Chapter One: And so it Begins

Everyone who goes to read this should know that G1 and company got sucked into a vortex while at the beach at the end of Welp, this is a Thing. I should know, because I wrote it. The only ones to show up in the sequel were the boys, though. "What happened to the others?" you may have asked. Well, let this story serve as a chronicle of mine, explaining the year I spent with my OC's wives, children, and girlfriend. This will also have bits pertaining to the fact that Johnny and Storm also spent a year with Plutie and Neptune and Gear respectively.

It was the day before classes restarted for the fall semester. A Sunday, to be more precise. I was just hanging out in my room, talking to Nick (The Gamemaster or whatever his fanfic username is) and Bryce (0n3dgeGaming) on Skype. To time stamp, it was around two o'clock. We had just got talking about Bryce's Pokémon crossover. I found it funny, given the fact that I was watching dubbed Pokémon Go comics. The light in my room grew stupid bright for some reason. When it died down, I was not the only one sitting on my bed. Noire, Vert, Iffy, Blanc, Rom, and Ram were just there. All clad in swimwear. That's it. Nothing else. Not even some towels. I'm not complaining, but it doesn't change the fact that it's weird. Either way, how the hell am I going to explain this to Mom?

"Hello!? Are you even listening to us!?" Noire asks loudly.

"Oh…Uh…Yeah…But you need to quiet down. I'm not exactly alone in the house right now." I held a finger to her lips as I spoke. BTW, they're soft.

"You sound familiar." Blanc said.

"*Sigh*…We need to get our collective shit together. Make it less likely for my mom and step-dad to freak the fuck out."

"He kind of looks like Dad. But he's too fat to be him." Ram snarked.

"Well thanks, kid. Way to make me feel worse about myself than I already do."

"Please don't feel bad…" Rom pleaded cutely.

"To be fair, you have hair most girls would kill for." Vert said, running her fingers through my hair from behind. "But I believe introductions are in order. My name is Vert." As she introduced herself, she pressed against my back.

"Why is everyone obsessed with my hair? I get this all the time…"

"I'm Noire." She stated simply.

"Blanc. Vert, get off his back." She demanded.

"He hasn't complained." She countered. Blanc started staring right at me.

"This…is comfortable, albeit awkward." I muttered.

"I'm IF. Nice to meet you."

"Same."

"I'm Ram, and this is Rom!"

"Hi…"

"And now things get weird as hell…My name is Steven Stanton." They all locked up. "Yeah. But wait, there's more. Things are going to get even stranger for you."

"How so?" Iffy asked.

"It's like this." I reached under my bed and pulled out a couple of artist's sketchbooks. "I'm the guy who wrote the lives that you know. Sort of. I'm a fanfiction writer, and the fourth wall breaking Neptune did wasn't exactly wrong."

"So, we've been with an OC of yours that just happened to have your name?" Blanc asked, putting the pieces together.

"It's more of a self-insert, but yes."

"What about Johnny and Storm?" Vert questioned.

"They're real too. I haven't physically met them, but I'm pretty sure you already know that."

"Yeah, we've heard. So, what now?" Noire asked.

"Hm…Hey, Mom! We need to talk!"

"What is it!?" She called back from downstairs.

"I think it'd be easier if you just come up here!" She reluctantly made her way up and stood outside my door, looking at the seven others in my room. "Who are they and how did they get in here?"

"Read some of this. It'll explain a little bit better than I could." I said, tossing her one of the books. She skimmed through it, and her eyes widened a bit, looking up to see if their descriptions matched what I wrote. At least, that's what I'm assuming.

"Can you all please leave? We need to talk." The girls complied and left the room.

"You can probably find some actual clothes in my sister's closet! I don't think she'd mind!"

"What are we going to do? They can't stay here."

"They have to, Mom. Where else can they go? It's not like they, you know, exist here."

"That's not what I mean. We don't have the space or the money to house them."

"You don't have to worry about paying for us. Whatever brought us here changed our credits into whatever these are." Iffy said from behind my mom, holding up a large wad of one hundred dollar bills. She had grab a pair of my sister's skinny jeans and a simple red t-shirt.

"Some of them could take Megan's bed while the others take mine. I'm cool with sleeping on the floor. Won't be the first time."

"That would be rude of us. We couldn't make you do that." Vert said, joining Iffy.

"You were listening in from my sister's room, weren't you?" I asked, staring at the goddesses and plus one that were now all in the hallway. They had put on a variety of the clothes that my sister had left behind when she went to SUNY Canton. They collectively looked down in shame.

