Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

'WTF' that was the first thought that crossed my mind as the stinging pain of a slap on my cheek felt all too real. I mean I distinctly remember sleeping in my own home after getting back from office. Now a middle age man is standing in front of me in unfamiliar surroundings looking angry as hell. My second thought was that I am dreaming because I don't remember ever knowing the person in front of me or how I reached this place.

'If it's a dream then it is the most realistic dream I ever had.' As I was trying to figure out the situation another slap on the face awoke me from my thoughts.

"You fucking bastard are you still trying to play innocent here. Do you have any idea how much trouble you got yourself into?" The middle age man shouted right in my face and his face looked like he wanted to eat me alive. I couldn't figure out why I got slapped twice. It was a baffling situation for me so I did what any sensible man would do.

"I am sorry I know I was wrong I will not do it again please forgive me." I shouted while giving a 90 degree bow. What? You thought I was going to fight back? I am not stupid you know the man was already angry and I am not a masochist that enjoys pain. If an apology was enough for me to not get slapped in the face again then it's a small price to pay.

The middle age man looked stupefied at my response and looked at me like he just saw an alien speaking in British accent. I could see the struggle on his face to form a coherent sentence in response. Maybe he also thought that I would fight back or argue but I was busy making some sense of the situation.

"J…Just don't show your face in front of me for a while and let me deal with your mess. Don't think for a second that this is all over we are going to have a serious talk soon." He said to me and went towards the door. As the door closed I was finally able to relax. Now the question was that what the hell was going on? Was I kidnapped? Drugged? Or am I in a reality show or something?

'Calm down… calm down…. Calm down. Maybe it's a misunderstanding or maybe I am dreaming.' I thought as I tried to calm down my racing heart. Normally I am a very calm and collected person but the situation I am in right now is very bizarre and maybe only Bear Grylls can face this type of situation calmly. I was pacing in the room trying to find some semblance of normality in this abnormal situation.

As I was going through this internal struggle, I passed by the mirror in the room which caused my whole body to freeze. I was so shocked that I didn't even see the wall in front of me and crashed full speed into the wall.

Now I don't know how much time it took me to wake up from the blackout caused by the crash nor do I care because I have bigger problems to deal with. I hoped that what I saw in the mirror was just my hallucination because the face I saw in the mirror didn't belong to me. So here I am sitting on the floor with severe headache and a bleeding nose looking at the unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror staring right back at me. The bleeding nose and dumbfounded expression in the mirror was all the proof I needed to know that what I see is really my own reflection.

I stood up and walked towards the mirror to take a closer look. The man in the mirror looked handsome, in his early 20s. He stood at 5'10" with black hair and black eyes with a sharp jawline. He had a bit of a rebel style that carried certain edginess, giving off a rebellious and non-conformist vibe.

My mind was in a mess due to this revelation as I walked towards the bed and sat down trying to collect my thoughts and make sense of everything. I have worked three theories that can explain my current situation despite my brain being in an overloaded state. First is that I am hallucinating due to a mental breakdown or some weird shit I smoked. Second theory is that I have undergone a plastic surgery. You may ask the reason but I don't know what goes through someone's brain maybe they needed my identity or something. The middle age man earlier looked pissed so it may be farfetched but still possible.

The third theory which I dread the most is that I have somehow transmigrated. Now many people may want to transmigrate but I am not one of those people. I am perfectly happy with what I got and I don't have any protagonist syndrome. However I have a feeling that this might be the most improbable yet possible scenario.

'Fuck the theories I don't even have the luxury to confirm them right now. What I need to do is collect as much information about my surroundings as possible.' With my plan set, I put aside my ridiculous thoughts and searched the room for anything that may prove useful. The room I was in looked a little luxurious but not over the top, it had a vintage style.

The walls had old movie posters and traditional art pieces hanging on them. There was a fancy bed with mahogany details, covered in soft silk sheets and a canopy that made it look very regal. On one side of the room, there was a big, old-style TV and a carefully arranged group of VHS tapes. The room had a cozy light from stylish brass lamps near the bed and a hanging crystal light on the ceiling. There was also a big wardrobe with nice suits and expensive brands, giving the room an elegant feel that mixes richness with a classic style.

I searched all of it but couldn't find a laptop or a cell phone in the room however I did find a newspaper dropped on the floor near the bed. My mind short-circuited as I saw the date printed on it was 16 June 1992. I thought it was an old cutting at first but the picture of the middle aged man who chewed me earlier on the front page suggested otherwise.

'Today is maybe the unluckiest day of my life.' This was the only thought in my mind because the facts in front of me proved my sinking feeling of transmigration. Statistically speaking I am a very unlucky individual normally but this tops all of them. When the universe itself is hell-bent on fucking you sideways you can imagine the compelling power of my luck. Pushing the depressing thoughts about my life aside I once again focused on the newspaper.

{Scion of Trident Group, Alexander stone, Involved in Shocking Bar Incident: Alleged Drug-Fueled Assault on 24-Year-Old Waitress Sparks Outrage.}

The headline of the newspaper hit me like a truck without brakes and as I kept on reading the newspaper my face changed shades like a rainbow. The information contained in the newspaper was enough for me to understand some of my situation. However understanding of the situation didn't mean that I have a solution for my circumstances.

"You got to be kidding me." I blurted out. I hoped it might be a prank but my changed face and voice plus the pictures of me and the middle aged man were whispering to me that I am fucked and all of this is real.

The information I got from the newspaper cleared some of my doubts. First the original owner of this body is called Alexander Michael Stone and the middle aged man earlier is Cyrus James Stone, father of Alexander and CEO of Trident Group. Alexander is the third son of Cyrus and he was the star of the news reported in the headlines. Apparently this guy Alexander is the black sheep among the sons of Cyrus Stone and this is not the first time he shamed his family. To be honest I can kind of understand the outburst of Cyrus earlier.

While understanding of the situation is a good thing it brings many more problems like how I am going to deal with this guy's family and friends. I have no idea of his behavior or his likes and dislikes. Usually in this kind of situation I should get the memories of the guy. Cyrus may have overlooked my unusual behavior earlier due to anger but his reaction to my apology speaks volumes about how fucked I will be if I meet him again. I don't know what my fate will be if I was found out, Mental hospital or maybe a research lab? I don't know and I don't want to find out.

'Fuck!!! What the hell is wrong with this World? Have I taken over the body of a living person or was this guy already dead when I took over? I am having an existential crisis right now.'

 "Haaa haaa…"

"Haaa Phew…." I was almost having a panic attack.

'I have to calm down or situation is going to get worse than it already is.' I tried to calm my tense nerves while thinking of potential problems and their solutions.

[Ding]

[System Downloading Complete]

[Notice: While the System is initializing it may cause some pain and headache please be patient]

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[System Initializing...…..]

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a severe headache assaulted my brain before I could process what is happening to me.

'WTF' this was my last thought before I blacked out. Again!!!