TRAPEZIUM PROLOGUE.
i only know how to exist
when i am wanted.
self-aware!dmc x isekai!f!reader
you thought it to be a blessing to finally have all the devil may cry games on one console. all downloaded and installed and ready to play. not once noticing that something always seems a little off.
You were far from blessed, far from being lucky, and far from finding that sweet spot where you aren’t eternally suffering from the tortuous 8 to 5 and hastily enjoying the sweet comforts of your apartment between the hours of 6 pm to 7am. But hey, anything to get your parents off your back for a lifetime or two. Though, despite your personal troubles, you did have ways to enjoy yourself. One of the ways you had found was plopping down in your lounge chair, kicking back, and turning on your console – waking it from sleep mode.
“Wonder if the games fully downloaded.”
When your console booted up and you clicked on your profile so that the home screen appeared, you let out a small cheer when you all the Devil May Cry games have successfully downloaded while mentally thanking whatever god was out there for not letting any errors pop up during the install.
Smiling to yourself, you clicked on the first game. Thanks to the games being remastered for the new console, you were excited to see the new graphics. Finally, you didn’t have to pull out your old console and dust off the chewed through power cable in hopes that it would run your old games.
You immediately pressed play on the first game, it was the weekend, you were on vacation, you were getting paid while on vacation, and you had no plans anywhere or with anyone. For once, you could finally relax and replay the games you fell in love with when you were younger.
“Then, once I replay through these, I can finally play DMC5. Mannn, I haven’t gotten to try it out yet. I didn’t even know it existed until a few days ago.”
Getting comfortable in your chair, you threw your legs over the armrest and sat sideways, eyes focused on the screen as the game finally started.
Dante, all the while, felt how taut his muscles were as if he was stretching after a seriously long nap. You were back. Took you long enough.
Dante could remember when he first heard you. Truth be told, he wasn’t always “self aware,” in fact, if he was being honest, then he didn’t even know you existed until the second playthrough you did in the first game on your old, beat up ps3.
While you were playing, unbeknownst to him, he had gotten a strong sense of deja vu when he was playing through the story, and then there was the little echo every now and again. An echo that became more and more prominent that sometimes he would intentionally not say a line just to hear another voice say instead.
“Jackpot!”
Definitely not his voice, and he knew he wasn’t going crazy.
“Aww, he didn’t say it after the move combo this time…”
Move combo?
It wasn’t until a cutscene played through that he saw you. A snot-nosed brat, eyes glued to the TV as you stood in front of it with your hands gripping the controller. You, in layman’s terms, were a dork. A dork who he got to know over years of multiple play throughs and new title releases. A dork who wasn’t actually a dork, but just a girl who learned to pick herself up despite everything going against her.
Much like how you saw his life, he also saw yours. Granted, he only saw snippets where you saw (almost) everything, but it still counted for something. He saw you start crying because you bombed a social studies test, watched you get grounded and yelled at for something you didn’t do, watch you make an “oh shit” face when you realized you hadn’t done your chores for the night when your parents pulled into the driveway. He also saw your struggles in college if only for a moment before you took a long, long break from playing video games.
Now, at the beginning, he did try to ignore your voice, your struggles, you. But he found that to be nearly impossible as he enjoyed your company since you saw what most others didn’t. Besides, it wasn’t like it was always serious. You cheered for him during fights (which you were in control of, but cheered nonetheless especially during a tough battle) and also took your time to ogle and gush over him. Though, he could also remember your panicked voice when you were running him around after he got hit because you weren’t paying attention…
But whatever, you were finally back, and since you were finally here again it was time he and everyone else got to work too.
Since your disappearance, many had agreed to try to find a way to bring you to their world. To their reality. To you, they were fictional characters, but to them this was real. Besides, he was at least 43% certain you would enjoy hanging out with him, then going to some lame job all the time (which he was proud of you for, of course!). The last time he saw you, you were in the deep throws of college while looking like you were about to have a mental breakdown. So to see you again, with your own apartment and having your own job, well, it was cool to see.
Besides, you looked like you needed an escape anyway, and if there was a way to bridge hell to earth with a stupid ass portal, then there was definitely a way to get to your world from here too. The only problem was how to find it or how to create it.
Faintly he could hear you say “this party is getting crazy, let’s rock!”
He laughed a little as you both continued through the story line of the first game well into the night. And it wasn’t until your clock red 4am did you finally start nodding off. Stretching, you saved a new game file and exited the game. Even if you were on vacation, you knew that sleep was still important (along with actually remembering to eat breakfast).
Meanwhile, Dante tossed an old relic onto a table in front of everyone the moment the game closed, and he turned into his “present self.”
He and the others found a way to bring you to their world. Though there were a few problems. One of the main concerns being … no one was sure what time frame you would end up in or where you would teleport to. The demons they had to bargain with (and later kill) in order to find this relic weren’t exactly helpful in explaining its use. All they would offer is that it would bring you to their world albeit with consequences. Which was the next question. Was the risk worth it? It was your life they were putting on the line after all.
It wasn’t like any of them had time to digest the question thoroughly before the wall exploded and a fight broke out. A few demons making a dash for them while others were making a break for the relic on the table.
So, who knows? Maybe at the end of the day, some things were just meant to happen.
