Disclaimer: I'll only type this once as it stands for the entire story. I do not own the fandom. Honestly, do you think i would? I own some of the merchandise but that's about it.

Synopsis: Anaya discovers her small apartment is prone to a late night visitor.

Warning: Self insert? possibly
Mary Sue? Most likely
Does this bother me? not at all

Anaya stared hard at the fridge. It was silly really, it was just a late night dream after all. A very strange late night dream but nother the less not real.
In the light of day such things seemed amusing but the sun had faded. and with it so had her self assurance.
A dream really. One that had appeared three nights in a row.
Tonight she was determined to stay up. To prove it was nothing but her imagination.
How silly , a grown adult (well, not really, but close enough to count) letting something like this get to her. She laughed at herself nervously but her grip did not loosen its hold.
She checked the time. It was reaching late. Her eyes were beginning to feel itchy. She yawned, cracked her neck and settled down again.
She would stay awake, she would stay awake, she would...
The time on the clock had jumped forward an hour.
Damn!
She had drifted off unintentionally.
Anaya waited for a few moments. Everything was still. Nothing unusual at all. She breathed a sigh of relief.
See...just a dream. You've proven your point now go to bed.
Bed sounded nice. She got up from her position, stretched back to undo the kinks one got from sleeping in a chair.
She paused midway. Had she just heard something?
Nothing moved in the small kitchen apartment. Nothing sounded in the other rooms. Must of imagined it.
Lowering her arms again she shuffled her way to her bedroom. A few moments later she shuffled back to retrieve the bat she had forgotten. And froze when she saw the fridge door closing.

The next morning Anaya was trying to convince herself that too had been a dream. Really, just a trick her mind was playing on her. Lack of sleep and all that.
Lack of sleep she was definitely suffering from at the moment. And possibly splinters if she checked her hands, but that would mean letting go of the bat.
It was light though. In light there was safety, there was security. And there was Saturday morning cartoons, which did wonders to sooth her nerves.
Really, imagine that, getting all worked up over something as silly . The seal was probably broken is all. She should get that checked out, unfortunately repair men cost money. And there was little money to be had on a students budget. The landlady was already threatening to evict her as it was. Though the landlady was always threatening that. She was Italian, it was given.
The Coyote on tv managed to fall off that cliff again, which didn't surprise Anaya. The coyote never learned. It's single-minded predictability was reassuring to watch.
She was a bit hungry and her eyes slid over to the fridge, thinking of the eggs and instant pancake mix that laid within.
She shouldn't be afraid. It was only a dream. And even if it wasnt...well that was why she had gotten the bat. It wasn't because she was any good at sports that's for sure.
Breakfast did sound nice right about now.
Hey eyes looked to the fridge, then to the wall clock next to it. 8: 35. Breakfast sounded good...especially if it was from the Mc Donald's that was just down the road.
The wonders of modern convenience.

Leaving her apartment was a blessing. She spent longer outside than she had originally planned. In fact, she spent all day outside. Getting chores done, window shopping, visiting the local parks. She never visited them before since moving in and now seemed like the perfect time to explore .
Night came all too quickly for her liking. Spending all day out was tiring and with the added sleep deprivation meant she headed strait for bed, crashing on top of the covers without bothering to change.
Really, so silly getting worked up over a dream.
It was dark when she awoke, not the pitch black people always spoke of. It never got dark like that, especially when you couldn't afford such things as curtains.
She was thirsty and her head hurt. It didn't help much the kitchen tap was dripping. Just made her throat feel more parched.
Anaya was in the middle of debating the merits of getting up for blessed Advil or just turning over to sleep when through her fog mind she realized that she hadn't actually used the tap at all today, in which case who had turned the tap on?
She sat bolt upright, very much awake and staring out through the doorway that connected to the lounge room.
Did something just move out there? surely not!
Anaya reached out a hand to grope for the bat, only to find nothing.
"Shit!" she had left it in the other room.
Okay calm down, calm down. You have nothing worth stealing. Any burglar will realize this and just crawl back out the window.
There was a tapping noise from the lino covered floor of the kitchen.
See...there they go now. Just wait . give them time to properly get away.
The sound of something opening and closing quickly.
Let them raid the fridge a bit. Nothing to worry about. The week-old Chinese will have them in emergency by lunch tomorrow.
And then, silence. No more creaks, no more scratches. No more dripping.
Anya waited a good ten minuets before shifting her feet to the floor, and another five to work up the courage to actually stand up.
She flicked on the lounge room light, scanning her apartment with trepidation. Nothing. She sagged against the wall with relief, only to go ridged on seeing the water. The little specks of water on the floor left behind by someone. Someone who's path through the small apartment could be seen clearly.
She followed the trail with her eyes.
It circled the furniture, keeping close to the walls. She could tell where the person had stopped by the small puddles that had formed.
They had had stopped to admire the badly done painting she had made in year ten art class, paused by the bookshelf and continued on along , following the wall until...
Anaya let out a strangled cry on noticing the small puddle that had formed just outside her bedroom doorway.
The trail continued, circling around and back into the kitchen.
Anaya followed it with weak knees. It lead strait across the lino floor and stopped at the fridge. No more water trail. It ended there.
Anaya was starting to breath hard, on the verge of hyperventilating.
There's a madman hiding in my fridge!
Some deranged lunatic had broken into her home . They had to be insane, to squash themselves between month old cabbage and milk past its used by date.
She grasped the closest weapon and edged over. Took a breath, and opened the door with the frying pan held high, ready to swing.
Inside the fridge was bare.

Originally this was going to be a one shot but it grew easier to split it into chapters rather than have the continual of time passing. I post as i type so it means i can loose interest in this half way through and drop it. It has been discovered though, there is a direct correlation between reviews and how prolonged the story is. (Had to add the obligatory fishing for reviews, sorry)

Each chapter is based off an idea for a pic. This one was of someone opening their fridge for breakfast, only to find the cliche portal-to-another-realm had replaced the eggs.
Imagine, opening your fridge only to see the 'Flying Dutchmen' sailing past. Imagine the bemused look on the poor sods face!

Fun fact: The characters name was originally going to be Anya, but for some reason spell check did not recognize this as a legitimate name so it was changed to one of the suggestions. Anaya. To date i have never heard this name and it would not surprise me if it was in fact not one at all.