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Yuma didn't know why he fell into that kid's dinner. He didn't mean to! He just... fell out of the air, over the table! Guess he wasn't gonna be a dinner guest, 'cause he already had dinner. Come to think of it, why was he here? He was having a perfectly fine batch of rice balls, then suddenly, he's thrust into some other guy's house. Well, may as well try to make a better impression.

"Uh... Hi! I'm Yuma Tsukumo!" he said. "Okay? Uh, I'm Kel. How'd you get here?" "Kel, I don't think he knows either," a boy on the other side of the table says. "Ah, sorry, Hero. Well, come and sit! We've got plenty of Gino's to go around!" Ooooh, pizza! Well, guess he could make some more room for it.

It was some of the best he'd ever had. Granted, this time, it actually had cheese on it.

"So, uh, Yuma, was it? So, judging from you appearing from thin air, you aren't from around here?" the boy named Hero asked. "Oh, yeah! Uh, well, I know it's hard to believe, but I'm from the 22nd century!" Kel gasped, "WOOOOAH! That's sick, dude! What's the future like?" "Kel..." "I know Hero, I know, don't badger the witness..." "That- that doesn't even apply here!" Hero said. Not too different from him and Kari, huh? "You know the game Duel Monsters? It's a big part of society." Kel had settled down, at least on the outside, but, well...

"I know the secrets of the universe now." Kel said, with a deadpan. "Thank you, future man. Anyways, how'd you get your hair like that?" "Ah, just woke up that way! And grew that way, too!" Hero cleared his throat. "Well, ah, do you need somewhere to sleep? I mean, our parents are out, you can take their room." "Oh, of course, thanks! Oh, and thanks for the pizza!"

He started to head upstairs, when Hero said, "But first, you gotta help us take care of Sally, alright? She just needs her food" Yuma groaned, but obliged, heading downstairs and grabbing the baby food. "So, could we get in contact somehow? I have a number..."

Great, where the hell is he? First, he was saying goodbye Rio before his morning drive, and then suddenly he's here, on a pile of trash, in a public park. At least Yuma wasn't there to see him... damn it, he's blushing. Of course, fate decided to put him in the garbage, the gay trash he is. He should really cut down on the self-depreciation, only Kaito and IV find it funny. He decided to pull himself out, and maintain any possible dignity.

"Hey, who's this nerd at the dumpster?" A woman with red glasses and a blue hoodie sneered at him. Great.

"Hey, Kim, she doesn't seem too bad," a pink haired girl with a blue bow said. "She?" he asked, confused and ready to strike. "Woah, sorry dude, I'm just kinda bad at that sort of stuff." Ryoga steadied his breath, "...It's alright. So, who are you?" "Aubrey. That's Kim over there. I can show you the others, if that's cool." "Sure. I fell in trash, can't be worse than that."

Upon meeting The Maverick, he found out it was worse. Far worse. A cocky duelist with a low-level deck. And what's worse, he took Ryoga's Duel Gazer.

"I summon Thunder Kid in attack position!"

"...You really did that with Umi on the field? You lose 200 ATK, bringing it down to a measly 500 ATK!"

"I-Impossible!"

"Really possible. Now, I'll show you what you could see as really impossible. With three Level 4 Water monsters on the field, I build the Overlay Network! I Xyz Summon Number 32: Shark Drake!"

"No! You cannot! The Maverick cannot lose!" "Yeah! He's UNSTOPPABLE!" a pompadoured kid named Angel yelled, The Maverick's protege, he assumed.

"I attack Thunder Kid, bringing your LP down to 0!" 

"Nooooooo!"

"I won this duel, so now you have to give me back my Duel Gazer."

"...Fine. The Maverick never breaks a promise." He handed it over to Ryoga.

"But now you must tell us your name!" Angel yelled. He really wasn't liking these two.

"...Shark. Keep it in mind." 

"We shall take you to my home! For you have come from another world, you have no housing here, so The Maverick shall shelter you!" Great, more time with Mr. Theatre Kid. Sometimes, he wished that Yuma was there... to hold him... and keep him safe... Well, guess that shows that he wasn't as straight as he thought. Ah well. Not like he was here... 

