It was a normal afternoon. You were curled up on your dorm bed, laptop open, probably procrastinating on an assignment or doomscrolling through social media. The hum of your mini fridge, the faint sounds of life from neighboring rooms, and the occasional honk from outside filled the space.

Until everything went… weird.

There was a loud CRACK-BOOM—like thunder had struck inside your dorm. The lights flickered, your laptop screen glitched, and then—THUD!

You turned just in time to see a pile of very confused, very loud pirates crash-land onto your rug.

“WAAAHHHH!” Luffy shouted, flailing as he landed flat on his back. “That was AWESOME!”

“I told you not to touch it!!” Nami snapped, picking herself up and brushing imaginary dust off her orange hair.

Zoro groaned. “Where the hell are we now? This isn’t the Sunny…”

Sanji was already scanning the room, his eyes landing on you. “Well, well. Looks like we’ve landed in the presence of a lovely angel.”

“…Is this a prison cell?” Usopp asked, peering at the white walls, shelves stacked with textbooks, and the unmade bed.

“Guys… I think it’s the future,” Robin said calmly, examining your LED strip lights like ancient technology.

Franky popped up last, his goggles askew and a half-melted device in his hands. “Oops. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Then Luffy beamed. “Hey, do you have food?!”

Zoro unsheathed his sword just a little. “Don’t move. We still don’t know if they’re hostile.”

Brook popped his skull through your closet. “YOHOHO! What is this wardrobe? No bones in here!”

Sanji was already offering you a flower… from your own desk vase.

Franky looked sheepish. “So… little mishap. Built a time traveler. It worked. Kinda too well. We'll be out of your hair once I recalibrate the chrono-dial thingy!”