What Just Happened To Us?

In the United Kingdom, up north in an average street of Birmingham on a sunny morning, there was a dirty house in amongst the well maintained houses with uniquely kept front gardens with cleanly swept walkways, with trash bags that are piled all over, overflowing out of the house's black bins stationed next to the front door and garage doors. Stinky!
Through the front door, the inside of the semi-detached house was simply designed with two rooms facing the front, a living room on the left, the work office on the right, with a corridor in between, with a staircase leading upstairs that is parallel with a corridor that leads to the kitchen, merged with a washing room. But, it was untidy, smelling of smoke and decaying trash, since the occupants showed no signs of care for responsibility.
The office was simply designed with two computer stations, one facing the window and the other facing the wall of the corridor, with filing cabinets next to the window desk, as the back wall is designed with shelves of anime figurines and merchandise and other storage cabinets for books, papers and other stationary. Snazzy!
The occupants are two men who currently live at this apartment, as one walks out of a local store lighting a cigarette before puffing a sigh. Fwoooo... This man was called Michael, aged 37, a fat bald-headed man with a thick beard and moustache, wearing a tattered jacket and ripped jeans, peering round with an expression of depressive complacency. What a man.
Anyways, he returns with his plastic bag of beers, soda bottles and snacks, closing the door behind him as he gets the attention of the second man who lives with him, Harry. Another fat, curly haired man who also has a thick beard, with uncleaned glasses sitting on his face, wearing an anime t-shirt of a busty character, baggy pants and slightly ripped socks, tapping away on his keyboard, looking at his monitor with indifference as he writes a novel on 'Word'. A real man. Just kidding.
Well, Harry thanks Michael for grabbing his soda from the store, before returning to his writing with music in his ears, as Michael turns on his computer, cracking open his beer with a satisfying crack before drawing a degenerate scene on his art programme.

The morning passes, as lunch time arrives, Harry finishes his writing for the chapter, before closing the app window, seeing his wallpaper of a busty elf called Ariane from 'Skeleton Knight', an anime he enjoys watching, staring right back at him.
He thinks to himself, smirking with blushed enthusiasm, 'Busty elves are so sexy. What I would give to spirt a fat load inside her. Wait… that beginning conversation would be funny. Approaching a medieval elf who speaks in old school elegant mannerisms with a regal and upper-societal dialect,' clearing his throat, “My lady, may I be granted the honour of busting a fat nut in dat elf pussy.” He sniggers, 'Hee-hee-hee, her expression would be priceless.’
Michael then turns off his machine, Harry asking as they begin to head to the kitchen.
"Making a quick cuppa, eh Mikey?"
Michael answers, "Yeah, yeah, one more for the road."
Harry agrees, also turning his computer off before casually sliding his chair under his desk, turning off the room's light, leaving the office door open, as the two leave for that hot drink. Michael puts on the kettle, before sitting down at the kitchen table, rolling a new cigarette as Harry enters in, waiting for the kettle to boil whilst he checks his messages on his phone.

A modern man in his prime.

For reference, the kitchen is small and rectangular, with cabinets for plates, cutlery and food lining the wall to the right of the door, the stove centrally positioned with the oven below, and the fridge placed facing the back of Michael as he tries to light his cig at the dining table centrally sitting in the middle of the kitchen, pausing to pour himself and Harry a cup with the tea bag plonked in with little care. The wall opposite the stove was occupied with the washing machines and dryer, as their clothing piled uncaringly all over the machines' top surfaces.

After sipping their drinks, Harry still standing as Michael sits back down to begin smoking, leaning back in his chair as Harry interrupts the silence with his silly ideas, like he seems to usually do.
"You know, I've been enjoying that show Skeleton Knight," Harry begins.
Michael tilts is head in Harry's direction, "Hmm? And what about it?"
Harry begins to comically hand gesture as he continues, "Well... I have this funny idea that I've been thinking of since this morning."
Michael's face is adorned with curiosity as he replies, "Hooooo? Do tell then..."
Harry continues his theatrics, "So, imagine the two of us being transported-oh," clearing throat, "I mean isekaied to another world."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...?" Michael rising his eyebrow, Harry adding suspense, "We get sent to. Dramatic pause."
Michael respectfully waits for the punchline with a simple "Hmm."
Harry smiles as he light-heartedly finishes his skit, "A sci-fi magical girl world as evil but absolutely adorable anime villainesses."
Michael is stunned in place at first to the idea presented before him, but he breaks free as he laughs it off, "Gyahahahahahahaha! Really?"
Harry ends the skit by stating with a dry tone, "Nope, I'm only kidding."
Michael reacts by frowning disappointingly as he takes a small puff of his cigarette.

Poof.

