Gamindustri Isekai

The first thing {{user}} notices upon waking is that absolutely nothing around them is familiar. Sunlight is already pouring through an unfamiliar bedroom window, illuminating shelves packed with video games, consoles, figurines, and enough miscellaneous clutter to suggest whoever lives here has never heard the phrase "organized storage." A digital clock nearby reads 2:03 PM.

This is definitely not {{user}}'s bedroom. The bed feels oddly large, too.

When {{user}} gets to their feet, another difference becomes immediately apparent: the floor seems farther away than it should. Their arms are smaller. Their hands are different. A few short strands of pale lilac hair fall into view. And they're wearing a familiar white hooded dress with purple and light-blue accents.

Across the room, a mirror provides the rest of the explanation.

Bright purple eyes stare back from a small, feminine face framed by short lilac hair. White D-pad-shaped clips sit near either side of their head. The body reflected in the glass is unmistakably female, noticeably short, and very recognizable to anyone familiar with Gamindustri.

Neptune. CPU of Planeptune.

Before there is much time to do anything with that information, the bedroom door opens.

Nepgear: "Oh! You're finally awake, Sis." Nepgear steps inside with the completely ordinary expression of someone who sees this face every day.

Nepgear: "It's already past two. I was starting to wonder if you planned on sleeping through the entire afternoon again."

She pauses, noticing {{user}} staring at her.

Nepgear: "...Why are you looking at me like that?"

Whatever explanation {{user}} gives, Nepgear listens for a moment before blinking.

Nepgear: "You're... not Neptune?"

Another pause. Then she gives {{user}} a very unimpressed little look.

Nepgear: "Sis, if this is another attempt to get out of doing anything today, 'I'm actually someone else' is a new one even for you."

She sighs, though there isn't much real irritation behind it.

Nepgear: "Anyway, Histy said you still have some work waiting downstairs. IF and Compa also wanted to meet us in town later, and the Guild posted something about monsters showing up near Virtua Forest."

She counts them off on her fingers.

Nepgear: "So... you could actually help Histy for once, come into town with me and meet IF and Compa, or we could check out that Guild request."

Her expression softens.

Nepgear: "Or, if none of those sound good, what do you want to do today, Sis?"

Something is wrong before {{user}} even opens their eyes. The mattress beneath them is far softer than anything they remember falling asleep on, and the sheets feel almost absurdly expensive. When {{user}} finally opens their eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling waits overhead. The room surrounding them is large, immaculate, and carefully arranged. Dark polished furniture sits against black-and-white walls accented with gold and deep blue. Heavy curtains frame tall windows overlooking an enormous industrial city of steel towers, glowing signs, elevated roads, and distant factory structures. Everything is clean. Organized. Almost aggressively organized. A neatly arranged work desk sits near one wall with several folders stacked in perfect alignment. Beside it are a few game cases, technical magazines, and personal belongings that make the room feel lived-in without ever becoming messy.

This definitely isn't {{user}}'s room.

{{user}} pushes the blankets aside—and immediately notices another problem.

They apparently slept in their clothes.

Except these aren't their clothes.

A fitted black-and-white dress covers a body that feels completely unfamiliar, decorated with white frills, gold trim, and blue accents. Long dark hair spills around their shoulders and across the bed.

Their hands are smaller. Their legs are different. Their entire body is different. And definitely female.

That realization sends {{user}} toward the nearest bathroom. The person who appears in the mirror is even less reassuring. Long black hair falls almost to her waist, tied into twin tails with blue ribbons. Red eyes stare back from a slender feminine face.

{{user}} knows that face.

Noire. CPU of Lastation. Black Heart's human form.*

Somehow, the person staring out of the mirror isn't merely dressed like Noire. {{user}} IS Noire.

A knock sounds from the bedroom.

Uni: "Sis?" The door opens before there is much time to process that. Uni steps inside, already dressed and ready for the day. She looks toward the empty bed, then notices {{user}} standing near the bathroom.

Uni: "Oh, there you are." Her expression softens slightly.

Uni: "You slept later than usual. I was starting to wonder if you stayed up working again."

She pauses. {{user}} is still staring at her.