"If you need me, call me. Here's my number..."

Trey appeared in a bedroom, with a short noirette and a taller blonde. They were looking over a laptop, showing cute anthropomorphic animals on the screen. Well, perhaps he should introduce himself.

"Ah, hello there."

The two yelped and shut the laptop, turning around to him. "U-uh, hello?" the blonde said.

"Hello, I am III. I have come to this world simply because, well, it'd be a nice break from everyday life."

"Oh, uh... do you have a cell number?"

"Of course I do! Here it is..."

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The White Space Gang

(10 members)

beketbal: yo aubs gues what

terror: what.

beketbal: so tthere was this guy who spawned ontop of our food

terror: well that's weird. His name?

beketbal: yuma

Cryptidiot: there's a weird dude in my room

Cryptidiot:  image.jpeg

beketbal: THAT IS REALLY PINK HAIR

terror: finally. my son.

Mr. Blue Sky: He gave us his number, remember, Sunny?

Cryptidiot: oh yeah

Cryptidiot added Michael "III" Arclight

Michael "III" Arclight: Hello there! Could you all introduce yourselves?

beketbal: im Kel!!

terror: aubrey.

Cryptidiot: Sunny or Omori. depends on the day

Mr. Blue Sky: I'm Basil! Nice to meet you, III.

beketbal: OH WAIT

terror: OH WAIT

beketbal  added  YUMA

terror  added  Shark

The Maverick: Ohohohoho, my lifelong rival has arrived!

Shark: fuck off I'm not being your rival.

YUMA: shark! language!

Michael "III" Arclight: Yuma, this is a group chat, not a church.

Lesbian: damn babe you know these guys?

terror: just one of them. Seem nice.

AAAA: We're gonna have a rematch one day Shark!

Shark: tch, good luck.

Michael "III" Arclight: So, are there any museums nearby?

Cryptidiot: yeah there's one in town for a while. got alien artifacts or smthn

Michael "III" Arclight:  Say no more.

Mr. Blue Sky: H-he just jumped out my window-

Candyman: studying. what'd i miss

charlie: mystery men. one likes aliens.

Candyman: fun. well, if they like us, we like them.

YUMA: wait Trey! you don't even know where it is!

Shark: well, what would you expect

Shark: he almost made an apocalypse because he was losing

beketbal: what the hell

Killjoy: Kel, language.

beketbal: OH COME ON!!!

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Trey's phone was blowing up, with that whole business of jumping out the window, and all, but well, the chronomalies called him! Plus, his general love of history... Reminds him of the old days, back when his dad wasn't shorter than him, or his brother being borderline psychopathic in duels, or that whole "Barian" crisis wasn't happening. But, well, that's all also in the past, and they're starting to manufacture some of the Number cards now, because of Yuma's, Shark's, Kaito's, and even his father's popularity. It was, admittedly, strange seeing these cards being used in regular duels, but the trading card business marches on! Now, where was that museum...

"'Kay, so I take a left on 7th, then go down three blocks, then I'll see those strange artifacts... sick." A girl with red glasses said, while looking at her phone. She's headed to the museum as well! Maybe he could follow her there?

As he followed her, he noticed a local pizza place, Gino's. Hey, maybe he could take Yuma there! It's a local place, he'd like it, and then they could... talk. You know, about... certain feelings, that may or may not be romantic in nature... Well, no time to think of that now, just head on over to the exhibition and take a look. Perhaps there are chronomalies his father hasn't found!

As they reached the space that was being rented for the display, the red-glasses girl finally noticed him. "EH? The hell you doing here? Didja follow me?" the seemingly abrasive girl said. "O-oh, uh, well, yeah, but it was just to get here, and well, I mean, I've had a real passion for these alien artifacts, and-" She cut him off, "Okay, okay, I get it, nerd. Listen, don't tell anyone else, but... I'm interested in these things too. It was probably my best kept secret, at least before you, femboy." ...Femboy? I mean, he did wear admittedly more feminine clothes, and had sort of a baby face, so he could understand, but he'd never heard it so bluntly, not even from Thomas. "Excuse me, but are you two going to pay admission?" the cashier said. "Oh! Um, I, uh..." "I'll pay. Just so you promise not to tell anyone about this." "Well, thank you."

