The sound of a yawn came from a man walking down the sidewalk, listening to his friends ramble on about plans they had once collage had ended. He didn't have any plans, he had to work in order to save up money to keep going through school. To be frank, he felt as if his friends were discussing plans in front of him just to mock him for not being able to do anything. "Michael!" He sighed and turned around, glaring at one of his friends. "What?!"Michael demands coldly, scowling at him since he didn't have time for this right now. He perked up, wondering why they were so far away from him and looked panicked. Jason rushed forward, looking desperate to reach him for some reason. "MICHAEL MOVE!!!" His eyes widened, light shining on him as a truck came into view the moment his head turned. Jason grabbed him, a scream erupting from one of the girls as the vehicle hit them.

Michael lay not far from Jason, reaching towards him with a shaky hand. He sighed, feeling his vision fall black as his hand fell limp. A bright light made him groan, hearing a voice suddenly chime in his head. "Congratulations! You've successfully reincarnated and arrived in Another World!" He opened his eyes, finding himself in a dark space-like area, his eyes widening as he looked around. "Jason! Matthew!? Via!?"Michael calls, looking around alarmed. He looked up and around, perking up when the voice returned. "You'll be reincarnated as a 'Walking Mushroom', it looks a little bit normal but you'll get some 'special compensation'! Alright, go start and enjoy your new life!" He looked around startled, wondering what was going on and where were his friends at.

Walking Mushroom?

Reincarnation?

Special Compensation?

What was going on!?

He perked up, noticing a bright light nearby and walked forward it, lifting his hands curiously. "Pick your name." His eyes widening slightly, feeling some bit of dread inside him. He hated his old life, having to work everyday after school which added to the stress of classwork that he had to finish after his shift, struggling to meet the deadlines. The good thing about it were his friends who'd bring him drinks and snacks, even calling in sick for him a few times when he was on the verge of a breakdown. Michael's gaze lowered, feeling guilty to the bitter thoughts he had earlier, knowing his friends had just been excited for his plans. If they were here, they'd have encouraged him not to go back to his old life style and to do something that'd make him happier rather than the stress filled lifestyle. He clasped his hands around the light, smiling sligthtly at the nickname Jason used to call him, filling his head. "Bayun."