Well What now?
Ok so this is my first fanfic which I decided to write because yolo. Ok so not quite because of that but the point remains. I had this story idea a while ago but because I am not the best with writing, well I decided not to write it. I see someone else has had the same story idea which sucks but I assure that guy that I am not copying him in anyway. His story will probably end up being far superior to mine. So without further hesitation lets begin this story.
I don't own Legend of Korra and I don't intend to profit from this at all.
Chapter 1: Well what now?
So there he was, the random guy who decided to give fanfiction writing a shot. Much to his amusement it was turning out to be slightly more tedious than he thought. (But hey, isn't everything?). Next on his check list was deciding on what he was to write about, after much debate he settled with The Legend of Korra. The TV show that he was currently fixated on.
With that decided he conjured careful plans of snacks and music to inspire the writing he was about to begin. His desk being lined with chips and soft drinks, he was ready to begin. As he begins to stare at the screen, as though the story was going to jump out at him and write itself, his ADD kicks in and all of a sudden Warframe started looking much more interesting. A few hours pass when he realises that he hasn't even began his story.
"Guess there is always tomorrow to do it." Said like the true procrastinator that he was.
Deciding to save and call it a night was the next course of action. Reassuring himself that he would in fact start the following day after a night of good rest. Climbing into bed had never felt this good and he mused to himself "why exactly am I so tired? It's not as though…" he stopped his rant as he looked at the clock to see that it was 2am.
"Well that goes a long way to explaining why I am tired." He mumbles as he lets the darkness of sleep consume him.
The nights usual events of tossing and turning seemed to plague him, as they usually did. Only difference was that there was the rushing wind that seemed unable to break the hold that sleep had on him. When his eyes finally shot open, after receiving word from his brain that something was definitely wrong, he saw that he was falling towards a bustling night lit city. As panic starts to consume his thoughts, he starts to think back on his life and a singular thought came to mind.
"Why didn't I at least get a final meal?" he thought aloud. "On the bright side, at least I was right that the world was out to get me." He says as he closes his eyes and waits for the inevitable impact that will bring this nightmare to an end.
The impact never came and all he could do was keep his eyes shut, not wanting to see the fatal moment he hits the ground. Once again he is taken by sleep and the nothingness that accompanies it.
The dipping of leaking water from a broken pipe is the monster that brings him from his slumber and he looks around in complete disbelief as his surroundings are definitely not those of his room. "Where the actually beep am I?" is what some passer bys hear from the alley.
Now panicking about being in a strange alley instead of dying, he looks down to see that he has his normal cloths on yet everyone he can see are in out of date cloths from 80 plus years ago. "Ok so either I am in the worst practical joke ever conjured or I have been sent back in time" he says to no one in particular.
"No wait. Not even my luck is that bad." He sarcastically thought.
Dragging himself off the ground and back to a standing position he started to move towards the street. Once there he started to here the mummers of the other people strolling on the side walk, many where say how ridiculous he looked in his cloths and one person even had the audacity to think he was on some kind of. "Wait. What?" he blurted out.
"On 'mountain grass'?" he asked out loud. "Are you insane? For you information it's called weed and no I do not smoke it!" he shouted at no one in particular. "Only on the Tuesdays" he mumbled so no one could hear him as he moved off through the crowds of people.
He found himself wondering towards the waters edge of the sea. That's when it hit him and hit him hard. "Sweet mother of roast potatoes" was all he could think to say.
The site in front of him was that of the giant statue of Aang, the Avatar. "I am pretty sure that wasn't there when I went to sleep last night" he said with his mouth hanging wide open as realisation dawned on him.
He was in Republic City. From the TV series The Legend of Korra. "Well this is just perfect!" he shouted, not caring who heard.
He was now stuck in story and had no idea where to go from here or how on earth to get back. "If this is even earth." He thought dryly.
Then a brilliant thought crossed his mind, "why not get the Avatar to help him. Maybe she could send me back".
"No wait that's a stupid idea, she can't do that" he thought in defeat.
"Either way, it's the only plan I have got so far"
"What about the story line, could I screw it up by interfering?"
"Na I will be careful not to tamper with anything" he reasoned with himself.
So off he set to try and make it to Air Temple Island where he thought the most likely place for Korra to be. Whistling a song as he went "How hard can this be?" he made the mistake of thinking.
So let me know what you all think. I apologise in advance if it's bad hahaha. I will update if people actually wish me to do so. Also suggestions on how it should go would be nice too. I would also like to say to all the peoples stories I have read and enjoyed, you guys are awesome!
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