I am in no means fluent in Japanese, so take this with a grain of salt. 😅 

来る
ku•ru: come

内部
nai•bu: inside

か
ka: (?)

ありがとう
a•ri•ga•to-u: thanks

いいえ
i•i•e: no

私は
watashi•wa: I am

ください
ku•da•sa-i: please

わかった
wa•ka•t-ta: okay

はい
ha•i: yes

You're going to learn Japanese with me and you're going to enjoy it! 😅 (I'm mostly just incorporating this to test myself here. If you're struggling to enjoy because of it, just let me know and I'll make it easier.)
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     ""To conclude, I'm really intrigued by the direction this guy's going in. I have no idea how, but the casting is spot on! Not to mention (Y/n) (L/n)'s great at playing this chill, slightly unhinged character and I love it! And I'm overall just really excited to see where this channel goes and what happens next. Because bro put some SERIOUS effort into this and he deserves all the subs he can get!... Anyways, this was BillNiffy and I hope to see you all again. Seeya.""

...

     ....OHHHH... So THAT'S where the huge wave of subscribers came from... Sweet.

     So this guy with over a million subscribers made a whole video essay type thing about my channel and I didn't even watch it until now. It basically went how I expected one to go: praising the visuals and acting, as well as digging into the "conspiracy" that all this might be real. Aka, people were starting to treat my channel like some kind of creepypasta now. Greeeaaaattttt.

     Sigh... Oh well. I knew from the start there was no going back. My previous body was destroyed... And, even if it wasn't, doubt I'd even want to return if given the chance.

     Here is better than there, doing, uhhhh, whatever the crap I can I guess. 😅

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     "AAAA! The pan is on fire! Is it supposed to do that!?"

# lid
# PUT THE LID ON
# lid
# blanket
# water water water water water
# oil fire, nooooo
# lid
# lol ur f***ed

     I raced to put the lid back on the pan to choke the fire out. "Awwwh... What are we supposed to have for dinner now?" I collapsed on the floor, pouting pathetically.

# uhhhhhh
# pizza time
# oh frick
# hey guys what's going on? why he on the floor now?
# takeout again idiot lol
# pizza time
# 😔😔😔
# mmm burnt chicken
# skill issue
# I recommend sewer rats
# pizza time 

     "Thanks guys... Really helpful." I rolled my eyes. Grabbing a firm hold of the countertop, I rose slowly and set to cleaning up the mess. "Guess I'll just order a pizza..." I was never good in the kitchen. Looks like that luck traversed dimensions, huh.

     Had my hands in the pockets of "my" baggy-old clothes as I wandered in search for a pizza place. Turns out they're rare here. Well, darn. My stomach growled. Mhh.. and just after I'd gotten all hyped up about fine meals again, I'd gone and punched my own dreams in the face. If I didn't get my crap sorted I'd eventually be kicked out for sure, especially after Kafka realizes I'm too much of a nice guy to actually dox him or anything like that. Not to mention, I can threaten him all I want, but I don't even know how to transfer footage I've recorded into the devices of this world. Not like I have any USB plugins or anything. Anything I uploaded would be to MY universe. So, on top of being a pushover, all my threats were but empty lies.

     I finally found a pizza place, but it was too expensive. Even the bread sticks were out of my remaining budget. So, I traveled to a nearby supermarket.

     I kept hoping something would happen as I shopped aimlessly. Hoped I might run into something important, or maybe an animal would break in and stir up trouble. Anything to liven up the Livestream that was dying out before my eyes.

     But there was nothing to lean on for help here. I had to resort to using nothing but my own creativity and sense of humor to entertain the people watching. Again, like always, I was forced to rely on no one but myself.

     And I wasn't good enough...

     Holding a beer can, unable to come up with any jokes, it finally clicked that this day wasn't going to get anymore entertaining. May as well call it here. "Hhhh, I...guess that's it for today, chat." I chuckled softly. Not sure if anyone was still watching. "...I'll update you if anything interesting happens." I finally ended stream, as I should have done an hour ago.

