The sour scent of rotting fruit is what wakes you from your formerly comfortable sleep, and before you even open your eyes, you manage to confirm a couple things.

Your bed feels wrong. Feeling more like concrete or maybe even gravel. Little sharp bumps pressing uncomfortably into your back as you groan, trying to ignore the oncoming headache. The air around you feels wrong. Instead of the warm, comforting aura of your room, it feels stifling and sharp. Foreign even. This place itself feels wrong, and after laying on your back for what felt like half an hour that was probably only a couple minutes at most, you give in and open your eyes.

"What the fuck?"

You're hoping that's this is just an oddly realistic dream. That you're imagining the bewildering scene before you. You're laying on your back in an alley. The dull walls stretching up three or four stories before the tops flatten out, leaving your line of sight and abruptly turn to pale blue sky littered with wispy clouds.

Was I even in my bed last night? I could have sworn I was watching the last episode of My hero Academia... did I fucking sleepwalk or something?

You force yourself to sit up through the nausea, your eyesight going spotty and black for a second, making you shoot out your left hand to stabilize yourself against the warm brick wall as you screw your eyes shut and pray for the feeling to go away.

Opening your eyes hesitantly, you look around again, trying to make some sense of your surroundings. A couple silver trash cans stand across from you're sitting, but the rest of the alley seems to be remarkably clean. Unnaturally clean if anything. A single piece of paper - probably a receipt - sticks out from one closed trash can, the lid holding it in place. Your eyes choose to focus on that as your mind scrambles to catch up with the current situation.

On the bright side, at least I know where the rotting fruit smell is coming from..? But still.. where the hell am I? I know I was in my bed last night.

Your eyes turn down, and upon seeing the purple and black phone case on your lap, you take your hand that isn't against the wall to pick it up and turn it on. 4:13 in the morning. Your time. Definitely not the time here.

"What just happened?"

A gravelly voice from your sweater pocket makes you let out a strangled gasp. Surprise and fear overtaking your body, you rip the warm black article of clothing off over your head, tossing it against the opening wall. Thudding softly against the lid of a trash can, muffled protests are just barely heard from within the heap of fabric.

"What the actual fucking hell, oh my god..." You press your back against the wall, using one hand to stabilize yourself as you slowly climb to your feet. Shoving your phone in a pocket in your cargo pants, your eyes lock onto the sweater. Your curiosity is almost stronger then the dread that's rolling through you in waves, and you unwillingly flinch back as the fabric continues to move slightly from the inside.

Of all the scenarios shooting through your head, this one was definitely not the one you had expected or even had the chance to think of.

A small, darkly colored head pops out from under your sweater, followed by two more, and your mind blanks, as you immediately recognize the black and purple color scheme.

Those are my bakugan toys... why, and how the fuck are they moving?!

You hesitantly take a step towards them, and they turn from facing each other to look at you. The red and yellow eyes of your three darkus bakugan meet yours, and your jaw drops, as without a sound, they immediately dart forwards to sit on your shoulders like in the show.

"Y/n. It's nice to finally be able to speak to you." The smooth voice of Ingram from your left shoulder beside Serpenoid makes you flinch in surprise, your brain still searching to come up with the reasoning for them being alive.

"How is this possible? Are we in the bakugan universe? We can't be in my universe because this wouldn't be possible there... Holy fuck, wait does this mean that the multi-universe theory was right?" Your body finally unfreezes, and you move from your spot where you were frozen against the wall to grab your sweater and hold it loosely in one hand.

Your bakugan remain silent. Serpenoid simply turning to face Ingram, and Alpha Percival looking down. Finally, Ingram chooses to speak for the three of them, the other two either unable or unwilling to speak.

"No. It is impossible that we could be in my universe, as we sense we are the only bakugan here. However I do agree that we aren't in your universe." He sounds thoughtful as he slowly turns between Percival and Serpenoid. Your free hand moves to feel your back pockets for your wallet as you see a couple of people walking by the entrance of the alley, frowning as they start up a conversation between themselves in a language that definitely isn't English.

"So not only are we in a different universe, we're alone, and people don't speak English where we are. Speaking of which, how the hell can we understand each other? Oh and if we get in trouble and need to fight something really big, would I need a gatecard for you guys to transform?" Your mind runs through scenarios, slightly nervous because you're essentially helpless here.

"I don't think so." Ingram starts to speak as you open up your wallet. "This world seems to defy logic as it is, so not having a gate card should be fine." His response is hesitant, and he turns to Alpha Percival as you nod slowly and check the unchanged contents of your wallet. "As for how we speak and understand English like you, I believe that it's because even though we weren't able to move or speak in your universe, we were able to listen and learn subconsciously." Alpha Percival gives a sharp nod of agreement, and a soft hiss is heard from Serpenoid. "However it seems that not all of us share the same capabilities of speech. Though Serpenoid is able to understand us, he was not created in a way that would allow him to speak."

