I got Isekaied into Magi. Having read the complete manga many times I know what the future holds and there's no way I'm going to let it happen. I'm going to use what I know to change the ending. Sinbad may be a comfort character for me but I know th...
I shut my laundry alarm, slipped on my flip-flops and headed to the basement to get the clothes from the drier.
My frustration lead my hands to my eyes while taking the steps down. I had been hyper-fixating on Sinbad's character arc again. Constantly vacillating between love and hate for this fictional character was driving me, and everyone who had to live with me, up a wall. I needed to get my Sinbad feelings under control before I ranted my best friend/sibling/roommate's ear off again. They would just remind me that you don't get to choose your hyper fixations. Or your comfort characters. Or who you're attracted to. As they've said before, "people are attracted to appearances and personalities. That's why it hurts so much when we find out someone is a bad person."
"Ah!" Vertigo pulled me out of my thoughts as I tried to take another step down after already hitting the bottom of the stairs. I groaned at my own lack of awareness.
The lighting was different. 'Did the power go out?'
The space around me was pitch black. I felt like I was being pulled. It was like feeling the current in a stream. I got walking. A very dim light grew around me. All of the shelves of my basement were gone. Was I dreaming? I've been a lucid dreamer since I was 5 so it was possible -sure as hell felt similar. Given my mental state, it made sense that I couldn't control the dream like normal and only had awareness.
Hopefully, having to do laundry was part of the dream.
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Worried voices came from a turn up ahead.
As soon as I made the turn I saw a bunch of people panicking around a child on the ground. More people came from behind them to see what was going on.
"He isn't breathing!"
I had first aid training back when I was a student and had experience using it into my time as a teacher. I was by the child's side in a flash, having squeezed past the useless people swarming around them.
Long blue hair in a braid, open blue vest, turban, and a golden flute. This was Aladdin from Magi, and I knew what was wrong with him.
I ripped the flute from his hands as Alibaba and Morgiana rushed over. Alibaba pulled Aladdin into his arms and pleaded for his friend to hold on before I could check his condition. At least I had removed the flute so he wouldn't die.
Maybe I was a little too obsessed with Magi to be reliving it in a dream, but this gave me an opportunity to do a thing I always want to in scenes like this -hell, I've had to do it with real people.
"Put him down! And stop shaking him!"
The two just stared at me.
I gestured to the ground. " He's weak so holding him like that could hurt him. Put him down."
The desperation on Alibaba's face was one I've seen before in series and on real people. I knew Aladdin would live and I had training, so I could face this calmly, but he didn't.
