Bob awoke, annoyed by the strange smell. Rolling off his bed he sprung upwards with far more energy than he ever did before. He didn’t hear any prayer or mumbling which was strange, grandmother only stopped if she was not feeling well. Perhaps he had overslept and missed that part of the day. Hopefully he hadn’t missed the interview and could still get breakfast. That would be wonderful. It was just as interesting when an old feeling danced through his body. Joy. Today was the day he would change. He would get better with his job and with a little luck he would be able to put some money down. Soon he would be putting this time in his life away as something best forgotten. With his clean shirt and shorts, he stepped out into the room to the usually breakfast.

There was no breakfast, no eggs or bread, or anything else. As he walked to the stove he noticed there was no frying pan or cooking implements out. With no sweet smell of food, no prayer or words, only silence. It was an eerie scene that seemed to sit, the plate unpacked and Bob looked around confused for a moment, only to shrug. It was not so bad, perhaps his grandmother was ill. But that was not quite right, as usually she would have turned on the television. However, it was the light that confused him. Sunlight, something was wrong with the sunlight.

He had seen sunlight before. Everyone had. The warm rays were constant through his life like any other living thing on the planet. It was nothing like the light that came from the window. It was a bit too much, strangely vivid and with richness that turned honey yellow to the brightest of gold. It came through trees. Tall trees that were not there last night. There were no trees that size around his grandmother’s house. Then the fact was the type of tree was wrong for the climate. From his mere glance he saw gigantic trees that would have taken at least four life times to exist like that. Gobsmacked, he moved to the window in his grandmother’s kitchen, confused. What he saw was another shot to his mind and made a mere musing a clear possibility.

Bob rubbed his eyes, slapped his cheeks, then squinted his eyes looking outside. The world had changed. Glancing about, his eyes saw small creatures; foxes and badgers that seemed to be just as confused as him. Then he noticed the large evergreen tree that rose around the house. A long branch sat on the roof which held birds that danced around the old house. Mighty oaks stood before the backyard as both fox holes scattering the ground. That and strange animals walked through the yard. Bob smiled as he knew what happened. Something wonderful had occurred.

There was no way. Bob thought, running out to veranda with a childish grin. Those things never happen, not in real life. Such ideas were merely things authors wrote about offhandedly or as a background for a cheap erotica that would be a quick afternoon read. He sprang through the living room to the veranda to see his grandmother. She was standing on the veranda confused, clearly unsure of what she had seen. What she saw must have been a dream, clearly not one that made sense. Her house was built on a hill away from any forest and the countryside. These trees, these animals, they only appeared on her shows about other countries. This couldn’t be real.

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Unable to stop his sudden speed he slammed into the ajar door. Puffing he slipped forward to see the forest around them. Bob knew then what had happened, he could see. Standing up with a gleefully smile he shook his grandmother.

“Do you know what this is?“he asked giddily.

“What?” grandmother Dexter responded.

Bob’s manic grin was horrifying to her. Something had happened and her grandson who was usually down and gloomy was now possessed by some unholy impulse. He ran forward leaping off the steps into the front yard. Then like a mad dog he seemed to sprint around it. Birds leap from their nests and small rodents scampered away from his foolish dance. Leaping about from each fence he was so animated completely unlike his former self.

“We got isekai-ed. This is so badass.“ Bob screamed in jubilation. “This is so cool.”

“A what?” His grandmother mumbled absently at the environment. “Something is clearly wrong.”

“No this is awesome. This is so cool. What kind of isekai is it though? We should check that.” Bob said, running about looking at the trees. “It looks like we are in a forest so maybe we can get cool magic. Wait someone is alway over powered so, Wait is that me ?”

“I need to sit down,” she said, falling down.

Bob could barely reach his grandmother falling, but he was too far away to help. Still he tried leaping forward, only to slip down onto the stairs. It was then Bob realized something he overlooked, a common trope. The powerful character was usually the one that was confused and unsure of the world, not the one that was happy and glad to be iskai-ed. The ground leapt up to catch his grandmother shaping itself into a chair. She sat with her head down confused at what had happened with the world. She shivered under an unknown chill, one that shook her to the bone. Her normally contained hair fell apart, her eyes dimmed as she muttered.

“No this can’t be real. This is the work of some demon, some heathen magic.” She stared forward confused. Struggling to stand up, she reached out her hand as she stared at the forest.

“I rebuke you,” she said softly.

“Wait, grandma calm down.” Bob pleaded rising from the steps.

“I rebuke you Satan!” She screamed as light shimmered around her fingers. The lights grew golden orbs the air crackling and sparking around her. Then with a thunderclap it shot out towards the forest but Bob was in the way. He narrowly escaped the attack, his ears ringing as he fell down back onto the steps. Perhaps he should have looked for a status screen. That would be helpful.

It took ten minutes for Bob to have his grandmother calm down, as he dashed about to make breakfast. Sure, such supplies had suddenly become much more precious than gold but even spices had to be used. Moving towards his grandmother he slowly walked with the tray with a simple sandwich, her medication, and a cup of black tea. She was muttering a prayer as the world bent around her words. Minor images of Christ and the cross morphed into being, only to fade back into the wall. She didn’t even notice the change and began another prayer that broke the world around her.

Jealousy danced within Bob, as he coughed, making his voice clear.

“Here is some breakfast.”

Placing the tray on her legs, he sat down onto the verdnada, taking a deep breath. She did not react confused to her grandson. Did he do this? Why is he not scared, confused, or anything? She screamed in her own mind.

“What is happening?” His grandmother asked, confused as she looked at the coffee.

“Simple, we are in another world.” Bob smiled, looking at his grandmother. ”Isn’t it great?”