"Fine, whatever. Just make sure to take them shopping for clothes and food at some point." My mom walked off, a tad bit angry, and I beckoned the girls back in.

"You can hang up your bathing suits in the bathroom. I'm going to go change my sheets since you soaked them." They left the room to take care of their clothes and I did as I said. When we all came back in, there was one question on my mind. A rather important one. "How are you guys going to split up?"

"Noire and Vert are staying with you. The rest of us are staying in your sister's room. Got a problem with that?" Blanc asked, getting on the defensive.

"No…Why would I?" I took a moment to think over everything that has happened and realized something rather important. "We're going to need to pull out some more pork chops…" I ran down and grabbed some more out of the freezer. I wound up talking with Tehg until dinner time writing another chapter in Google Docs. The girls even had me add some good suggestions of theirs. He freaked out a bit when he heard them. I have four chapters raring and ready to go. We had pork chops with rice, fresh green beans and sliced cucumbers. To say that dinner was awkward was an understatement. The uncomfortableness was palpable. The rest of the night was spent just talking and watching YouTube videos. The latest episode of Yes Yes Love Adventure Go! was a big hit. I think they were trying to see how close I was as a person to the one they knew. I looked up at the clock and saw it was nine thirty.

"Alright. Looks like I need to head to bed. I've got a class in the morning that starts at nine and I've got to get up early so I have time to get ready and walk to the junction."

"The junction? What's that?" Ram asks.

"It's where all the buses from the different routes meet up so people can get to most places within the area." I explained.

"Why do you walk there if there's a bus?" Noire asked.

"You see this belly?" I said, grabbing my gut through my shirt. "I need all the exercise as I can get, and it's about a two mile walk. Takes half an hour. Forty minutes, tops."

"Oh, okay. Goodnight, Dad." Iffy stopped dead in her tracks as she was leaving my room. "S-Sorry…It slipped."

"It's okay, Iffy. It's fine if we're not in public." I said, giving her a sad smile. This must be hard for all of them.

"Goodnight." She left, and Blanc, Rom, and Ram followed, saying goodnight as well. With them gone, there was now room for me to flop down onto my back, ready for the gentle embrace of sleep to take me.

"This has been one hell of an afternoon." I sighed.

"That's a term for it." Noire said, laying down to my right.

"I agree." Vert said, doing the same on my left. Both had pressed themselves to my sides.

"Um…What are you two doing…?" I asked and they flinched before scooting away.

"Sorry. It's a force of habit." Vert said.

"I guess it would be for you two, after so many years of my neediness. Come on, move back. I can already tell that I'll have to get used to this anyway if you two are going to sleep."

"Are you sure?" Noire asked.

"As long as you two are okay with it." I said to them.

"We've been over this, haven't we?" She asked. "This is just something we all have to adapt to."

"As long as my mom doesn't walk in on this, it should be fine."

"Why do you say that?"

"Vert, I haven't been this close to a girl like this, let alone two very attractive ones. I'm really pitching a tent right now." I said chuckling.

"Glad to see some things haven't changed." Blanc said with a smile, opening my door.

"Blanc? What's up? It hasn't even been that long." I asked, questioning the bluenette.

"We need an extra comforter. IF is going to go down and sleep on a couch. She walked in and said it was too warm."

"Megan's room is an oven. Extra pillows and stuff are in the closet in the hallway next to the bathroom." I turned to my two bed mates. "Are you sure we've been over this? I'd remember a conversation like that."

"You were a bit occupied with the twins and YouTube." Noire said, trying to jog my memory.

"Oh yeah…Right…"

"Go to sleep, Steven, so you can get up in the morning." I reached over with my foot and turned the light off with my big toe. The only sounds that were the fan, the air conditioner, and our breathing. It was quite soothing, actually. I fell asleep the quickest that I had in a long time. I woke up to my alarm going off at five thirty. It was a real struggle to get free from the two. They had rolled over and latched onto me in their sleep, so I had to fight my way out of their grip so I could get ready for the day and turn off the infernal noise making machine. The morning went without incident, except for me sleepily bumping into an equally sleepy Iffy. We both stood at the doorway of the bathroom, rubbing our foreheads. And like that morning, the week flew by. Classes were boring, and it was like we had always had the seven in my house. Even my mom and Ken get along nicely now.

"Ah, wonderful Fridays…How I missed you…" I said, sprawling out face first onto my bed.

