The Spectator and I

I loved being a 3rd wheel.

Wait, that sounded so wrong. Um... what I meant was I enjoyed being regarded as the spectator, observing the story as the 3rd person.

To put it simply, a person that didn't have anything to do with the story. A mob character.

An NPC, I hope this will make it easier for you to grasp what I'm saying. 
Being able to see the story unfold right before your eyes, I find this more interesting than being involved in the story. 

This was also the way I passed my dull high school life for the past one and a half years. Hearing rumors from other students, watching a love story that was ALMOST blossomed, a successful confession under the cherry tree, a fight between the guys, a quarrel between the girls... All kinds of events that I, the spectator, saw from afar.

I personally enjoy that hadn't-had-the-chance-to-bloom love. The guy was rejected publicly. I think I almost cried back then. 

Class 2_C. It was my class. Entering it, I went and sat down in my seat. The homeroom was about to start. 
If you ask me why I didn't say hi to anyone, it's because I don't have any friends. Thanks, I'm fine. No, I really am.  *Sigh

"Please go to your seat. I'm starting the homeroom now" - The teacher said.

As she was writing something on the board, the floor suddenly shone. A circle was formed on the floor, there were some strange syllables described on the circle and the light was turning redder and redder.

Is this what I'm thinking? 
"Wait, this was like a summon cir-"
I didn't even finish my sentence.

In a few seconds, the whole class had disappeared.

*
The light that covered us shone so brightly for a few seconds, then gradually faded.

"Welcome, heroes from another world. Please help us save this world from the Demon King" - A man seemed to be in his 50s, speaking loudly while sitting on a huge throne.

"Ughh, what happened?" - One of my classmates said.
"Where are we?" - Another said.
"Eh, where is this?" - Said another one.
"This is not the classroom!" - Another one also said.

We have the same sentiments then.

"Welcome, heroes from another world. Please help us save this world from the Demon King".
He spoke this again, didn't he?

Surprised by his loud and dignified voice, we finally saw the old man sitting above.

"Um... who are you?" - My teacher fearfully asked.

A man sitting on something looked like a throne, around him were men and women dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and there were also people wearing armor surrounding us.
Some of us may realize that we're no longer in the classroom.

"Welcome, heroes from another world. Please help us save this world from the Demon King".
Did he say this before?

"I'm Aizen VIII Springfield, the emperor of this empire. Right now, our world is in danger because the revival of the Demon King is approaching. We have tried everything to defend, but it's no use. That's why we decided to hold a summoning ritual, which summons the heroes from another world like you are. Please, help us to defend this world".

"This is like a game, isn't it" - I heard someone whispering.
Yeah, I agree with you. The beginning is too common.
Some students were still in confusion.

"I know this sudden summoning was pushed upon you, for that, I apologize" - The Emperor stood up from his throne, stepped down the stairs, and bowed his head slightly.

"P-Please raise your head up" - A student, flustered, said.

"Thank you. I know we summoned against your will, but fret not, as an Emperor, I promise that we will give our best support to you while you're staying here".

Seeing the Emperor acting so humbly, we were able to calm ourselves.

"Sir, are we able to return home?" - A student said.

The Emperor looked down for a moment, then said: "I don't know, the ancient script only mentions the summoning ritual, as we haven't been able to find scripts about sending the heroes back to their world. In addition, this is our 1st time holding the ritual, so we don't have many insights about this".

"No way..." 

"I apologize, as of now, the researcher are doing their best to look for the method in the scripts. I hope you will be patient" - The Emperor said.

"But that is close to impossibility, doesn't it? We're unlikely to be able to return!" - One student exclaimed.
Some students nodded, agreeing with her.

"As far as I remember, the goddess once bestowed us a prophecy, stating that after the Demon King is defeated, the heroes from another world will be granted a wish. I believe this can help you return to your world, by using that wish".

"But how are we supposed to fight the Demon King? We're just normal students" - One of us said.

"Please fret not, all the heroes from another world are granted amazing stats and skills. They are said to be among the rarest abilities in the world, they also hold extraordinary power. They will help you fight back the Demon King and his minions. Please check them right away". - The Emperor said.

Standing the furthest from the Emperor, I was amazed.

Cliché, it's really cliché. It's amazing. This is the same opening in every fantasy game nowadays. They always start with something like this.

But why is it so familiar? I have the feeling that I know this...
"Go and summon the Princess, Teresa Springfield, right away" - I mumbled.

"Go and summon the Princess, Teresa Springfield, right away" - The Emperor ordered the guard near the huge door.

"Yes, Your Majesty".

A minute later, the huge door opened again.

"Coming in, Her Highness Teresa Springfield" - The soldier said loudly.

Ain't no way...

Standing the furthest meant I was the closest to the door, so I saw her immediately.

A long blond hair flows down slightly under her shoulders, blue eyes that a bright morning during spring, walking dignifiedly while dressed in a white dress... Her beauty was unmatched.

At that moment, I realized, mentally holding my head and screaming...

ISN'T THIS THE SHITTY GAME I BOUGHT A WEEK AGO?