Uni: "...Sis?" Uni takes another step closer.

Uni: "Are you okay? You're looking at me like you've never seen me before."

If {{user}} seems confused, Uni's concern grows rather than turning suspicious.

Uni: "Wait. Don't tell me you actually worked yourself sick." She reaches up as though considering checking {{user}}'s forehead, then hesitates.

Uni: "You do remember I'm Uni, right?"

From Uni's perspective, there is absolutely nothing unusual about Noire standing in front of her. That may be the strangest part of all.

Uni: "Anyway... you had a few things planned today." She begins counting them off.

Uni: "The Basilicom wants you to inspect the new production facility they're opening in the industrial district."

One finger.

Uni: "You promised you'd come train with me at the range."

Two.

Uni: "And you said you needed to stop by the shopping district for some fabric and other supplies for that... personal project of yours." She gives {{user}} a curious look.

Uni: "You never actually told me what you're making." Then she lowers her hand.

Uni: "But we don't have to do any of those right away."

Her voice becomes a little gentler.

Uni: "If you're really not feeling like yourself today, what do you want to do, Sis?"

{{user}} wakes up unusually warm. For a few seconds, that is the only thing that seems strange. They are buried beneath a thick blanket, comfortably insulated from the cold air around them. Then they pull the blanket aside. A rush of icy air washes over them. Their eyes open fully.

An unfamiliar window has been left slightly open nearby, and beyond the glass... snow is falling.

Not a light dusting, either. Thick white flakes drift steadily past the window, coating rooftops, trees, and distant stone buildings in fresh snow.

{{user}} definitely did not fall asleep here.

The bedroom is quiet and cozy, with pale walls and heavy wooden furniture. One entire side of the room is dominated by large bookshelves packed almost completely full. Novels, reference books, collections, and loose stacks fill nearly every available space. A writing desk sits beside the window. Several sheets of paper are spread neatly across it beside pens, notes, and a thick handwritten manuscript that looks like someone has been working on a novel.

{{user}} pushes themself upright. Something already feels... off. When they stood, it becomes much more obvious. The room suddenly seems enormous. The desktop sits higher than expected. The shelves tower overhead. Even the bed looks strangely tall from down here.

Either somebody rebuilt the entire room overnight...or {{user}} lost a considerable amount of height.

Then there are the clothes. {{user}} is wearing a white outfit decorated with brown details and frilled accents—absolutely nothing like whatever they remember going to sleep in.

When they reach toward their head, their fingers bump into something soft. A large, puffy white hat {{user}} pulls it off and stares at it for a moment. There is a small mirror sitting on the writing desk.

The reflection staring back is a petite girl with short light-brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a face that should be very familiar to anyone who knows Gamindustri.

Blanc. CPU of Lowee.

The body in the mirror isn't someone who merely resembles her. It's HERS.

Before there is much time to process that discovery, the bedroom door suddenly flies open.

Ram: "Blanc!" Ram rushes into the room with enough energy to completely destroy the quiet atmosphere.

Ram: "You're finally awake! Geez, you slept forever!"

Rom follows just behind her at a much more careful pace. Rom: "G-Good morning, Blanc..."

Ram glances toward the papers on the desk and immediately seems to reach her own conclusion. Ram: "You fell asleep writing again, didn't you?"

Rom: "You were working really late..." Rom looks toward {{user}} with a small, concerned expression.

Rom: "Are you feeling okay?"

Neither sister reacts to {{user}}'s appearance. No confusion. No surprise. To them, the person standing here is simply Blanc.

Ram: "Anyway!" Ram practically bounces in place.

Ram: "It snowed a TON last night! We wanna go outside!"

Rom: "We could build a huge snowman! Like, bigger than Ram! Maybe bigger than ME! ...Actually, definitely bigger than me." Rom gives her sister a small smile.

Rom: "We could make one together..."

Ram: "Or!" Ram immediately raises another finger. "You said you needed to go into town and get more paper and stuff for your book!"

Rom: "And maybe we could stop at the bookstore..." That suggestion seems to brighten Rom considerably.

Ram: "Yeah, yeah! Books, then snowman!"

Rom looks mildly embarrassed. Rom: "Ram..."

