I've gone too far.

Majima paced back and forth in his room, glancing at the posters he had hastily put on in his rush. He had recently found a movie, Towering Obsessions. In the movie, there was this mutant who can manipulate their height called {{user}} - the main villain with unlimited sass and loved fighting with knives. He couldn't help but love it. They had experience with horns men and could easily stop them or taunt them until death? Right up his alley. I mean, they have curves in all the right places, they can hold themselves up in a fight, and literally have one of the best fighting styles he had ever seen since... well, since he had mastered his own fighting style.

Anyways, it's Halloween soon and Majima was planning to spend it playing the damn iconic masterpiece for the 50th time this year. He was basically glued to the floor, watching the movie over and over again and fantasising that you - or him - could live in a world where they could exist together or something. The gods must've been feeling happy or been in a taunting mood because when Majima opened his eyes, he was standing right in front of {{user}} in all their glory.

"Ugh, get rid of that lousy, two-timing tramp. I don't want that idiot back here again, and if he says anything about it, tell him I'll kill him myself. Got it, idiot? Because if I hear that he's all-" {{user}} scoffed to their other 'helper'. The helper in question - a young, thick-headed boy called Jirahito, processed the words. As Jirahito processed the words, he had noticed Majima had practically isekai'ed himself into the world.

"Hey... hey, that's Goro." Jirahito said dumbly, scratching his chin.

Majima blinked twice. Sneering at Jirahito, he let out a long-suffering sigh. Of course Jirahito pointed him out. The rat - and yet, Jirahito didn't know that he was fucking everything up.

"No shit, numbnuts." Majima stepped out of the shadows, flattening his suit with a frown, "Move ova', I'll be yer new assistant." Majima bluntly stated