Then blah blah blah, you read the first chapter you know what happened soooo moving on.

"Katharine Ihr Essen wird kalt!" A voice shouted from beyond the door

"Yes, I am coming!" I shouted back, my hands having already rushed straight to my temples, ready to respond at any signs of further aggravation. God damn looks like even in this world my family is just as impatient, do they think I am some robo.... wait a sec. My eyes glance over to the clock only to see the number 7:00 stare back indifferently at me.

Hold up... I internally monologue before, rubbing my eyes so hard, I am pretty sure I needed glasses after this, didn't the clock say 6:50 literally 5 seconds ago??? Did my recollection seriously just take 10 min??? I swear JC is really making me lose track of time.

Okay okay but back to reality. Right now, I am sucked in this weird dream/world/dreamworld where everyone got brain damage and started speaking german for god knows what reason. I need to first understand what the hell happened to the world and the only way I can answer this question is by asking my quote on quote "family" about it. Okay so here's the plan you walk down to the dining area and eat your breakfast. While you are eating breakfast calmly and I repeat calmly, at this point I was basically shouting into the void which was my brain, ask them about what is going on got it? I flick my temples for good measure. Good time to go down.

With my internal stability secured, I decided the now time was right for some action. Thus with caution, I start to edge the door open bit by bit. At first, it was just a crack, the light of the outside streaming in only as golden threads. But as I pushed the door ever further outwards, I could feel my blood pressure rapidly rising, the doorknob getting ever slicker by the minute. Come on you can do it just a little bit more.

Then I hear was a loud thump. My hand already slippery from the sweat finally lost all sense of friction and slid clean off the knob landing heavily on the hard wooden floor below followed shortly by an even louder thump as my chin follow suit. Then silence.

While the surrounding may be silent, within me I was buzzing with activity. The pain while excruciating made me feel oddly energized. Who knows maybe I am a masochist? But who cares energy is energy and I am gonna use it anyways. Thus I now fully charged up, immediately bounced back up. My eyes quickly surveying every inch of the outside with every swivel of my head. Seeing that the only things weird, like the entire staircase being spiral with ornate copper fixtures hugging the sides of it instead of being you know a normal staircase, being nowhere as weird as to that of seeing my brother's drastic changes, I heave a sigh of relief.

Right now momentum was the key and no way am I gonna squander this temporary respite.

Thus, with one foot at a time, I boldly marched down the stairs. The feeling of coldness on my feet doing nothing to deter my warmness within. Indeed I felt fearless, invulnerable as if nothing could stop me from achieving my goal.

Finally, after eons of wandering, I have at long last reached the end of the stairs. Ignoring the"extreme" makeover that my living room went through, I quickly orient my head to face the breakfast table. In my mind, I was starting to have doubts over my decision. Maybe if I had stayed in bed longer I would have magically woken up from this weird-ass dream. Maybe if I had just gone back to sleep I would have woken back into my world willy nilly. Maybe I should have slapped the shit out of my "brother" when I saw how much he transformed and maYBe just mayBe I would have SUPer sayaned out oF THis WOrld mayBE.....

A muffled piak reverberated around the room as my hand connected with my face. With the additional input of pain swiftly quashing any doubts, my mind, I once again realigned itself to the task at hand. I knew it was already too late anyway, I had chosen this path and the only way left was forward.

To buy myself more thinking time, I adopted a prowl stance and slowly sneaked towards the breakfast table, ensuring that every contact with the granite floor made as little sound as possible. As far as I was concerned, I was in unfamiliar territory, possibly even hostile. Thus it was prudent or at least I felt it was prudent for me to exercise some caution.

As the size of the table grew ever larger, I could feel my muscle starts to tense up in anticipation of what was to come. This was it I told myself, all you have to do now is to stand up and confidently stroll towards the table like it's your normal routine repeat after me nOrMAL routine. Taking one last look at the staircase behind me, I take a deep breath and step......

"Katherine!" A voice hollered behind me "was machst du?!?!"

I let out a small yelp and instinctively grabbed the nearby velvet curtain, pulling it over my face in a futile attempt to hide my embarrassment. Just like that, any conviction I had was thoroughly scared off by my dear mother. And yes unless polygamy is a thing in this dream world, I am 99.9% sure she's my one and dear only mom which meant I was really really screwed here.

My mom in my world, and more than likely in this world, was always the let's just say the more prudent one always clamoring about conservativeness and whatnot and claiming she was and I quote "more fit to be in the 18th century" than the modern one. This was reflected with my mom's many "modern" interests like scrapbooking and knitting to name a few along with my mom very archaic vision of what a man and a woman's role in society should be like.

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I, on the other hand, being a progressive liberal modern thinking son, didn't really care about her ideals and thankfully my mom got the message and didn't actively seek to hammer her morals into me since I was her son. Emphasis on son.

Now, unless being a man meant having nothing in your no-no square and having quite developed mammary glands, the me in this 'world' is probably put on a very very tight leash by my dear mom and is 'strongly encouraged' to be ladylike especially since dreams always have a hint of reality within it. Despite rather my limited knowledge on the 'how to be lady 101' book, I am pretty sure being ladylike means less of suspiciously prowling around towards the breakfast table and more of carrying your head high and being you know a prim and proper lady.