     I dropped the act, my shoulders slumping and my face melting into more of a scowl. Not that I was feeling anything negative. Just.. tired. With a few basic groceries in hand that just barely fit into my budget, I dragged my feet over to the cash register. I mumbled to myself while handing the items over for the woman to scan. "I need to find a way to make things more interesting when there aren't any Kaiju around... People say they like my personality.. but it clearly isn't enough." The woman said something. I panicked, having forgotten to look for captions until it was too late. "何? (nani/what)" She repeated herself, this time with me able to read the captions above her head and follow along. "Ah." I shook my head, scanned my card, and put all the groceries into my hammock of a shirt to carry, since bags cost extra. It wasn't much, so I was fine. "ありがとう." I waved briefly while leaving.

     After a few curious turns, I realized I was lost... Drats. Really should have spent more time learning how to return home.

     I rewatched my latest stream at x4 speed to get a better look at the landmarks I passed. A great strategy, if.. I knew where I was to begin with. I wandered around, getting more and more lost. And then somehow I ended up in a very dangerous part of the neighborhood. Right as it was getting dark too. I hurried around to get out of there when I heard a voice jeer at me from behind and turned to see the exact kind of people I was trying to avoid! A small gang of six guys walked up to me casually. They were all talking at the same time, and so fast too, so there was no chance for me to keep up with the captions here! I read someone mention my clothes, another my food, and another mocking me for being poor or something. I got the gist at least. And I wanted OUT of here!

     Unfortunately.. that's not what I got. The gangsters had me backed up against a wall pretty soon. I dropped the bottom corners of my shirt and kicked all the groceries to them. "भोजन रख दें!" I tried to clarify I had given up, but, "frick!!" The guys all chuckled and teased me for it. I couldn't blame em. I was so far off!

     The biggest guy grabbed a piece of my shirt and pulled me closer to him. He said something about me being a foreigner on their terf I think. I got too scared to read halfway through and tucked my head inside my shirt. That brought on a wave of laughter. Oh right! I should record-! OUF! Received a sudden punch to the gut that winded me in an instant. I was thrown against the wall and hounded by more punches. To the face, the stomach, even one near the groin. I started recording only as a sharp pain cut into my stomach. After that the pummeling suddenly stopped and I was released. My legs lost all their strength and I fell helplessly to the ground, my head appearing out of my shirt again. As I laid there with my back against the wall, struggling to keep my eyes open, I just played into the weakness by laying dead-like. Hopefully then they'd leave me alone. Looked like it was working, since all the gangsters started to back away from me. What.. a relief.

     Wasn't sure if it was just me falling asleep or not, but the pain around my injuries faded surprisingly fast. Like my whole body was going numb. I started to worry. Oh crap. Does that mean I'm dying!? Already!? I immediately started to debate whether or not I should livestream. It would be good to let people know this was it, but, I also didn't want to traumatize anyone either... It was a tough call. But...I felt so lonely here. Not a soul on my side, I.. how else was I supposed to say goodbye?

     In the view of the newly started Livestream footage, there were dark figures towering over groceries that rested in a pool of my blood. I realized as I blinked tiredly that that was probably why I felt so numb and tired. "I'm sorry, guys.." I whispered to nobody. Hoped this would reach someone at least. "I...couldn't do anything amazing..." Some of the men turned back toward me curiously. A couple even started to point specific parts of me out to the others. I hurried saying my final words. "I let you down. I got clumsy, and lost, and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time." I then started to panic as some of the goons walked up to me and crouched lower, poking at my numb body. "I know my parents think all of this is fake and that this is all an illusion but please somebody tell them I love them and I'm sorry for leaving them!" I spoke so fast I was tripping over my own words. Then one of the guys slapped my face, forcing me to shut up. Then, I realized something was a bit off. Three of their guys were all crouching around me looking at my midsection. One of them had even pulled up my shirt to check the stab wound. I breathed sharply, head lifting to try and see what interested them so much. "N- nande??" That made sense to them, right?

