I don't own One Piece
Chapter 1: The beginning
I guess I'll start at the beginning of all this. It was summer as I recall. It was a day I could not forget, even if I wanted to. I was sitting in a chair at the computer, rocking back and forth. Just a normal day, wearing my camo pants, my Korean war helmet for some reason, and my WWII jacket(even though my dad was yelling at me to get it off) Yes, just a normal day. I was downloading an episode of One Piece.
As soon as the screen appeared I wanted to take off my helmet. So I ran to my room to put it away and while I did that the computer was acting weird. Well, I mean, it was slow and all that but, it was jumping like in those cheap cartoons. And light was shining everywhere. Immediately I grabbed my brother's book How to Survive a Horror Movie. This was not good, according to the guide the computer shouldn't do that, in fact, I knew it shouldn't do that, why did I look at the guide? Aw well, suddenly arms, like from the gate in FMA, except these were made of mud, flew out of the monitor.
Now some would run, some would stay frozen, some would scream, me? I ran. But the arms came out of all of the electronics. Luckily I was at my grandma's house so I knew that she had a gun in her house somewhere. I broke a wall and found a 22. Unfortunately it was rusty and broken down.
The hands snatched me. I wiggled and wormed but could not get free. As I struggled for what looked like my survival the hands poured into my mouth. I felt that I was going to puke. But the hands refuse to leave the new home which I had become. The pain of the slimy creatures was increasing as more and more went through my throat, being absorbed, and going through my blood stream.
As they came through one hand stood out from the rest. It was holding a fruit. With all of these hands forcing themselves into my mouth a fruit was the last thing I wanted. It was a weird shaped fruit; it looked like it had been melting then suddenly cooled with spikes popping out of it. Oh, the spikes were the last things I wanted in my mouth. The hand grew closer and closer, the agony of the hands were killing me but the tension of the thought that fruit, with the sharp spikes threatening to slit the inside of my mouth, I wanted to scream for help but the hands were muffling my voice.
Tears running down my face from pain and agony, also from the terror of the pain that fruit would give me. I looked, though my vision was blurred from the tears, I saw a figure; it was a man, no doubt about that. He was a large, good figured man. He looked like a man of authority. His laugh was a low, powerful one. He chuckled and then said, "My fortune is yours for the taking, but you'll have to find it first, I left everything I owned in one piece." I knew then who he was. I asked, "Mfmhm?" Translation- "Gold Roger?" Hke nodded. Then laughed powerfully then I was being pulled away into the screen and through a portal to another world. I went to the world of One Piece.