Fuk Oh Nah Isekai?!?

(Fukona Isekai?!?)

不幸な異世界

"An unfortunate trip to another world"

Jack and Cal shared a moment of commingled awareness, which left them both overwhelmed. They became mutually-self-aware. With significant portions of their memories blocked, the mutual-self-awareness caused both to feel a wide variety of confused and conflicting emotions that neither could begin to understand. It left them with something similar to an emotional or psychic feedback loop that was very disorienting. Fortunately, the intensity of the bond and resulting mutual awareness dwindled.

The last things Jack could remember were foggy impressions of being on a plane and then a flash of light. Cal had hazy memories of his life as a normal rabbit, but because of his bond with Jack, his understanding and frame of reference far exceeded what any normal rabbit should have had. They both held no memory of their prior experiences with BCPD™ or their mini-adventure of torment and despair after leaving their world.

However, due to the nature of the work that the self-proclaimed demi-god "Deimos" had wrought in their shared minds, souls, and shrouds, they still felt emotional connectedness and subconscious weight associated to the countless things they could not remember. They could tell things were missing, and feel passionate, complex emotions about what they were unable to connect with. Both man and rabbit could feel a deep affection and loyalty for each other, a solid trust and a sense of camaraderie. Yet, they both felt a soul shaking loss and sorrow, still emotionally reeling from the sadistic mental amputation, physical vivisection, and emotional violations that Jack had endured. Jack and Cal were both deeply disturbed.

The tall "being of light" seemed to patiently wait for them, standing motionless in it's previous position, arms clasped behind its back. Jack started shaking uncontrollably, clutching Cal to his chest firmly but gently. Jack's subconscious still registered an underlying gentleness, he had years of experience cradling infants, children, and small animals gently in his arms, even if he couldn't remember it. A core part of his identity such as that was not going to be easily changed, even if conscious awareness of it was not accessible.

In Jack's native culture, traditional masculinity proclaimed that men had strong backs and strong arms so that they could work, play, and fight hard. Many men saw their arms as tools of strength, to bend the world to their will, to toss heavy burdens aside, or to batter down obstacles. Other men viewed their arms primarily as part of their pride, vanity, or value as a man, a way to use their strength to toil and earn their fame, fortune, or simple livelihood. Jack's first instinct was to use his arms protectively, to gently wrap them around what he loved. He was compelled not to attack, but to cradle and comfort, to hold or cling, to seek connection.

Jack was deeply passionate, and due to his neurodivergence, his emotions were much more intense than anything most people would ever experience. Lacking access to any of his memories, he had nothing but emotional shadows to try and frame any type of reference for self understanding when it came to how he reacted subconsciously.

He reflexively defaulted to kindness, but didn't know why. He felt like he was supposed to make sure he never got angry, especially when things got stressful. With how stressed he was at the moment, he was overcome with a nameless dread that insisted he control himself tightly, prioritize others, and be ready to react immediately.

Cal could feel all of this inside of Jack, which comforted him and made him feel safe to be held by Jack, and yet there was something else just under the surface, something simmering that left Cal very uneasy. He wasn't sure if he felt more comfortable being held protectively by Jack, or if he wanted to be put down.

Through the bond, Cal mentally heard the echo of a memory of Jack's, somehow slipping through the memory block:

"There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."

Jack was oblivious to what Cal experienced, and remained staring fixedly at BCPD™ with nervous intensity.

"Huh?" Jack inquired confusedly to the apparent deity, having not registered a word that had been said to him. Deimos/BCPD™ removed his arms from behind his back, and stepped backwards, physically taken aback by the unexpected question and casual lack of expected awe. Jack plowed forward, glaringly ignorant of the blatant social cue he had just been offered. After all, the creature in front of him wasn't human and didn't even have facial features, so it never occurred to him to try to pay attention to nonverbal communication.

"Wow, this is not what I expected, though I don't really know what I expected, because other than an uncomfortable flight on a dingy airplane, I can't seem to remember much. Are you some sort of interdimensional Representative for the airline? I'm getting a definite stewardess vibe from you, wait, sorry, flight attendant vibe. Do you have pronouns? Are you self aware? Are you about to make me a morally questionable offer involving the future of mankind weighed against my repressed secret desires for sex, wealth, power, and show tunes? Am I about to be anal probed, and if so can I put the bunny down first?"