     One of the guys wadded up the front part of my shirt and shoved it into my mouth. My eyes widened and I started to squirm when in the corned of my view I watched as another guy pulled out his knife. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to move in time. I was stabbed in the stomach again and this time I screamed. My voice was muffled though by the cloth. More warm blood leaked out of me, but this time I felt a little bit more than numbness. Felt almost like... my body was healing itself afterward. Like two parts of my flesh were reaching for one another and sewing themselves back into one. It really freaked me out, actually! What WAS that!?

     All six of the guys were huddled around me now, watching the miracle before them with awe. I couldn't even try to read the captions to understand what any of them were saying. Three of the men were quick to hold me down to keep me from moving while the other three ran off. W-wait! S-so they weren't just going to leave me alone!? Crap! What do they want now!?

     My head was no longer spinning from the physical assault, but rather from the fear of what would come next. I started to wiggle, but I was by far the weakest one here. Even if there weren't literally three men holding me down, I was never the brawling type.

# ayo streaming again already?
# wait wtf is happening???
# frfr?

     There was only one person in chat. One, lone, panicking person, who put words to the way I felt. ... This wasn't what I meant when I said I wanted things to be more interesting when there were no Kaiju around. TvT

     I wiggled, yelled, and fought until I had no energy left. My mind was screaming at my body to keep moving, keep fighting! But, I was beat. I could hardly breathe, much less free myself.

     Eventually, the other three guys returned with a big cloth bag, and together two of them easily wrestled me into it. I went limp after being zipped up in there, my mouth taped shut. The biggest guy slung me over his shoulder; and I could hear the others walking in a loose circle around me. From there I could do nothing but listen to the men bicker. I gave up making noises, moving, or even thinking all that much. Instead I tried to focus on the tones in the gangster dudes' voices. Tried to figure out why they would find such an interest in me to begin with!

     Wait a minute... Regeneration really isn't commonplace now, is it?.. Almost forgot about that in all my years of weebhood. And I... Why!? Why was I given regeneration as a completely normal human!? I AM a normal human, right?!

     Well.... Frick.

. . .

     The way the blood rushed to my head with no way to correct it was annoying. The way the guy carrying me walked was annoying. The way my back ached with every sway.. annoying.

     I was still live streaming.. only so I'd have some form of witness in the case that I made it out alive. When I was thrown into the back of a car, I held up two faintly glowing fingers. When I was carried back out, I changed the color then put them away, all so my future self could possibly use this information to help me find my way back. I was carried some more on foot, then dropped into another car. Same thing as before. I just kept live streaming/recording the process, hoping this footage would become useful later on.

# blink twice if you need help
# bro's legit getting kidnapped ToT
# the lengths this man will go for clout... Respect. o7
# lol this is obviously fake
# omg ur so right he literally has glowing fingers LOL
# ok now blink three times if there is any way I can help
# 🍿
# I'm gunna tell my Japanese friend to call the police just to be safe...
# bro where ARE you!?
# what does this have to do with Kaiju again???
# unsubbing. This is cringe as Hell.
# omg I hope the gang leader is hot
# KAAFFKKAAAA!!! COME GET YOUR MALEWIFE, KAAFFKKAAAA!!!

     Chat was helpful and supportive as always.

     After a while of this, it was getting harder and harder to keep track of the minutes. Though tired as I was and weak my body may have been, my fear just wouldn't let me go to sleep. It just wouldn't. So, I was trapped in this state of unrelenting fear then. Great. After a while, I realized that all of this driving was just them going in circles, likely to kill time. Though I was trapped in the trunk, I could still hear occasional conversation, including one-sided conversation, meaning these people were calling others on the phone. Meaning they had plans for me. Plans I more than likely didn't want any part in.

     After about an hour, I sensed a shift in the car's direction. It no longer drove in huge circles, but rather turned the other way. Then, it sped up as it got on the highway. It was actually easier back here to hear all the other cars and wind blowing by. After maybe 20 minutes, it pulled off the highway again. The car diverged onto slower and slower roads until I could hear the popping of gravel underneath the tires. My whole body tensed up again as we stopped.

