Impressive."

Wait.

Hold on.

Stop right there.

My eyes snapped open and I frantically jumped away from the advancing figure. The ache my body felt moments ago suddenly vanished and is replaced by a surge of energy. Similar to children having sugar rush, I am all fired up and ready to beat this piece of shit into oblivion. What did he say again? 'Chameleon gene I added'. Who the hell are you?! Some parody of a mad scientist?

I took a step back, glaring at him. Dream or not, I'm not going to stay immobile for his hands to experiment further. It's bad enough when he confirmed that the DNA he added is 'working well'. Ugh.

Wait again.

It is working well!

I can't see my hands but I can feel it oh my god why? How! My eyes, which have never been as sharp as now, can faintly see the outlines of my fingers. No skin was seen, or rather, my skin mimicked the color of the floor – making me look invisible. But this is camouflage? There's zero chameleons around the area I lived in but I know this isn't how those reptiles work.

Have I turned into The Invisible Woman? It would be cool and all… but –

"Sir. He is agitated. Perhaps leaving him alone for a while will help him calm down?"

My thoughts abruptly halted at hearing someone talk. Did someone refer me as 'he'?

"Yes, of course, how could I forgot." The leader nodded, his glasses gleaming as he pushed it back to his nose bridge. Turning around to face his comrades, more like clones, his hands gestured for them to leave as they all piled away to the door. "This is his first day out of containment after all. And did you not report mood is a huge factor that influences his ability?"

"Yes sir!"

'I need a thorough explanation here!' I stared at them, my mouth hanging open. They can't just go away after they dropped a huge bomb on my person and leaving me with more questions rather than answers.

"Run along now. We have other subjects to deal with."

"Yes sir!"

'Are you people seriously leaving me here?' I stood there silently in shock while the last person trickled and closed the door shut. While I may not be the brightest kid in school – a straight C student, with some B's if I'm lucky – I know leaving a potentially dangerous specimen free from shackles and guards is the dumbest thing my mind could think of.

Because, duh! Who wouldn't want to escape this laboratory manned by nutty scientists leading illegal experiments?

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Hello. I'm sorry for rewriting the chapter instead of updating because I just feel like what I did wasn't what I wanted to come out and it feels rushed and yeah I didn't like it.

When will I update? Hmm… considering my rekindled obsession with PJO – I don't know! Haha! For the past few days I've been doing nothing but reading PJO series and fanfics that caught my attention (GaleSync's Your Saving Grace btw, an SI-OC twin of Thalia Grace. IT'S AMAZING! Go read it!)