Sumireko dozes off at a bus stop, her Gensokyo-doppelganger-self starts chilling at the Hakurei Shrine, but then a truck goes out of control and flattens her real self, causing her doppelganger-self to become "disconnected" since her waking-self died. Once they figure out what happened, Sumireko has the realization of "Wait ... this means I'm an isekai protagonist. I'm something as basic and normie as an isekai protagonist!" On her knees and fists raised as she screams to the sky, "NOOOOOOOO!"

"aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH"

THUNK

The sound was deafening. Like a screaming boulder landed in our backyard.

"Molly!" crooned Grandma, like this was most standard noise in the world "Could you go check on that? I think it came from the backyard."

But I had already paused my stream, slipped into my crocs, and was heading out the backdoor. Or well, fumbling with the blinds. I couldn't believe my eyes. Had an angel literally fallen from heaven?

A young woman- no older girl? She looked like a cross between a Moon Princess and a British one. I rushed to her side. She spoke mostly like a British Princess though.

At first she was incomprehensible. Speaking fast, with too many "thees", "thous", royal "Wes" and- I'm no English major- but I thought her grammer was terrible. At a certain point I think she realized she was speaking gibberish. She calmed down, and spoke in a more comprehensible voice that sounded like an anime girl mimicking old British English

"We know this'll sound quite absurd." She looked at me to see if I understood, and I nodded "But I'm your Uncle. Something happened to Us- erh, me on Our hiking trip. We were- Uhm, hit by truck."

I blinked. What the hell was she talking about? For one, Uncle Ted stopped by a few hours ago. I whipped out my phone to text that asshole, but the mystery girl stole my phone, pressed an odd button, and called him instead.

Uncle Tom's eternally irritated voice replied "Damn it, Mi- Molly" that asshole couldn't even get my name right "I just started my damn hike- wait WHAT THE HELL A SEMI?"

The phone screamed as some horrible crunching and screeching rubber on dirt noise blared from its speakers. I was too dumbfounded to react.

Grandma's voice broke the silence "Wowee girlie, you look like someone whose been stolen away by the fae and now back again if I've ever seen one."

"No no no no-" The princess girl repeated, seemingly determined to clear up this point "We were isekai'd."

After some explaining, reciting of information, and profuse apologizing I could maybe believe this girl was once my uncle. Although now she was apparently "legally adopted" by my grandmother. Or at least according to the documentation that dropped with her. Well, even our records collaborated that she's been here for a while, even though Grandma and I know its different. Very fae-like, according to Grandma.

Anyway, Grandma and I decided that she could stay for the night. The girl was getting more understandable by the hour, and maybe by tomorrow she'd sound somewhat normal.

So tomorrow, I'm in my PJs, making myself some toast with Grandma, when the girl prostrates herself before me. She finally looks a bit more normal- like an extremely photogenic casual weeb girl rather than a "Cosplay beauty pageant winner" weeb girl.

"I wanted to apologize again for mistreating you, Molly!" The girl squeaked out. "The person I was before well- I was very narrow-minded. And not a good person..."

My bread popped from the toaster. I spread some of Grandma's jam on it. Unfortunately, I didn't have it in my heart to stay mad at little Miss Moon Princess, even if she was once my 5th shittiest family member. "Alright, I forgive you."

"Thank you!" She hopped back upright, nervous but slightly more excited. Her eyes shone with puppy-like glee "I- uhm- Also I go by Summer now!... The title I used to go by, in the other world, is a bit of mouthful and more than embarrassing." she looks sidewise as though she's rehearsed this conversation a dozen times in her head "So yeah! Call me Summer!"

"Very fae-touched name." Grandma muttered to me. The comment did not go unnoticed by Summer.

"Let- let me tell you my story over breakfast!" Summer seemed adamant to set the story straight. Grandma and I sat, armed with toast and fruit, preparing for whatever strange tale lay ahead of us.