"Was your first week really that bad?" Ram asked.

"Not bad, but these early morning wake ups are slowly killing my soul."

"Can we please go shopping? I don't think your sister would like that we keep wearing her clothes…" Rom asked.

"How would we all get there? The cars only seat five people apiece and taking the bus would cost more than what it's worth." Noire stated.

"We could take two." Iffy suggested.

"But out of all of us, I'm the only one of us who can drive legally." I countered. "When my mom gets home, we can ask her to take is after dinner. We should be able to all fit then."

"Finally! You're sis' clothes are weird." Ram exclaimed.

"At least you had something to wear. You should be more thankful." Blanc said.

"I am, Mom. I'll thank her later." Ram said with a small smile. Megan called at one thirty, since I get done at noon on Fridays. We talked for almost half an hour. Ram and the others thanked her, just like how Ram said. At around five, we had potato stroganoff Hamburger Helper for dinner. From there, we went to the mall and my suffering lasted for several hours. Three, to be exact. It wasn't too bad at first. They had me and Mom give our opinions on outfits and what not, seeing as how they didn't know this world's fashion. The only time things went bad was when it was time for the more mature girls to go underwear shopping.

"Where is a good place to get underwear?" Vert asked.

"Megan usually goes to Victoria's Secret." My mom told them.

"I'll stay out here with the twins." I immediately said.

"Fine. I'll take them." They walked into the establishment fairly calmly. That lasted for all of three minutes. My mom came out of the store with Blanc. She sat down next to the twins as Blanc grabbed the back of my shirt.

"Please don't." I begged. It is a well-known fact that if a guy is alone in any way, shape, or form inside of a women's underwear store, he is immediately seen as a creeper by everyone else in the store. Employees included. I sat there for an hour in the back of the store, as the four came out of the dressing rooms and showed me their choices for approval. I was never a religious man, but I was praying to anyone that would listen to make it end. It may have been a week, but they were still strangers and that made the whole situation uncomfortable. They had completely forgotten that I was not the guy they were used to being with and as such, didn't have the mental fortitude for this. I felt like if I went to a pet store, the lizards would flock to me. We finally left the establishment to see that my mom had taken the two girls to Auntie Anne's for pretzels. Without us! How dare she!? With all said and done, we got back to the house around nine. I didn't even have the chance to go into my room to charge my phone and stuff when they slammed the door in my face. When it opened, all seven were in their pajamas. Vert had changed into an elegant light green nightgown, Noire was in a black tank top and short shorts, Rom and Ram had on simple blue and pink nightgowns respectively, Iffy chose a black sports bra and silver athletic shorts, and Blanc just had a long white t-shirt.

"Is that it, Blanc?"

"Why are you asking? You were there when I got this."

"I thought it was part of a lazy day outfit of yours."

"That makes sense." She said before plopping down onto my bed and sitting in just the right way to show me what was underneath the shirt. If it was on purpose or not, I'll never know.

"Do you have anything like that Hulu thing Ken has?" Iffy asked, taking my mind off of the show and onto something that I've been meaning to re-watch for a while now.

"Yeah, I've got Netflix. I have something in mind, too, but it's not too appropriate for these two." I said, putting a hand on each of the twins' heads.

"Bring it on! We can take it!" Ram cried out.

"Uh-huh…We aren't scared…"

"Oh, it's not scary at all. It's just mature humor."

"So…You…?"

"Sort of, Noire. The different is that he's a professional. For example, he has a poem called I Fuck Sluts."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. So, do I have the okay from the parents in the room?" Vert and Blanc nodded their heads. "Okay then." I turned on my Xbone and started up Netflix. I scrolled through my continue to watch list, seeing as how I never sit through the credits, until I found what I was looking for. "Tonight's video will be Bo Burnham's 'What.'." And so weekly movie night became a thing, all because of a comedian that I should not have introduced children to. We all fell asleep shortly after I turned off my Xbox. Vert and Noire were in their normal spots, Blanc decided that my chest makes a wonderful mattress, and Rom, Ram and Iffy curled up wherever they could by my legs. In other words, a light sleeper's worst nightmare. It took me so long to fall asleep.

So this came up spur of the moment, even though I wrote this over the course of the week by hand. I realized that it gave me an opportunity to set up for the ending of We're Really Doing this Again and to avoid having to write all of it in the canon story. In other words, I'm lazy. So, until I have the free time to write again, see ya.