Either way, I was very prepared for the judgment that was to be laid upon my sinful soul by my dear mother and.... HAHAHAHA WTHECK. At first, I tried to control it . The edge of my mouth twitching ever so slightly, hinting at the laughter that was bubbling within me but before long my sense of self-restraint started to wither and within a second I was rolling on the floor with laughter. I just could not, my mom looked so god damn weirD.

You know the part where I said my mom was a sucker for 18th-century stuff. Well in this universe she can truly submerge herself in this fantasy, clothing-wise. Dressed in an elegant purple gothic dress and big ass hat for good measure, my mom's style of dressing really really made me think she had signed up to cosplay for some gothic convention. Plus the hat, oh my gosh the hat. To put it in perspective, the hat, was at least 2 times the size of a dominos xtra-large pizza with the top buckling from the weight of the fistful of bird feather toppings. The more I looked at it the more it made me laugh. My mother, however, didn't seem to share the same sense of humor.

"Katharine" My mother says before grabbing me roughly by the shoulder "Was hat dich so lange gebraucht?!". Her stern gaze not letting up one bit."In diesem Fall werden Sie zu spät für Ihren Ausflug!" Sorry mom I just you know just got freaking teleported here so punctuality for a supposed school trip isn't very high up on my priority list. But I knew my mom wasn't done speaking. A suspicion comfirmed when my mom drew closer to me and whisphered angrily into my ear "Ist dies das Beispiel, dass Sie hier mit den Eingeborenen einstellen möchten??"

Example what example? I ain't exactly model material here. I was about to speak out in protest but my mother's glare quickly squashed any idea of that and I instead resigned myself to my walk of shame. So much for a smooth entrance haissss. Whatever, for now just eat your food and whatever you don't ever look at your dad. For all, you know your dad unironically has a Hitler mustache and if you see that well. Your mom is for sure gonna dish out fire and fury on your ass.

Sitting down as ladylike as I could, I picked up my smoked ham and cheese sandwich and nibbled on it carefully. While curiosity was still a high priority of mine, so is self-preservation, and judging by the atmosphere of the table, questions didn't seem all that welcomed, understandably. For now, all I could do was to bide my time and satisfy my visual curiosity. Like omg, the whole house now looks like a cathedral, or omg there sure are a lot of dark-skinned maid costume people wondering around ecetra ecetra.

But I must say, credit where credit is due, the food served was pretty damn delicious. The smoked ham and cheese in my sandwich melted together just enough such that you could taste the crispness of the smoked ham and the gooeyness of the cheese in every bite. This accompanied by a warm fluffy bread wrapping around it nicely completing the meal. Before long, I could see a dainty, blonde hair girl staring back at me in the plate, the growling in my tummy long having long been subsided.

Having finished my meal, I picked up the vintage chinaware cup in front of me and took a sip of what I assumed is tea. With the cup still in hand, I turn around to see my garden and I must say it's a sight to behold.

Just like in my world "my" garden here is a whole cacophony of flora and fauna from exotic places like Cuba and Russia sprinkled throughout. But unlike my world, in this world, they actually bother maintaining the garden with the flora in this garden being very carefully arranged and probably routinely trimmed in order to illicit the maximum beauty out of our garden. Well, either way, I am glad that this does support my whole this is all just my imagination theory since only in my wildest dream would my family bother cleaning up the garden hah.

Just as I was relaxing, however, out of blue a loud "SWAK" echoed in the distance. Startled, my hand slipped, sending the cup flying into the abyss. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. I scramble to snatch the cup to no avail. Mentally I knew what was to come, my mother pissed off for the second time in 10 minutes would be giving "my ass" a good beating tonight. Wincing at the thought I instinctively close my eyes as I brace myself for the eventual impact and also secretly hoping I would wake up from this nightmare.

1 second goes by then another, however, I have yet to hear the glass shattering into a billion bits on the hard concrete floor. Confused, I carefully open my eyes and look over the side of the table only to see the cup gently falling towards the ground whilst giving gravity a big middle finger. Surprised I get off my chair and crouched down to take a better look at it. There it was the cup floating calmly through space, oblivious of its imminent destruction. Soon it will be reduced into bits and pieces and maybe one day being recycled and made anew. Hah didn't know I was this poetic guess I really should have joined the literature club. I smile to myself and out of pure playfulness, I flicked a finger at the cup, curious to see what would happen.

Big mistake.

The cup flung outwards away from me before swinging back towards my face like a pendulum. Being the self-preservational human that I am, I obviously tried to dodge it but just like last time the air around me turned to maple syrup and I found myself once again barely able to move.

Within me, fear started to rear its ugly face once. I tried to move. A finger there a leg here however just like last time I found my efforts to be futile. But I didn't care. I had hope that maybe if I squirmed hard enough maybe this whole field would collapse and bring me back to the state of peace tranquillity and you know actual enjoyment???

These hopes of mine were dashed, however, by the light tap of the cup on my forehead followed by the feeling of my whole body getting turned inside out as my soul forcibly separates itself from my body. Then I feel a strong force tugging me down as I get sucked back to god knows where as my whole world around me goes black