You nod your head slowly in agreement and slip your wallet back into your back pocket. "Alright. I've got some more bad news though. All I have is twenty bucks in Canadian money, and my beginners license, which is probably useless here." Your nose wrinkles as your eyes go back to the garbage cans. "But there's no way in hell that I'm eating someone's trash. So we should try to find a police station!" You pump your fist determinedly as you finally start to relax, and Ingram hums in agreement.

"That would probably be wise. We will hide ourselves in your pockets as a precaution." At his words, Serpenoid shoots down from your shoulder, to the side pocket of your cargo pants, and Ingram follows. Alpha Percival however, stays on your shoulder as you pull your sweater on and zipper it up. Pulling your hood up over your head, you tug it down to hide your face in its shadow.

"So uh, Alpha Percival? Can I call you Percival for short?" You awkwardly strike up a conversation with the quiet bakugan, ad he nods sharply.

"Call me what you wish." His voice is still rough, but he doesn't seem to be upset or displeased by your question.

"Sweet thanks!" You smile, taking your first step out of the alley, and immediately being surrounded by people. Japanese conversations take place all around you, and your ears are filled with the voices of countless people. "Holy shit how are we going to get directions?"

The thought shoots into your mind as your brain processes the language. Your eyes skim over the colorful streets, the foreign, yet somewhat familiar writing marking stores and restaurants registering in your mind, but being impossible for you to understand.

As the crowd of people merges back around you, you quickly force yourself to look down back to the ground, and you do your best to shuffle along with the people around you. As a person bumps into you, you feel Alpha Percival edging closer, curling into his ball form and settling snugly in the crook of your neck. Shoving your hands further into your hoodie pockets, you speed up, seeing groups of kids with backpacks walking away from a school building being close ahead.

"They should teach at least one English class here right? Maybe someone here can give me directions... what the fuck?!" The moment you look up from the ground, your eyes land on a person with animalistic features.

It's fine! Just a cosplayer, everything is normal. This is Japan Y/n. Focus on your goal!

Then the wolfish ears on the teen boy swivel around, and his head follows, his gaze landing on someone someone to your left, and his mouth breaking into a lopsided grin.

What? Holy shit oh my god they're real and he has sharp teeth why is no one surprised? Is this norma-

"Y/n. Your pulse is too fast, you must calm down." Percival's stern voice from beside your head brings you back from your confused fear, and you quickly look back down as the male's ears tilt towards you.

"I know. I know, I'm sorry it was just weird. I wasn't expecting that." You give a small, nervous chuckle and peek back up at the crowd of people.

He's gone...

"Daijōbudesuka?"

Your eyes widen at the smooth, unfamiliar Japanese voice beside you, and you jerk around to face the person. "I'm sorry! I don't speak that language!" You wave your hands in an attempt to convey to the wolf-like boy that you can't understand him, and his smiling face turns confused.

"American?" He speaks with a slight accent, but his English is still easily understandable.

"No, Canadian. Could you help me find someone by any chance?" You shake your head quickly to correct him, and he smiles lopsidedly as he waves over a darker haired man.

"I know little English. But my friend knows much more. He can help you. I am Suzuki Daichi. " He seems to struggle a but in the first sentence, but for the most part his English seems pretty understandable. At least to you it is.

With a quick nod and wave as the other male joins you, your eyes scan over his appearance. His dark red hair is short and messy, and as you watch, he runs his fingers through it again, his own icy blue eyes looking you up and down.

"Kore wa daredesu ka?" His voice is rougher then you expected, causing a shiver to run up your spine as his cold eyes bore into yours then switch to speak to Suzuki.

Oh come on I wanna know what you're saying...

"Kanojo wa yukue fumei ni mie, nihongo ga hanasemasen." Suzuki makes little hand gestures as he speaks, his ears swiveling around every so often to stay aware of his surroundings as his gaze switches between you and his friend. You notice a couple of eyes drifting towards you, as the boys speak in fast Japanese, but the light weight of Percival on your shoulder keeps you from ducking down and dashing straight for the building.

"So you're Canadian? I'm Kagari Kaito, and this is Suzuki Daichi. We can take you to some people to help you I guess but stay out of my way got it?" He looks at you, his hands running through his hair yet again and his foot tapping impatiently on the concrete as he waits for a response. He reminds you a little of the Bnha character Bakugou from his curt tone and take no shit attitude that is leaking from every pore in his body.

"Yes please, and thank you Kagari." You're careful to use his last name, if that's his last name to make sure you wont anger him. You can never be too careful right?

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because his frown deepens and his eyes narrow. "Just Kaito. Don't bother with the last name crap and let's go. I have places to be."

You stand there in bewilderment as he turns sharply and walks away, not looking back over his shoulder, he heads towards the sidewalk. Suzuki hurries behind him, looking back once to wave you towards them as he follows his friend.

"Follow them." Alpha Percival's voice from your shoulder makes you flinch, as you had almost forgotten he was here.

"I know, I know." Stepping forwards, you have to break into a slow jog to catch up with the two boys, as they lead you to places unknown.