A gentle breeze blew through the temple after Jack finally lapsed into awkward silence, wondering if he had just said everything that he thought he just said. He wondered to himself why didn't he ever stop talking. Why did he always feel like he had to make some sort of absurd joke anytime he felt tense? But did he? He couldn't remember, but it felt like it. He had stopped staring directly at the figure of light, to stare off in space and be lost in his thoughts.

"I, Deimos welcome you to my divine plane! I have summoned you here, from beyond the pale of death, to bestow my Divine quest and blessings upon you! Rise hero, and begin your second chance at life, for you are my chosen one!" BCPD™ repeated sonorously.

Jack blinked and replied again:

"Huh? Did you say something? Oh, sorry, I was thinking about my underwear. I mean, I can feel that I'm wearing some, I was doing a mindfulness exercise because I get really nervous sometimes and can't stop talking or think about what I'm talking about, and while I was trying to focus on what my body felt, I realized I'm wearing underwear which are really kind of tight, which means that someone had to dress me. Since you're the only person around that probably was you, and that you've probably already seen me naked. That makes us kind of intimate, but it's fairly one-sided but I don't really want to see you naked, though you look fairly androgynous and non-anatomical from what I can tell. What I'm trying to say is I'm not entirely comfortable in this situation, and I hope you didn't do anything weird to me while I was naked and unconscious. I wonder why I'm worried about that, but I can't remember anything so who knows. Unless of course my body was just generated with clothes on automatically. Wait, did you say I died? Is that why I can't remember anything? I have questions, but damn it, I can't remember anything and I really feel like there's things I'm supposed to be asking you right now and it's kind of making me feel kind of weird, kind of."

Jack nervously stuttered to a sudden stop as he started to hear the words that were coming out of his mouth. He felt a twisting root of nausea in the pit of his stomach, threatening to turn him inside out as his limited self-awareness demanded he cringe inwardly at everything he had just verbally vomited.

"At least you didn't ask them why they don't find you attractive and if that might change."

Jack had no idea where that last internal thought had come from, or what it was talking about, but his sense of internal embarrassment intensified dramatically. Lost in his own internal awareness, Jack missed whatever was said to him next until Cal bit his finger to recall his attention to the present.

"Owe!" Cried Jack, firmly setting the rabbit down on the altar beside him. "What was that for?!"

"Pay attention to the magnanimous but precipitously irate deity, jackass!" Cal hissed telepathically "if you get us reincarnated as invertebrates, I'm going to do very unpleasant and improper things to you when you are asleep!" Cal threatened ominously inside Jack's head. Jack verbally retaliated to his Best Bunny Buddy, ignoring the self-declared and convincingly apparent deity.

"Didn't I just tell him that I'm really uncomfortable with the idea of someone doing something to me while I'm asleep? You know consent is important! Are all rabbits this ify on consent? Wait, I can't remember, but did I have you fixed? Do you have any balls? You sure seem like you've got a lot of balls to threaten me like that, floofball!"

Cal telepathically yelled very loudly into Jack's rather muddled cranium.

"HE SAID HIS NAME IS DEIMOS! WE'RE IN HIS HEAVENLY REALM TEMPLE AND FOR SOME INEFFABLE REASON YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE! MORON!"

"I'm un-effable? Hey, that hurts! How does he know no one wants to f* me? Crap, he's a god, so of course he knows, I must be hideous! How bad is my personality?" Jack continued to get completely lost and carried away, voicing his manic thoughts as soon as they occured to him with stubborn impulsivity.

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Cal made a telepathic noise of unreserved disgust, before hopping down from the altar to land lightly in front of Deimos. Drawing himself up to his full height while standing on his back to paws, Cal proceeded to then prostrate himself to the deity with a dignified show of reverence.

"Please accept my earnest apologies for the unrestrained witlessness of this man, he seems to be befuddled and traumatized by whatever has happened to us. I am certain that if we give him a moment, he will be able to compose himself."

Cal solemnly declared his assertion to Deimos, and then turned to look back over his shoulder, giving Jack a very pregnant and meaningful stare. Jack met the rabbit's glare, breaking out into a cold sweat and feeling his right leg begin to shake from the tension. Jack nervously jerked his head in an uneasy nod, to agree with Cal's declaration, before stammering.

"Y-ye-eah!"