As he walked through, he began to realize something. "...These aren't really chronomalies?" "Eh, what do you mean?" the red-glasses girl asked. "Well, see, chronomalies are sort of these strange historical items that are too advanced for their time, or simply plain alien, like the Gordian Knot, the Tula Atlantean Warriors, or the Nebra Sky Disk. As my father discovered, they sort of link universes together, or show a time when these dimensions affected each other. It's how he proved the connection between our world, Astral World, and Barian World, which in of itself is a long discussion with a lot of moving parts, and... personal experiences." He just realized how much he said. Great, now she probably thinks he's insane, but, well, all he said was the truth, so why worry?

"...Damn, now I wanna find out about that stuff. Tell me about it sometime. Anyway, what's your name?" Oh, good, she doesn't hate him. "I'm III. Yours?" "Name's Kim. Hold on... you're in the group chat, aren't you? Well, if you wanna know, my nickname on there is Lesbian. You'll see me. And I'll set your nickname, you'll see." As she walked off, III thought to himself, She's like Ryo, isn't she? Well, not entirely, but she's definitely headstrong. 

Wait, isn't Shark in this world, too?

"Reginald Kastle! I would like to object to a play in our last duel!"

"Grr, what is it?"

"Umi only decreases the ATK of Pyro and Machine-type monsters! Therefore, Thunder Kid wouldn't have lost its ATK!"

"You do know Number 32's effect? Either way, I would have won."

"...Well maybe I would have! No one knows!"

"Listen, Maverick, your deck's just not good. It's a bunch of weak monsters with no synergy."

"I-I- They were all I had! And it's THE Maverick!"

"Listen, ask your siblings for help. They're good duelists, they'll know how to build a deck."

"...Fine, The Maverick will condescend to ask his baker siblings how to properly duel. But my pride shall not be damaged! More than it already has..."

"Good luck. Maybe if you're lucky, they'll find a good counter for my deck."

Unlikely, he thought, especially with Number C101 on my side.

I've accepted my past, and I'll use it to become a greater duelist. As Nash or Shark, no matter what, I'll succeed.

Wonder what Yuma's doing?

"Awww, come on, Kel! At least let me win one race!" Yuma whined.

"Sorry, Yuma, but I gotta keep my rep up as the local Mario Kart champ! Well, before Sunny, that kid's a monster at this..." He looked away at that last comment.

"Well, I'll keep trying! And if I believe, I can high-five the sky!"

"Is that, like, your catchphrase?" Kel asked, curious.

"Yep, pretty much! Well, other than 'I'm feeling the flow'." Yuma confirmed.

"Cool! Well, one more cup?"

"You're on!"

Sunny and Basil were laying in bed next to each other. Today, they decided to stay inside. Basil had nearly gotten heatstroke, so Sunny was taking care of him for a while. Polly had gotten them Gino's for lunch. Nice. He could go with some. Then, a memory came back.

    "Sunny, honey... I have to tell you something." His mother had said.

    Sunny had simply tilted his head, to show interest. He hadn't started talking yet, at that point.

    "You're... not entirely a boy."

    Sunny raised an eyebrow. What does that mean?

    "Well, you know how boys and girls have different bodies? Well, you're kind of... a mix of both, in a sense. It's like... how do I put this without being too blunt..."

    "You have a dick, but you also have tits." Aubrey interjected.

    "A-Aubrey! Language!" his mother yelled. Sunny couldn't help but giggle.

   "Well, that's basically it. You're intersex, Sunny, and that's chill. Now go get some food, you need it." Aubrey concluded.

That memory never ceased to entertain him. It also made him resent Omori more. It was him as just a plain, boring, sadistic boy, without any of what made Sunny really special, other than his silence and imagination. That silly moment of self-identification was a key moment in conquering his guilt. He had to thank his mom, and Aubrey, for helping him with that.

He brought some slices over to Basil. They both ate slowly, Basil, because of his lack of energy, and Sunny, so he could spend longer with Basil. He hadn't really had the courage to tell Basil how he felt while he was fully conscious, so...

"Basil, there's something I need to tell you..."