Casper Miller, a British University Student

**…Complete**

I let out a soft groan as consciousness begrudgingly returned. The feeling of soft sheets against my bare skin slowly calmed my addled mind, reassuring me I was not floating around in the unknowable black, but was instead back in my university halls after one of the strangest dreams I’d ever had the misfortune of experiencing.

Rolling onto my back, I let loose a jaw-cracking yawn as I stretched out. Reluctantly, I peeled open my eyes, quickly **** to squint from the early morning light spilling into my room through a crack in the curtains. Rubbing my eyes to clear the last vestiges of sleep, I sat up in bed, blinking rapidly as what I expected to see, and what I actually saw, utterly failed to marry up in my mind.

What had once been a comfortable, albeit boring, bedroom had changed. The colours, once muted, were now bright and vibrant, giving the room a soft, cosy vibe. My mouth hung open as I gaped at the changes, the sharp features and high definition of reality supplanted by what can only be described as an anime aesthetic.

“Wha….”

Blinking owlishly, I once again went to rub my eyes, only to freeze in place when I caught a look at my hands out of the corner of my eye.

“Wha…!?!?”

Throwing off the covers and springing out of bed, I ran towards my attached bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I staggered, my gods damned anime hands grabbing onto the gods damned anime sink for support as the gods damned anime face staring back at me through the mirror blanched in shock.

“WHA…!?!”

I stared, hands hesitantly touching the stubble on my cheek. Everything felt the same, and it was still recognisably me staring back at me, same short brown hair, same jawline, same slight gut from one too many nights on the sofa, same grey eyes, just… anime styled.

My eyes widened in horror as a thought crossed my mind. Reaching down, I tugged at the hem of my boxers as I hastened to assess the status of Private Johnson, letting out a little sigh of relief as my inspection found the Private to be entirely unpixellated, and maybe even slightly bigger than I recalled.

“Okaaaay, might have to consider that nightmare wasn’t a figment of my imagination… Buuuut, not all downsides, I guess? Oh fuck, that means I really did just die…”

Before I could get a proper freak out going, my internal musings were interrupted by a little blue box popping up in my vision, blocking my view of my new self.

Accept? (Y/N).

Tentatively I reached out, tapping the Y with a finger. As soon as I did, the blue box disappeared, once again revealing my baffled anime face. “Uh-huh…”