Truck-kun Did It
Now coming to terms that you were no longer in the world you knew, you now have to face your saviors, the Lord of Crime. Continuation of "How I Got Sent to Another World"
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had writer's block, so I can't guarantee this is good 🙃 It's also my first time doing a taglist so I hope this is correct, I also only added the ones who explicitly said they wanted to be added just in case 😅 Tag/s: Fem!Modern!Asian!Reader Warning/s: Profanity
"Ugh..." you groaned as you turned to your side, moving your hands to feel silk sheets covering you.
Bewildered, you shot up and found yourself in a luxurious room lying in bed, creating more questions.
You removed the sheets, seeing your hands and ankles covered in bandages.
You were still in your clothes last night, but your body didn't feel as sticky or dirty as before.
"What is going on...?" you muttered, trying to recall what happened last night.
"Right... The newspaper, and those three men... But wh-" the sound of knocking snapped you out of your thoughts, making you turn to the door.
Before you could react, a blond man with glasses opened the door, pushing a trolley with a cloche.
"Ah, you're awake, Good." he greeted as he saw you sitting in bed, pushing the trolley to your side.
"Miss (Y/N), I believe?"
"Oh-Yes! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)... And you are...?"
"Louis James Moriarty,"
"Lou-" you stopped yourself as you recalled the character of the same name, bearing a striking resemblance to the man before you.
'There's no way... right...?'
"I hope this meal fits your palette," he opened the cloche and revealed a plate of omelet rice, bacon, and beans.
You gulped at the sight, feeling your stomach grumble as you gripped your hands.
"Here, you likely haven't-" you snatched the spoon and fork from Louis' hands and ate heartily. Each bite tasted better than the last.
"So good..." you muttered, ecstatic to finally have something to eat and finish the meal instantly.
"Ah-! Thank you so much for the meal! I haven't eaten anything since lunch..." you awkwardly laughed, making Louis widen his eyes.
"...I'm glad you enjoyed your breakfast," he replied, surprising you.
"Breakfast?" you repeated, looking outside the window to see the sun shining brightly.
"Ah, right..." you mumbled, feeling the same dread and unease as last night as you looked down on your clothes.
"Ah, an associate of ours cleaned you up last night. I believe she put it inside your nightstand," Louis reassured as you nodded, looking at the bandages.
"She also treated your hands, knees, and feet. If you are feeling better, please stop by at the parlor downstairs,"
"O-Okay, thank you again, Mister Louis..." you blurted, earning a nod as he pushed the trolley out and closed the door behind him.
You took a deep breath and sighed--almost a whine-- as you leaned back on the bed.
"So all of this is real..." you muttered, looking around the room again, now noticing the familiarities in the series.
"There's no way... right? Then again, there's no way I could have gone back to freaking Victorian Era England-- And yet, here we are!" you grumbled as you raised your hands in defeat, pacing in the room.
"That reminds me..." you patted your clothes, feeling nothing but your body.
"Right... No pockets. It's all in my bag... Which I probably lost back when I-" you stopped as your blood turned cold, "...When I got hit by that truck..." you sighed, dropping down to your knees.
You took another deep breath as you stood up, going over to the nightstand and seeing the cloak washed and your shoes on the side of the bed.
"If this world really is from Moriarty the Patriot..." you grumbled as you put on your shoes and grabbed the cloak, "Then that means this place is..."
"Miss (L/N), good morning," William greeted you with a courteous smile from his seat.
Albert sitting on the chair beside him, Sebastian, Bonde, and Fred were on the couch, while Louis, Jack, and Moneypenny stood in the room.
'Oh God... They really are...' you gulped as you put on a smile, nervously walking up to the room.
"Good morning...! Um... thank you again for your help," you greeted back, making William smile as the others kept their wary eyes on you.
'Please don't kill me... I'm broke- I mean, not rich...' you prayed in your head as you stayed in your spot, holding your hands tightly.
"Well then, shall we get going?" he asked as he stood up, grabbing his cane as you blinked at him.
"...Excuse me?"
"Your home, miss," he clarified, making you hum in understanding.
"Right...! Of course...." you nodded, following him out of the manor.
'...What the fuck do I do now?'
You kept quiet as you restlessly looked out of the window of the carriage while William sat across from you, observing your every move.
"We should be far enough by now," he spoke up as he looked outside, catching you by surprise as he gave you a calculating smile.
"Now then, would you mind clearing some confusion of mine?"
"...Okay," 'I'm pretty sure I'm dead if I don't, anyway,'
"Judging by your appearance and conduct, I assume you're well-off enough to not be living in the streets, such as how we found you last night,"
You took a breath you didn't know you were holding and exhaled.
"Right..."
"You seem to be in the working class. However, I do not recall any occupation a woman can have that will lead to bloodshot eyes, fatigue, numbness and pain in the wrist, and poor posture-- which explains the neck and back pain," he continued, making you touch the back of your neck.
"It's as if your work asks you to sit down for a prolonged period of time... Perhaps with a typewriter?" you held on your wrist, and sure enough, the pain from working in front of the computer is still there.
"...I'm an office worker-err uhm...! A clerk, I guess...? As you say here? Sorry, English isn't my mother tongue," you nervously chuckled, but William kept his serious gaze.
"Now, for your clothes..." he continued, making you feel conscious as you covered yourself.
"Ah, I apologize. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable,"
"N-No, it's fine... They're my work clothes," you explained, knowing lying or trying to trick him would be a mistake.
"I see... And where do you work?" he asked, making you gulp.
"...It's not exactly easy to explain..."
"Take your time. This carriage is only circling the block, after all," he reassured with a smile, shocking you as you looked outside, seeing it was Fred in disguise driving the carriage.
"...Of course..."
"Now then," William smiled as he pulled out a traveling tea set, setting it up as he poured you a cup.
"Shall we continue our discussion?"
Extra:
The reader after realizing most of the food/convenient items they know are either inaccessible or haven't been invented yet AND learning the hygiene practices of the Victorian Era:
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