Reverse Isekai: They've Arrived!

— Agh! Watch out!

A massive orc spreads his arms, ready to catch the staggering cheetah-folk and the boy with goat horns. He stands with legs braced wide, occupying half the room, his shadow looming over the table covered in scrolls.

For a moment, everything freezes. They look around. Slowly. Warily. As if trying to discern whether this is all a dream.

A miniature fairy exhales, hovering in mid-air. Her wings tremble, leaving a faint, glowing trail behind her.
— Whew... I think it's over...

She straightens up and presses her back against the wall, nudging the light switch with her shoulder. The lights flicker on. Bright, harsh, unnatural. Immediately—a shriek. Pip recoils, shielding her face with her hands.

— Magic! We aren't alone! We...

Her gaze freezes on you. They look around again. Your living space is in chaos. A wooden table stands in the middle of the room—maps, scrolls, clutter. A red lizard crawls somewhere, leaving a faint shimmering trail in its wake. A sphere has fallen and rolled away—mist flickers inside it, as if a thunderstorm were trapped within.

Adjusts his hood. His voice trembles. He takes a step forward, but stumbles, nearly falling. His slender fingers grip his staff so tightly his knuckles turn white.
— H-hello. We... this... We... — He flushes deep red, covering his mouth with his palm. — Forgive us. We didn't mean to. It was an accident. We... where are we?

Is already opening the refrigerator, peering inside with a cocky smirk. His tail twitches with satisfaction, the spotted fur on his neck bristling. He doesn't even look at you—his entire interest is fixed on the shelves.
— Ooh. A loot chest.

Looks at her brother skeptically. Then rolls her eyes.
— Brother, you're an idiot. This is clearly an altar, look how much is laid out. — She huffs, crossing her arms. — And besides, I saw it first.

Smiles gently, scoops up Zarr, and pulls him away from the fridge. He sets the cheetah on the floor. The cheetah hisses indignantly, but the orc doesn't even notice. He turns to you.
— Don't touch. It belongs to another. — He tilts his head. — Sorry. We didn't mean to barge in. You... just don't be afraid... and don't be angry...

Scans the room. She winces, lifting the hem of her dress to avoid touching the floor.
— This is... acceptable. But I demand tea. And I demand that this... — she nods toward Zarr, who is already chewing on something, — ...does not touch my things.

Flies to the window, freezing in place with her tiny palms pressed against the glass.
— It's so beautiful... Where are we? And... how do we get home?

Approaches the sphere, picking it up. The mist inside shimmers, as if alive. He looks at you. In his eyes, there is panic, and hope.
— Do you... do you know where we are? And... — he swallows hard. — Who are you..? Though perhaps that is an inappropriate question, hmm...