So it was an average day and I was chilling in my usual spot with my laptop as I worked on my fanfiction. By "Worked on my fanfiction," I of course mean "Spent five minutes staring at a blank Word document."
I had a bad case of Writer's Block.
I was just about to give up and turn on Netflix to binge-watch some Power Rangers episodes, when I heard a crash from behind me. I turned around and found an RV had plowed through the wall. This was strange because I was in the basement, and the wall that had just been crashed through was at least partially underground.
While i pondered on the oddness of all this, an odd old man stepped out of the RV and declared "GOOD MORNING!"
Suddenly, the world around me went briefly out-of-focus before resolving itself into a more cartoony version. I stared at the strange old man and immediately recognized who he was.
Uncle Grandpa had somehow crashed into my house.
"Say, what's that you're working on?" Uncle Grandpa asked. "Oh, you're doing some writing, but you've got a nasty case of Writer's Block that's left you staring at a blank Word document for the past five minutes."
"Uh, yeah." I replied, still kind of stunned by the impossibility of the situation.
"Not to worry, you just need some inspiration," he said. "Like, for example, a sudden ninja attack."
Suddenly, ninjas attacked. A barrage of kunai embedded themselves in the back of my chair. "Why are ninjas attacking me?!" I cried.
"Hang on, I'll help you with this!" Uncle Grandpa declared. He looked down at the pack on his waist and asked, "Hey, Belly Bag, can you give me something to fight off these ninjas?"
"Sure thing, Uncle G!" it said, before barfing up a magnificent-looking ornate katana.
"Ah, my letter opener! Thanks, Belly Bag!" he said, as he took the katana and began slicing through the ninjas, which exploded into clouds of smoke.
"This is crazy." I said to myself. And then another kunai flew straight at my face! With reflexes I didn't even know I possessed, I grabbed the kunai out of the air and flung it back at the ninja that threw it at me.
It was then that I noticed I was no longer wearing my usual clothes for lounging around the house, but was instead dressed in the usual outfit of my author avatar. Perhaps wisely, I decided not to question this. Instead, I pulled out "my" sword and leaped into the fray, carving up ninjas left and right until all that was left of them was a giant cloud of dust from all their exploding. It was actually pretty cool.
Uncle Grandpa gave me a high-five. "So how was that? I mean a random ninja attack should net you at least a couple hundred words, right?"
"I suppose this is one way to deal with writer's block, but this feels like an entirely different story from what I was trying to write in the first place." I replied. "Plus I'd prefer not to drag myself into my own stories..."
"Well, whatever." Uncle Grandpa shrugged as he climbed back aboard his RV. "At least I was able to help, and that's what really matters! See you around, Noah! Or Jayden, whatever you call yourself! GOOD MORNING!"
"My name's not really-" But he had already sped off.
I sat back down in my chair, cracked my knuckles, and typed up everything that had transpired. And then I looked back at the wall Uncle Grandpa had just crashed through.
The hole was still there. A swirling vortex that lead directly to the cartoon multiverse.
It was too good an opportunity to pass up.
I ran back to my bedroom, packed up some essentials, and ran back to the hole. After packing up my laptop and double-checking my supplies, I stood at the edge of the hole.
I took a deep breath.
And I jumped in.