Jack closed his eyes and tried to clear his thoughts. He could feel his heart slamming against itself in his chest, he could almost hear the blood rushing through his veins. He felt cold, but flushed at the same time. Sweat began running down his face and pooling between his shoulder blades. He tried breathing deeply, and focusing his thoughts on the present and what was important. But he couldn't tell what was important, he didn't understand anything that was going on and without remembering anything, he had no idea what was expected of him. He could feel a deep, resentful anger radiating through the bond from his bunny friend, but it made no sense to him. He was completely cold, and calm, except not, but at least completely not angry himself. Had he really pissed off the rabbit that much? The anger scared him, and hurt his heart. He was extremely disappointed in himself that he had done something to hurt and anger his closest and only friend so much, and he felt helpless because he didn't understand what it could have been.

Suddenly Cal grew self aware his own raging anger and impatience with Jack, because of what he was feeling from Jack through the bond. Cal didn't understand where it was coming from. Sure, rabbits could get a lot angrier than most people gave them credit for, but they were still prey animals and didn't have the near frothing bloodlust that seemed to be boiling up inside of Cal. Just like Jack was doing, Cal took a moment to delve into himself to explore the anger he was feeling. What he discovered chilled the bloodlust and filled him with nausea. It wasn't his anger. The anger Cal felt was seeping through the bond from Jack, who was "blissfully" unaware of what he was really feeling and repressing. Cal didn't understand, and he couldn't connect to whatever pain was locked away in Jack's soul that was causing this much outrage. So instead, he immediately began sending his affection and support to his friend through the bond, replacing the poorly restrained frustration he had been projecting previously. Cal felt guilty whenever he realized how much that projection of anger had further destabilized Jack, contributing to his growing anxiety and panic. It was at least somewhat comforting for Cal to realize that it was Jack's own anger directed back towards himself that had caused the anxiety in the first place.

The sudden psychic emotional shift from Cal was a lifeline for Jack. With his Bunny Buddy's support, he was able to gather his thoughts and calm his rampantly impulsive thoughts. He stopped shaking and sweating, and his heart rate slowed down as he continued to breathe deeply and more evenly. The rabbit found himself mentally skimming Jack's thoughts through the bond, and able to lend his own emotional stability to smooth over some of the turbulence that disrupted the surface of Jack's consciousness. Now that he was aware of it, Cal could distinctly make out the infernal maelstrom of Jack's repressed anger, deep in his core subconscious. Cal acknowledged it and ignored it, focusing his efforts on aiding Jack in framing some coherent thoughts about what he wanted to say and ask.

Jack took more deep and even, steady breaths, and slid down off the altar to stand on his feet. He took a wide stance and straightened his back, squaring his shoulders. With his head held high, he purposely looked to make eye contact with Deimos.

"Lord Daymoss!" Jack started.

"Deimos!" Hissed Cal.

"Lord Deimos!" Jack restarted.

"I humbly accept your charge and beg your indulgence for my nerves." Jack declared, dropping to one knee next to Cal, in front of the deity.

Deimos resumed his regal, magnanimous pose, before nodding in recognition to the young man and bunny.

"Very well. I accept your apologies and your service. Your soul has been passed through the Styx, relieving you the burden of your memories. The accumulated energies you had cultivated in your previous life have been re-bestowed upon you in the form of your chosen Divine Blessing and Divine Iconic Companion™ which shall safeguard and serve you through the whole of your Holy Endeavors. Due to this reinvestment, some vestiges of your previous life may linger as attachments, but I advise you not to be alarmed or delve too deeply and in any attempt to explore or understand them. Such action could prove quite detrimental to the integrity and substance of your Divine Blessing and the longevity of your Divine Iconic Companion™. In acquiescence to the request made by your previous incarnation, to elevate what you referred to as the "difficulty settings" you will be forgoing the standard cultural indoctrination, practical knowledge imprinting, legendary treasure bestowal, and selection of multiple minor divine blessings. I wish you well in your quest. Prepare yourself for transference."

His much delayed speech finally completed, Deimos raised both of his hands above his head, palms meeting. A column of light began to gather around Jack and Cal, growing in intensity.

"Wait! What?!? Can we re-discuss this real quick before we commit to any..." Jack blurted out in desperate confusion, before suddenly vanishing with Cal as the light peaked at blinding intensity. The illusion of light around BCPD™ vanished, leaving the form of the interdimensional hippie sadist chuckling to himself. He closed his eyes, and connected himself to the channel his master had created with Jack's "blind" eye, allowing him access to what it saw.

