He had just woken up. Even before opening his eyes he felt a sharp pain in his throat. A pain he never experienced before. Normaly he easily got sick and was sick most days in winter. But it was summer and last night the tempature wasn't that low too. So this pain in his throat was anormal because even though he got sick while sleeping that pain was too much for just a normal cold.
-"???": Fuck, did I forgot the window open?
He said to himself before throwing the blanket that felt different than normaly it felt on him.
-"???": Wha-?
After throwing the blanket he saw the world after his probably 4 hours of sleep. He wasn't in his room. Let alone the figures, light novels, mangas, novels, books, desk, wardrobe, laptop, carpet, dresser and his everyday items he had the entire place was different. It wasn't a room most importantly. He was in a place like back street where homeless people are tend to live.
-"???": I don't remember drinking last night how the fuck did I end up here? Where exactly am I too?
He was swearing non-stop but it was understandable because he was panicking and couldn't understand what was happening. He literally had just opened his eyes and now he is sick and at a place that he probably never seen before.
-"???": I don't know here and this architectual isn't like ******'s and why is it so cold it's fucking summer outside!
Finally he had said something that isn't a question. He was panicking even more because even though it was mid summer it was so cold there. What was happening? Where was he? What time it was? Why was he there? Why was it cold? Why was this happening? What happened to him to him be there? And hundreds of more questions were basically raping his brain.
-"???": I gotta go.
Without even thinking he just stormed out of the place he was taking only the blanket, his phone and glasses. He had a t-shirt and a sweatpants on him. They were pretty worn off because instead of buying stuff to wear at home he always wore old stuff at home. They weren't torn but by the paleness of the color you could've easily said they were 3 years old. He didn't had shoes nor socks on. He couldn't even understand why his glasses and phone was there too but not his wallets. But he was a self proclaimed smart dude and maybe he was because he understood that in this situation instead of thinking the best choice was acting fast because it was too cold and thinking could never answer his questions since he didn't had any idea about situation.
-"???": No...
He was spechless.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
He couldn't find words to describe this situation.
He couldn't understand this.
He was dumbfounded.
The back street he was running in and things that was in it already had made him feel uneasy but he didn't paid attention to them. He just passed them off because as I said this situation was so far from being explainable. But things ending up like this wasn't predictable. It was way far from being predictable. It wasn't even realistic.
It was totally impossible.
It was unreal.
It was fake.
It had to be fake...
He was isekai'd.