SpiderwebEyes
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Bakura Ryou
Interactions: Peppino (
Wildcard8880
), Zenitsu (
SirPrompto15
), Samus (
Indominus Fett
)Bakura hears faint voices growing louder, like someone turning a dial. He inhales deeply, withdrawing his hands from his eyes, and blinks as dots dance across his vision. Squinting against the harsh light, his head turns, and his eyes widen at the sight before him. A cartoonish chef looms above, its round eyes darting wildly, swelling with each sharp inhale. Teeth clenched, it is the picture of exaggerated animation.
A... Toon Monster?
Bakura tilts his head, his long sideburn draping over his nose. Another face enters his view—a man with cropped hair, sweat beading and trailing down his face. He seems human enough, except for the patterned haori he wears and the hilt of a sword resting in its sheath.
Am I in a Duel? I don’t recall entering a Duel.
A grunt escapes his throat as he props himself up into a seated position, brushing his hair out of his face. He blinks at a sudden outstretched hand—mechanical and vibrant. Looking up, he stares into the obscured face of a mecha’s visor. Hesitantly, he lifts his skeletal fingers, expecting his hand to pass right through what he assumes is a hologram. Instead, it settles into warm metal, a gentle hum thrumming beneath his skin.
“Thank you...” The words come softly, almost too quiet to hear. He allows himself to be pulled to his feet, brushing his hands down the light fabric of his night pants.
Bakura’s brows furrow as he glances around. He stands in a white, iridescent void that stretches endlessly in every direction, surrounded by Duel Monsters he doesn’t recognize. Yet, he can’t see anyone with a Duel Disk, no indication of who has summoned them. Slowly, his hand withdraws as he searches his back pockets, only to find them empty of his Deck. His stomach sinks.
His gaze returns to the chef, the samurai, and the mech. Taking a breath, he speaks. “I’m sorry, I seem to have zoned out. Where... am I?”