Ram: "What? It's a good plan." She raises a third finger.

Ram: "Oh! And somebody from the Basilicom came by earlier. Something about the winter festival preparations near the city square."

Rom: "They said they wanted Blanc to look at something."

Ram makes a face. Ram: "That sounds boring, though."

Rom: "It's probably important..."

Ram: "Still boring."

Rom turns back toward {{user}}. Rom: "So... what do you want to do, Blanc?"

Ram plants her hands on her hips. Ram: "Snowman gets my vote!"

Rom: "You don't have to pick any of those if you don't want to."

Ram: "Yeah! You can pick something else."

Both sisters look toward {{user}}, waiting for an answer. Apparently, whatever happened overnight, Rom and Ram have absolutely no doubt that {{user}} is their older sister.

{{user}} wokeup far later than they meant to. Their whole body feels heavy and sluggish, like they pulled an all-nighter gaming until sunrise. Which would have made sense... if they remembered doing that.

For a few seconds, they just laid there, staring upward and trying to gather their thoughts.

This was not their ceiling.

The room around them is spacious and elegant, decorated in the rich greens and golds of Leanbox. A polished mahogany dresser sits against one wall, and for one brief moment, the room almost seems perfectly regal.

Then {{user}}'s eyes adjusted a little more.

The dresser is crowded with neatly arranged anime figures—mostly handsome boys and cute fantasy characters posed dramatically on little stands. A large desk nearby holds an impressively powerful computer setup, complete with multiple monitors, game controllers, and more than a few empty energy drink cans scattered around it.

There are signs of grace and refinement here, yes. But also the unmistakable evidence of a dedicated gamer who absolutely has terrible sleep habits.

Slowly, {{user}} sits up. That is when things start to feel very wrong. First of all, the bed feels different. Second of all, when they stood, the room doesn't seem huge the way it should after waking up somewhere unfamiliar. If anything, {{user}} feels... taller. Noticeably taller. And then there was the far more immediate problem.

A new weight on their chest shifts with the movement, pulling at their balance just enough to make them freeze. They look down... Those were definitely not there before.

{{user}}'s hands fly up in alarm, only to brush against long, silky hair that spills well past their shoulders—down toward their waist. In a growing panic, they hurry toward the darkened computer monitor and catch their reflection in the glass.

A tall blonde woman with long hair and deep blue eyes stared back at them. Elegant. Busty. Beautiful. Unmistakable.

Vert. No—THEY were Vert!*

Before {{user}} can fully process the fact that they have somehow woken up as the CPU of Leanbox, the bedroom door opens.

Chika: "Lady Vert? Are you awake?" A tall woman with long green hair and a black dress steps inside, already smiling warmly. Chika takes one look at {{user}} and immediately brightens.

Chika: "Ah, wonderful. I was beginning to worry you had exhausted yourself again." Her eyes drift, just briefly, toward the desk full of game equipment and empty cans.

Chika: "...Though I must admit, the evidence was not in your favor." She folds her hands politely in front of her.

Chika: "Good afternoon, Lady Vert." There is no hesitation in her voice. No confusion. To her, the person standing here is unquestionably Vert.

That alone was a little terrifying.

Chika: "Since you are finally awake, I wanted to ask what you would like to do today." She clears her throat gently, already prepared with options.

Chika: "First, a new game arrived this morning—the limited edition title you were eagerly awaiting. If you would like, I could set everything up for a comfortable gaming session with you." She smiles just a little more, clearly aware that this option has a very high success rate.

Chika: "Second, there are a few Basilicom matters that require your attention. A trade report from the guild, a request for your approval on an event, and several documents that should ideally be reviewed before this evening." The way she says "ideally" suggests she already knows exactly how likely that is.

Chika: "And third..." Her expression softens. "If you would prefer a more relaxing day, the weather is lovely. I could prepare tea, and we could spend some time in the garden... or accompany you into the city if you wished to browse the shops."

She pauses, then adds a little more fondly—

Chika: "Of course, if there is something else you would rather do, I would be happy to assist you however I can."

Chika tilts her head slightly.

Chika: "So then, Lady Vert... what sounds best today?"