...

Jack and Cal materialized in midair, but fortunately for them there was a deep and rushing river below them. Unfortunately for them, they were quite a distance above the river, giving them just enough time to recover from their disorientation and recognize their predicament before plunging deep into the cold water. Jack managed to grab the bunny in mid-air, pull Cal against his chest, and curl protectively around him, right before hitting the surface of the water. In such a position, Jack made a splendidly superb cannonball, and cracked his skull against the bottom of the river while sending up a spectacular splash of water skyward.

Stunned, Jack began to loosen his hold on the rabbit, and took a breath full of water before the swirling currents of the turbulent river carried him back towards the surface. Jack's head broke through the water with him spluttering, coughing, and attempting to breathe through the waterlogged lagomorph that was attached to his face with disproportionate strength from fervent, abject terror. Jack tried to pry Cal off of his face, but the rabbit bit his nose to desperately hold on.

"Help! Help! I'm drowning!"

Caliburn Attenborough telepathically screamed to anything that might hear him. Jack couldn't respond because he couldn't breathe, with the rabbit's wet fur clogging his mouth and nose. Dazed as he already was from the blow to his head, the oxygen content of his blood was beginning to dwindle leaving him even further impaired. He knew he didn't have long to stay conscious, and frankly he found himself rather surprised that he was still conscious at all. He couldn't breathe, and his mind was filled with the repeated screams of panic from Cal.

At some point he stopped trying to breathe and just tried to stop getting slammed unaware into boulders and tree limbs. His mind was very hazy so he couldn't understand why he was not dead or unconscious from lack of oxygen, but fortunately that didn't seem to matter at the moment. He instead focused on prying the rabbit off of his face with both hands, which he eventually accomplished after several tortuous moments.

Unfortunately, by this point he had been repeatedly slammed and battered, and partially impaled on a wide variety of hazards submerged in the river. Most of his clothes thad been torn from him by the sharp rocks and tree limbs he kept encountering. He was bleeding and bruised in several places. Cal had eventually stopped screaming and gone quiet from terror, content to let Jack clutch him against his chest with one hand, using the other arm to try and keep both of them with their heads above water as the rushing river continued to abuse them both.

In his situation, Jack couldn't make out much of his surroundings, except that he was in some sort of deep gorge or canyon through which this river flowed. He could barely keep his head out of water, let alone look around to see where the river was carrying them.

He couldn't smell anything other than the river water, which was slightly burning in his sinuses and still felt a heavy remnant of in his lungs. The only sound he could hear was the roaring of the waters, which now that he paid attention to it, did seem to be growing deafeningly loud. This realization reached Jack just in time for him to be turned by the current to once again face downriver, allowing him to see that he and Cal were about to go over what appeared to be a substantial waterfall.

"Fuck." Jack said in a deadpan.

"Fuck?" Cal inquired in confusion.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" The two of them answered, screaming in unison as they went over and began to fall.

...

Cairlynn stood naked, rinsing herself clean under a small waterfall, at the bottom of a magnificent series of falls of the Great Treli River. She was returning from a long journey for her Church, and wished to cleanse herself before approaching the city and needing to present herself to her superiors. She had made the side trip to this remote location specifically for that purpose, and had been taking her time to rest and recover while bathing and swimming. Cairlynn would have been described as a modest beauty by most standards. She appeared to be in her early to mid 20s, with large breasts, ample hips, and an athletic but curvy figure, narrow waist included. Her skin was a deep tanned brown, and with her hair wet the exact dark color was difficult to determine. She had a gentle, evenly featured face, and generous lips. Having finished rinsing her hair in the waterfall, she turned to step off of the rock shelf and into the deeper water, only to discover a naked young teen boy floating behind where she had been standing. Now that she faced him, she first noted that he was staring wide-eyed and derangedly, directly at her crotch, which she had inadvertently put on full display as she had moved to step right over where he had been floating. The second things she noticed was that he was substantially erect.

...

"Get over it you maniac!" Screamed the young teen Jack, running naked through the woods, smeared with mud, blood, pinesap. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, and if you ask me you don't have all that much to be proud of! It's not like you did me any favors showing me that, I'm pretty sure I've had better!"

Behind him, he was pursued by a partially dressed and seething priestess, determined to condemn this graceless and lecherous heathen to the judgment of her God. She responded to his taunts with a wordless shriek that promised imminent violence and suffering.