“Agh--!!”
This is, without a doubt, one of the worst things to happen in a damn long time.
At first he’d wanted to believe that this was some incredibly messed-up prank--no, it’d probably have more likely been some drunken hallucination or dream he was having. How the hell else could he explain some weird projection of a man he’d never seen telling him things like ‘social experiment’ and ‘other participants’ and ‘we’ll be watching?’
Except, he stumbles out into the mentioned city after grabbing a wooden sword that was placed in the room (if it wasn’t meant for him, it was his now anyways), and things feel way too realistic to be a prank or his mind just screwing with him. And he’d gone maybe a block away or something when he winded up tripping over something, who knows what, and falling flat onto his face in the most ungraceful manner possible.
“Seriously...?! Take me back~!” Fudou lets out an annoyed whine as he raises himself up from the ground, but doesn’t bother to bring himself up all the way. Rather, he just winds up flopping on his rear back onto the pavement, which earns him some odd looks from passerby, but oh well. It doesn’t bother him--well, mostly. One gaze in particular catches his attention, and his eyes narrow as he leans forward a bit with a his fist balled up against his knee to prop him up. “Heey--hic!--you! What do you think you’re staring at?! Haven’t you ever seen somebody in distress before~?”
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