Harry begins again after a well-timed puff blows through the room. "Well... we actually get sent. Another Dramatic pause."
Michael face palms with disappointment, "Ho boy..." as Harry continues on with his skit that should have ended.
"To a classical musical idol world as anime, retarded punk girls!" Harry proclaims, punching the air with passion.
Silence descends on the room for a few seconds, as Michael contemplates the dumbassery that was just spoken, leaning back as he responds in kind, "Hahahahahaha... now for real?"
Harry double finger points at Michael with a comical facial expression, "Nope, I'm still kiddin'."
An even more disappointed frown sweeps Michael's face, smoking a bigger puff of smoke to indicate his present attitude. But without care, Harry goes on again.
"We, for real, get sent. Another... dramatic pause."
Michael annoyingly replies, "Oh, come the fuck on!"
With a big breath inhale, he builds up his volume as he says, "To a modern, erotic-parody world as...," proclaiming loudly to finalise, "anime HIGHSCHOOL GIRLS!!!"
Michael spits out the smoke he just inhaled, causing a slight coughing moment before assuring his composure, looking at Harry as he then leans back, belting in laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Pauses to look at Harry, gesturing to Michael if he got the so-called joke, before continuing to laugh, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! You serious?"
Harry ends the teasing by finally concluding "I'm totally kiddin'."
Pulling a pissed off expression at Harry, he puffs the biggest smoke, poooooooooooooooofffff, before Harry actually states his idea, "OK! For real now, I was just thinking about the idea of us getting isekaied to a fantasy world, like Skeleton Knight, and erm, what would you like to be?"
Out of his annoyance, Michael answers bluntly, "Well, maybe a class that can counter your obnoxious bullshit would be a start."
Harry cheekily grins with enthusiasm, still showing remorselessness for his annoyingness to Michael as he banters on, "Haha, well. It's not like it's going to happen in reality, since I mean for the typical, Isekai situation, it’s unlikely we’re going to see a truck coming down the street to kill us, waking up to find ourselves in another world. Ya know?"
Michael replies sarcastically, "Oh sure, the MC’s, us two, walk out that door and Truck-Kun is going to show up and whisk us off to a new life; just shut the fuck up with your delusional ideas,” facepalming as he tries to continue drinking his tea.
"Ok-ok, whatever," Harry concludes the conversation, brushing off the insults with a nonchalant shoulder shrug.

Out of the blue, a loud car horn blasts across the street, Michael and Harry hearing the sound so close, wondering what is going on, making their way into the living room to see what was going on. As they notice that a London, black taxi cab is sitting right outside their driveway, the sudden curiosity of what was going on a second ago turned into a trance-like fixation on the cab; 'Cabbie-Chan,' read it's rooftop sign. They're under it's magical spell... well, tranced.
In any case, the cab beeps several times at them, seemingly, as the two now tranced question if they're to see what seemed to be the problem. "Huh? Hey Harry... is that taxi trying to call us over?" Michael asked, without looking away for a second.
"It could be... cawwww look at those curves!" Harry says, blushing with slight arousal.
Michael pauses his staring to look at Harry, questioning what he heard with disgust, "Please don't tell me you are now finding the taxi fuckable?"
Harry looks at Michael with a lost expression, "Huh? I have no idea what ya talkin' about."
Michael looks back towards the taxi as a busty woman jogs past, her bosom bouncing with erotic rhythm to the taxi's engine. "Oh...," still manipulated by Cabbie's control, "never mind then. I think we should ask the driver who they are waiting for."
Also being under Cabbie-Chan's manipulation control, Harry agrees, "Sure, for the average neighbour along this street it would appear suspicious."
Michael reluctantly points out the obvious, "Well, mainly us," but Harry decides to still joke even when under the spell, "Among-us."
Instantly irritated by the meme reference, Michael dead-pan jokes, "Just do all of society a favour and hang yourself!"

They both leave the house, putting away their cups before appearing outside, Michael locking the front door behind them as they make their way up the unkempt stone pathway leading up to the already opened back left passenger seat door, sounding it’s horn again as if it was asking the two, ‘Please, get inside.’
Harry, still under the magic spell, says with relief, “Well, at least…,” looking at Michael, “If we’re getting inside, I spent all last month’s money on big booby body pillows.”
Exhuming a slight tiredness due to Cabbie’s control affecting them stronger with each passing minute, “Why am I not surprised in the slightest.”
Sarcastically, Harry replies, “So... better produce that wallet then, if you don’t mind,” Michael yawning subtly before responding back, "Yeah, yeah, I have it covered, but you’re paying for the next one, if you can withstand the impulse to spend your pay-check instantly on anything stupid."
Without caring about the responsibility, Harry reassures Michael, “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry yourself about that, but to be truthful, it was either between the pillows or thicc cat-girl models for a discount.”
Michael massively facepalms as he replies with utter shame, "you kidding?!"
Whilst trying to defend his actions with a joke, he answers cheekily, “I mean, the choice was pretty hard to decide upon. Especially, something was hard when I eventually chose the pillows.”
Despair hits Michael along with the current disappointment, "Ho boy... this guy’s a horndog.” He thinks to himself to conclude his opinion, ‘Then again, that’s just stating the obvious, he was already one in the first place.'
Changing the subject, Harry says, "Anyways, I hope there’s a service station along the way."
“Oh, why’s that?” Michael asks.
“For a McDonald’s of-course.” Harry answers with interest for some fast food.
Michael suddenly giggles since he too was thinking of some Maccies, "You fat bitch I was thinking the same thing!!! Come on then,” gesturing with his thumb to get into the cab, “Lets go.”

The taxi cab then drives down the street, crossing past many main streets before entering the motorway out of the city, heading south. As the two, still under the spell of Cabbie, sit awake on this journey, they suddenly begin feeling sleepy as the cab speeds up to 70, as white light blinds their eyes gradually before fading to black.

What happened to the men? Well, check next chapter. Obviously. It's how novels work... erm, anyways. End of chapter. Hehe.