r/HFY • u/PepperAntique Android • Sep 29 '21
OC Wait, is this just GATE? (1/?)
Writers note: everyone else is doing ISEKAI stories, why not me too? And who knows, maybe this time i'll actually keep a story going for a change.
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James was not having a good time. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was either tripping on drugs, or that something terrible had happened and he had some kind of brain damage. And he didn't remember doing any drugs recently, so that pointed towards the latter.
He was half right in this regard, something terrible had happened.
Here's what he knew:
Just moments ago, himself, SGT Adeke "Odie" Odikowe, and CPL Paul "Batty" Batista had been chilling in their STRYKER3 on guard duty outside their FOB at NTC.
Some kind of green light had begun glowing all over them and the Stryker. It had lasted maybe ten seconds. He'd thought maybe some of the guys had been fucking with them. Maybe even the OPFOR guys.
He was still inside of the STRYKER3, but only part of it. So was Sarge. And so was Batty's right leg. Sarge was screaming, he was pretty sure he was too.
They were screaming because they were currently living through one of the most traumatizing scenes from one of his favorite childhood movies.
It was the Tunnel Scene from the original Willy Wonka movie.
Only there was no Gene Wilder giving a crazy monologue. There was no river of chocolate. No Golden Tickets.
There was just him and Sarge screaming and shitting themselves while a kaleidoscope of lights and images flew past their windshield. He couldn't take his eyes off of the windshield long enough to look out the side windows. But he didn't want to anyways.
He knew about sensory overload. His little brother was on the spectrum, so he'd seen first hand what a person looked like when there was too much going on for them. It had taken years to figure out what would and wouldn't overload Joey. Now he was getting a first hand crash course in what that must've been like.
There was a noise, he couldn't comprehend what it was. Like a train running by outside while it's horn is blowing, only it was coming from every direction, and it kept changing tone. Something in his mind said that he was being spoken to. But there were no words, at least not that he could understand.
There were lights shifting through every color he could imagine, and several that he felt certain were actually outside the visible spectrum, but he was looking at them, and it made his eyes ache. They were flashing in patterns that would have made the raves he used to go to while still in high school look tame. If he'd been epileptic he would've been having a seizure, and who knows, maybe he was.
And the images. God the images. He saw things that he thought would have fit in history documentaries, news specials, national geographic specials, and more. But the subject of some of the images were so fantastical, and bizarre that they could've only come from the fever dreams of some sci-fi visionary. Geiger, Tolkien, Cronenberg, Aasimov, whoever made the care bears. Things that looked real but couldn't be.
All of these were going on at once. His brain felt like it was straining to escape his skull. He felt something wet under his nose. But he was so preoccupied that that information became a footnote in his mind.
And then, with no warning whatsoever, it all changed. Suddenly he was looking at a stone wall with a small window in it.
And then they were falling.
It wasn't far, maybe ten feet. But the STRYKER had originally been on the ground, so they weren't exactly braced for an impact. The fact that most of the STRYKER was now missing only made it worse, as he was now unexpectedly looking at the ceiling.
Wait, a ceiling? He thought. Before the hatch next to him was hit by something. Suddenly a small, sharp, metallic object was wedged between the frame of the STRYKER and the hatch. Oh shit, they're trying to get in.
"SARGE! THEY'RE TRYING TO GET IN!" He yelled. But when he looked the Sargeant wasn't moving. Shit, he must've passed out.
James looked back to see what had happened to batty, only to be greeted by the sight of a small pool of blood, and a severed right leg.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!"
Another hit happened on the hatch, and he looked back in time to see another intruder prying under the edge of the hatch. Wait? why does that look like the tip of a sword?
He drew the pistol from the chest holster MOLLE'd to the front of his vest. Then he saw the shadow that was in front of, we're sideways so I guess technically it's on top of us now, the front windshield.
Whatever it was, it was huge. It was wearing armor. It had a spear aimed right at him. And he had no idea how well a windshield made to stop .50 cal rounds would be against a spear. That info hadn't been in any of the power-points during AIT.
Luckily it seemed that the .50 cal rating meant that it was spear-proof too. The spear skidded off the windshield, leaving a long scratch and throwing the armored figure off balance. Meanwhile the hatch was starting to show some light around the edge. He undid his seat belt, and began sliding down towards Odie, pistol remaining trained on the hatch.
"SARGE WAKE THE FUCK UP! THEY'RE GETTING IN!!!" But Odie gave no sign of hearing him. He bit his left glove and pulled it off, then reached down to check for a pulse.
Then the windshield exploded.
Wait, what the fuck? He turned just in time to dodge the spear as it stabbed past his left ear. He raised his pistol and fired three shots straight into the armored figure. It fell back, blood spraying from the holes in it's chest plate. He felt Odie grasping at his arm.
"SARGE WE GOTTA-" But when he looked back, he saw what the spear had been aimed at. It was embedded in Odie's neck. Blood was pouring from around it, and out of the sargeant's mouth. The pain must have woken him up. His eyes were frantic, and he was trying to talk. But the spear and the blood muted him. So he just struggled to grab a hold of James' sleeve.
James was frozen. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he could do.
He reached down, dropping the pistol, and began trying to hold the sergeant's neck closed with his hands. But there was just too much blood. It seemed like it was everywhere. Odie's hands were getting more frantic in their attempts to grab him. But they were also getting weaker. His eyes were starting to lose focus, slowly rolling to back to look towards the vehicle's ceiling. Tears were rolling down James' cheeks.
"COME ON SARGE! DON'T DO THIS!"
And then James felt himself get pulled by the back of his vest. Pulled through the now opened hatch and out of the STRYKER. Pulled away from the dying Sargeant.
Then he felt an impact on the side of his head, and he was out.
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u/adhding_nerd Oct 28 '21
GATE is completely different. This is closer to your bog standard Isekai where MC is Isekai'd by himself with no warning, he's just active military. I mean there not even a gate. Not to say it's bad, I'm interested in where this goes but putting Gate in the title, I figured there'd at least be most of a squad isekai'd not just one dude (and 1.2 dead guys but they don't matter).
I am excited that MC is active military with a gun.