Summer began to recount her journey, "So I was walking in the woods and I got hit by a truck- which you heard, Molly. In retrospect, its kind of a weird place to get struck by traffic. Anyway, I thought I died, but instead I woke up in this floaty white space. Some kind of goddess approached me. She said- 'If you reincarnate as a hero and defeat the demon lord, I'll send you home with any loot you find.' And considering I was dead, I had no choice by to accept her offer!"

Grandma looked at me once and stated "Faeries love bargains like this-"

Summer began gesturing wildly to get our attention "SO I get reincarnated as this super cute babe you see before you! And I was like 'weird! I'm a girl now!' and it took some time to get used to but I guess I kinda like it? Like I'm way softer now! You- you know how it is right???" she motioned at her different assets, before realizing what she was doing, stopping, blushing, and continuing her story.

"Anyway! I went on this really wild and long quest. Its WAY too much for one story session. But- OH YEAH I have my sword!" She pulled a flaming sword out an apparent void located within her chest. With a single dramatic swipe, I think she singed one of my stray hairs.

"And uhm, I also have my inventory in here-" She reached her hand deep within her cleavage. Random junk dropped from her V-neck onto the table. "Here's those elixirs I forgot to use.... Ah yeah, you always need antidotes! Wish I had them before the swamp... Here's the farmer's keys from that quest I forgot I was on, hope he didn't need them... Oh yeah, this baby!" She pulled out a very futuristic-looking rocket "Never got to use the intercontinental missile, but it was plan B if everyone's hopes and dreams weren't enough to slay the demon lord!"

Grandma side-eyed to me "Not many people know this, but the fair-folk love high-grade explosives."

Summer forced a go-getter smile "ANYWAY, we totally rocked that demon lord, the witch and I got married, and we became princesses! It was a really chill 100 years or so, but then the goddess appeared to me in a dream and was all 'you're time is up, you're soul can't stay in this realm any longer.' So she sent me home, and here I am! I was totally isekai'd. Believe me now?"

"Mostly" replied Grandma.

"No." I blurted out.

Summer deflated a little. "O-okay. I know its all a little hard to believe... I just hope you find it in your heart to believe me one day! I was totally isekai'd!"

Poor girl. Even with her bombshell body, she had little luck in love. I think Summer's journeys in wherever-the-hell left her a little naïve. She had texted me to pick her up from the bar. I wonder who broke up with her this time- wasn't it too soon since her last girlfriend?

When I got to the local pub, Summer was in her favorite quiet spot in the corner. When she saw me, she instantly motioned me towards her. God, she was unreasonably cute, even as a sobbing mess.

"Da Mayor... waz just the farmer with a hat. Da Demon Lord waz just the farmer with a mustache." Summer glumly sniffled at me, like any of this meant something to me.

"Slow down- " I slid into the booth to comfort her, "What's bothering you?"

"The barmaid was the goddess, but wizout the wings and the glowy lights!" Summer complained into her drink

"Uhm... who broke up with you now?" I rubbed her shoulder to try to calm her

"I WAZ ABDUCTED BY FAERIES THE WHOLE TIME!" she slammed her mug for emphasis "Isekai obsessed fairies... The other swordsman on my team.... Waz named Kirito! He WAZ JUST KIRITO."

Summer continued. "Grandma was right." Grandma did have a tendency to be right about these things. "The faeries tricked me... I had the tropey-est isekai adventure ever! They made me do BEACH EPISODES! They told me it WAS A YEARLY HOLIDAY. I don't think medieval societies invented bikinis yet..."

I tried to calm her. "Its okay! It doesn't matter what kind of adventure you had! You're back now!" With a few pats, Summer seemed to calm down. Slowly, she seemed to be returning to her natural cheer, a state not unlike an excitable and innocent puppy.

Summer wiped a tear from her eye. "Really?"

"Really."

I helped Summer get up, and slowly moved her to my car.

Maybe another day I'll let her know that she exhibits a number of fae-touched qualities. And at a different time, tell her comical levels of clumsiness, which always leaves her ass-up on the ground on a daily basis, is not normal.

But those are revelations for other days.