I FELL SO HARD I ENTERED ANOTHER UNIVERSE

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One thing you should know about me is that my life is boring.

Hardly anything exciting happens in my life. Every single day seemed like a broken record on repeat. It has come to the point where sometimes I wonder if I accidentally entered a rift in the space and time continuum and had to relive a day every day for the rest of my poor pathetic life.

I know. I have a knack for dramatic flair.

My friends call it overreacting.

(Wow, I have friends? It comes as a surprise every single time.)

Anyway, I'm literally just your average geeky and angsty hormonal female teenager from ol' boring Earth. Most of the time, I imagine myself in the universes of my favorite books and anime and try to figure out how awesome my life would have been.

(Except it wouldn't because it's at this time that my stupid brain would decide to start being logical and conclude that I'd probably die literally a minute after I enter said worlds because stupid ninjas, monsters, nose-less dark lords, and death games.)

But that still would've been better, right? Because what's life without a little risk? I'd take a life of adventure over this boring repetitiveness any time.

And it is with that thought that I fell asleep last night.

When I woke up that morning, I expected myself to be placed once again in that exceedingly dull cycle. I expected to be woken up by the rather loud ring of my alarm clock, in which my next response would be to smash the annoying little thing until it stops, and then proceed to roll off and face-plant myself on the floor because I'm a lazy-ass non-morning person that doesn't really wake up until I self-harm and have a minor concussion.

Yeah.

You see, that hit to the head is what kick-starts my brain to function before it actually starts to work at like 5 PM. It was a critical part of my mornings.

So literally just a minute ago, I started my everyday routine. My alarm blared as if it's the end of the world, like usual. I smashed it about three times to make it stop, like usual. I groaned and proceeded to fall off, like usual. And then I rolled off my bed and hit air, like not-as-usual.

It was rather… odd.

But hey, as I said, my brain doesn't work until that crucial part of pain, so I thought that maybe it's still half-asleep and it just messed up the way I perceive time—making it feel super fast when in actuality my body was in slow motion… which didn't really explain the wind and my stomach feeling as if it was being turned inside out but—

Whatever.

However, when after five seconds and I still felt that weird feeling that makes my instincts scream 'I'm gonna die!' without any indication of hitting my floor, I knew there was something wrong.

So when I opened my eyes and found myself five hundred meters up in the sky, free-falling through the air on a regular Monday morning, and very much not in my room anymore, I was, needless to say, very confused.

It didn't help that the very first things I saw as I plummeted to the ground were the rapidly decreasing-in-size underside of a floating vehicle and a blob head of what seems to be a blonde dude screaming something with a rather horrified expression. Though I couldn't really hear what he was saying because of the loud ring in my ears due to my fast descent.

It was a really weird sight that I didn't want to stare at any longer. The guy was literally looking at me as if I was minutes away from my death. How rude.

At this point in time, I decided to twist my body to face the ground… or well, whatever I would land on, and because I'm stupid and my internal organs and brain are basically mush, I calmly concluded that the grey spikes getting closer and closer were the tips of the buildings and skyscrapers in a normal metropolitan city.

My eyes widened.

Wait…

What the f—

Oh, right. Family-friendly material. Sorry.

The shock must have had the same impact as a hit to the floor because finally, my brain decided to do its job.

Except I wasn't really briefed on how to properly act in these types of situations. I haven't exactly read or watched anything about "what to do when you're seconds away from getting squashed by gravity".

Should I pray? Cry? Flap my wings and hope that human evolutionary and adaptive capabilities kick in so I could spontaneously grow wings?

…Panic?

I decided to do everything at once.

"HOLY GLOB. WHAT'S GOING ON? OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE SOMEBODY HELP—"

There was a bright flash of light.

"—I SWEAR I'D BE A GOOD GIRL, I WON'T STEAL PIZZA SLICES FROM MY FRIENDS ANYMORE, AND I'LL STOP THOSE LATE-NIGHT ICE CREAM EATING, AND I SWEAR I WON'T WASTE MONEY ON CUTE NOTEBOOKS I WON'T EVEN USE—"

When my vision cleared, the scenery changed. Instead of the grey, black, and white, what greeted me was a field of green that was frighteningly just a mere distance away.

ohmygoshhelpme—

I started to twist again to face the sky and as a last resort, decided to act like a frog and "swim" up away from the ground.

But then I realized, I wasn't a frog… and I wasn't underwater.

Well, fuck.

(Screw family-friendly, I'm going to die.)

I closed my eyes.

This was it. I welcome death with open arms.

A few seconds later, I felt as if all the air rushed out of my body as I did a hard unwanted headbang that would've put rock stars to shame. It felt as if my gut was hit by an eight-wheeler truck, and my limbs were pulled by crazy bed-selling Greek monsters.

It hurt.

…but I wasn't dead.

Hallelujah. My prayers have been answered.

I slowly peeked and turned my head, finding that I was floating literally a few centimeters above the ground. It seemed as if magical air tentacles decided to wrap around my arms and legs to prevent me from hitting earth and conveniently dying.

Good. 'Cause I didn't want to trouble the ones who would write my death certificate. What would they tell my parents? Cause of death: Cascading to the ground.

(Yeah, that's definitely my reason for feeling extreme bliss by being alive.)

The air decided to slowly let me down on the grass.

What… the hell just happened?

Even though I had tons of questions, my mind, being a twat as per usual, decided to completely stop functioning.

"I'm not paid enough for this shit!" —my brain right now, probably.

Not that I can blame it, I felt as if I ran a marathon. Around the entire Earth. Without stopping.

Yeah, time to blackout.

The last thing my eyes decided to perceive was another god-forsaken blonde with shocked and inquisitive electric blue eyes, wearing a bright orange shirt saying—

Wait, no way. Body, stop shutting down. Is that who I think it is what the fu—

Black.

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A/N: what is up you guysss? So yeah, here I am, finally writing a PJO fanfic after 3 years of staring at my laptop screen. Hope y'all like it! :D Update would be a week from now~ But if I maybe get 5 reviews I'd update earlier? *hopeful look*

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