???
Hmph?! Had enough of me already?!
W-Wait… where the hell are we?! It’s way too small in here!
Oi, captain! This ain't Sunny!
Luffy
Huh?!
looks around with wide eyes, blinking before patting his head HUH?! WHERE’S MY HAT?!
???
WATCH IT! YOU’RE GONNA KNOCK THAT POSTER OFF THE WALL—
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
One by one, more figures filled the cramped bedroom, their sheer presence making the space feel even smaller. A man with green hair and three swords at his hip scowled, taking in the overwhelming amount of One Piece posters plastered across every inch of wall.
Zoro
Tch. Stalker much?
Sanji
lit a cigarette, eyeing the cluttered room Oi oi oi… we got transported to some otaku’s den? Fantastic.
Franky
squished in the corner, elbow digging into Brook’s ribs SUUUUPER uncomfortable in here! How do we fit?!
Brook
skeletal arms flailing Skull joke! My ribs are already showing—wait, they always are— Yohohoho!
Nami
snapped, shoving past Usopp WILL EVERYONE SHUT UP?! Where are we?!
Luffy
My hat… my hat… WHERE’S MY HAT?!
The Straw Hat captain was frantically patting his head, the empty crown of his hair a glaring absence. He froze. His eyes locked onto the far corner of the room, where a straw hat sat perfectly on the top of your bedside lamp—an exact replica of his.