     The hood was opened shortly after and my bag zipped open. I squinted suddenly at all the bright light. There had to be at least five guys with flashlights all shining down on me.

     Someone uttered a command, and seconds later I was hoisted out of the bag and dragged off the road. I was on my uneasy feet by the time the man guiding me pulled out his knife. Again, I was cut, this time on the arm. The flashlights beamed down on me as the men watched. Several short gasps were heard as, like before, my skin knitted itself back together. This time I was able to watch the spectacle myself, and it sure was freaky looking. Like there were tons of little creatures inside of me forcefully shoving my flesh back together. Each man started speaking over the other suddenly, bidding for my life. I stared at the ground, my beaten shoes and bloody clothes, no longer caring to understand what anyone was saying.

# can we get a translator in here?
# yeah wtf is going on?
# I only know Russian 😔

     As the street got a little quieter, I was shoved to the ground, knees cutting into the gravel. I kept my head down as my hands were tied behind my back. I sat there on my knees waiting patiently until a sudden kick knocked me over, making me realize those sharp words I didn't know were directed toward me.

     "N-n-no habla-- Nien- いいえ 語る! (iie kataru/no speak)" Guess these new guys didn't get the memo that I was a foreigner. Neither did they learn. One big guy just picked me up and tossed me into the trunk of another car. The lid was slammed shut, knocking me on the head and giving me a major migraine. I knew better than to pass out in these conditions, though. Like before, I tried my best to keep track of every time we turned, got on and off a highway, and slowed or stopped. If nothing else, at least it was keeping me calm.

     I kept live streaming.. even through the long, quiet moments when nobody was watching... It gave me comfort to know that somewhere out there, people could see the position I was in and at the very least feel bad for me. That was all I needed right now, just a little bit of sympathy.

     Two hours later, we stopped and I was dragged out into a big garage. I was patted down for any identification, but none was found. I was sat criss-cross on the ground under a hanging lightbulb and interrogated. The guy questioning me spoke very broken English. Didn't even realize he was speaking Japanese half the time. I was able to put his words together like a puzzle piece though and answer him to the best of my ability. He was mostly asking about my family, friends, business, and other personal contacts. Anyone who might start looking for me after going missing. This was one of those rare times where I was actually glad to have no family or friends to speak of. And since Kafka was so new to the equation, I just told the gentleman I had been living as a homeless man on the street for the past month. My story was hard to accept, obviously. Someone without any past records whatsoever and NO contacts?! A dream case for kidnappers! After all, it's a lot easier to make someone disappear when they never existed in the first place. Too good to be true. I knew what I told them was suspicious, but I had no clue what else to say. I couldn't even relay my name right. They kept pronouncing it wrong and couldn't agree on how to spell it!

     After a tiringly long run of this, my kidnappers seemed satisfied. I was handcuffed to a metal pipe attached to the back wall and given a small Hello Kitty blanket to sleep on. The two guys who'd been taking such "fine" care of me left me alone in that garage after a little while to do whatever.

     More tired than I'd been in a very, very long time, I laid down on my back and stared at the ceiling. No one was in the chat at the moment, so I had nothing new to read. Which meant...I was left to my own thoughts.

     "Wonder if Kafka's doing alright.." I then groaned, free arm draping over my face. "Khhh, he probably thinks I took the budget money and dipped. Ughhh, WHY am I so STUPID? Shoulda paid closer attention to where I was going!" To think I'd end up here in less than a day... Just my luck, isn't it?

     I checked the time on the stream. Six hours... Six hours since I started streaming. Hhhh, no wonder nobody's watching anymore. I had to applaud those who stuck around for any more than ten minutes!

     Wait... Only six hours...?

     I could feel all the weights on me. Under my eyes, in my throat, on my chest. I was still too scared to sleep. But.. I really needed to. Or else I may not have the strength for whatever's coming.

     ...What WOULD people want a regenerating person for anyway? And was there a limit to my regenerating or-- Am I a...?

     Am I a Kaiju?

     Huh.

     What a weird thought.

     Knowing the world I'm in.. it's most likely a yes.