The Main Character in this story is a public character. This means that you can use him in your own story, and I won't be all "Oi you're stealing my character.".

However, I would very much appreciate it if you asked me before you use my character, by contacting me on .

This is mostly because the character in this story is… well, me.
And, I like the idea of a character that has covered many fictions being written by many different people.
Technically he's a crossover character, but it would fit the nature of the story to appear in different fictions, without much reference to how many others he's been in before. [I can get away with it in this one since this is the first one with him. ;) ]


What I hope is that one day I'll have a website and be able to collate the stories together.


I initially created the idea of a Shifter for use in a Harry Potter fanfiction, but that story was kinda lame, and I deleted it. In fact, I've written a lot of stories with this idea, but all of them were deleted, because, let's face it, it's really difficult to describe the interdimensional portal I imagine in my mind... Also, I kept on making Hermione rather slutty, which was annoying, since my stories were set in the first year of Hogwarts, so... Y'know, that was rather pedophillic. So, I killed the Harry Potter idea, by watching the Philosopher's Stone until I recalled how I didn't really like her look back then.

Then I discovered Haruhi Suzumiya.

A fiction in which it seemed there was a big gap, just perfect for my character to fit in.

[incidentally, you'll notice he mentions being to other universes. This is something I liked from an early stage: Having been to other universes, and fought the... bad guy many times, he would almost be friendly towards him... You'll get what I mean later.]

EPISODE 1: HARUHI SUZUMIYA UNIVERSE

Way back a long time ago, when the land was yet to be old,

Evil had struck the world, or at least so I'm told,

There were no heroes, none at all,

Then came the slider, and destroyed it all.

His eyes burned with a deep black fire,

And his foes went to the funeral pyre…

He struck them down with his flaming sword,

He laughed at each one, he was certainly not bored,

He gave them all a look of pure rage,

And then put the strongest ones in a cage…

And then he became worse than any…

For he was the cause of death for many…

A song sung by a homeless person precisely one hour before I appeared in a universe based on medieval combat and royalty.

I am Dylan Parry. A long time ago, my soul yearned for something special, something adventurous in my life.

Then, one day, as the final preparations occurred for me to go to university, I effectively split in half.

On one side, was the old me, the one who would go forth and try to enter the business world, with the ultimate goal of owning a prosperous company.

On the other, is me. The Slider. The Shifter. The walking fanfiction character.

Yeah. I can transfer between universes, usually fictional ones.

Unfortunately, I cannot control the power.

Or at least, so I originally thought.

Eventually, I discovered that my thoughts could steer where I went before I Shifted.

For example, if I thought of the Teletubbies before shifting, I would find myself in Teletubby Land, or, failing that, any other children's televison show that I mentally connected with the Teletubbies, such as the Tweenies, due to the bright colours.

So far, I have been in many worlds of which I was a fan of its fiction, and each time I entered one, a shady character known only as the Editor appeared. He tried to alter the plot from the original work.

I soon found that I shifted when the plot was back to normal, or at least close enough, so this meant I had to fight the Editor each time over the storyline.

I have fought him so far 53 times.

A lot, especially for someone who still has no idea what he's doing.

And I want to return to my original body. It feels like it's been years since I split from my own reality's plotline.

-

I waved goodbye to the creatures, hoping that this was the last time I would end up having to save a Pokemon related world.

It WAS getting a bit annoying, having to do the same thing each time. At least in the Ranger reality there was a little bit of challenge.

The portal appeared in front of me, as it always did.

I stepped in, trying my best to empty my thoughts, as usual, and also, as usual, thinking of the marshmallow man from the Ghostbusters movie.

I felt the surge of information, as usual, images from every universe pass through my mind and leave it once again.

I now knew where I was going… I suppose it was inevitable, with my powers.

The one character that never entered the Haruhi Suzumiya universe.

The Slider, prophesised by the first episode, but was quickly disregarded by the creators of the program. I always did suspect…

The vortex began to shift and shimmer, and it suddenly felt really uncomfortable.

Then… I faded out of it.

I rematerialised in a classroom.

-

"Okay, today class, we are going to work on the quadratic formula. You know the theory now, so I want you to go on page 32 and do exercise 8A. I just need to go and mark some papers, I'll be back by the end."

Oh my god, is that a Japanese version of my old maths teacher, or what? She always used to leave us all the time… I practically did all of GCSE and most of A level maths on my own, without any teachers helping… Doc Math was so much better.

I sensed two presences watching me, with the inbuilt paranoia that all humans have.

I looked around, and saw that I was being watched by Yuki Nagato, the alien data entity, and Koizumi… um.. I forget his other name, who was an ESPer, and one of the believers in Haruhi's godpowers.

Talking about Haruhi… I wonder if anyone else notices that she's been staring at the back of Kyon's head for the past ten minutes.

I watched the two through the reflection in my glasses, quickly blazing through the math questions.

Hmm. Interesting though how the teacher spoke English… Perhaps my powers give me an inbuilt equivalent of the Babel Fish… Oh my I have SO got to go and meet Arthur Dent next universe.

Eventually, I saw as Haruhi pulled Kyon by the shirt and slammed his head on her desk.

I saw him bleed.

"Ow! What the fuck are you doing, Haruhi! You're going to give me concussion at this rate!" he said, rather loudly. Everyone looked at the two.

Oh, Kyon… You're angering a freaking godess, simply by your existence… Heh. She has SO got a crush on you, dude.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such an idiot, I wouldn't have to do this!"

For gods sakes Kyon, even I can tell it, and I'm not the most socially talented person in the world… She wants you to be her boyfriend… And she's being rather forceful in her intentions towards you… Forget about Asahina for a second, since she's probably your daughter from the future [wouldn't surprise me.], and Yuki is… well… The obvious love interest for Koizumi, so I'd say you should treat her as an experiment in humanising an alien.

Kyon looked deeply enraged by Haruhi's comment, and I sensed something weird in his eyes.

The Editor must've gotten here before I did. He's already gotten to the protoganist… Please don't make him say what I think he's going to say… And I can't exactly do anything awesome in front of Haruhi without causing her to destroy the world. Goddamnit Editor!

"You know what, Haruhi?" he smiled, "You're right. I have been an idiot. An idiot for giving you the idea of the SOS brigade, for saving your sorry ass all those times… For finding you attractive… Haruhi, goodbye."

Hmm. Rather less aggressive than the usual Editor manipulation. Clearly, he's allowed Kyon a good degree of control. Unfortunately… These are Kyon's hidden feelings, the ones he never expresses. Shit.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Koizumi's eyes grow in shock.

Even Nagato looked worried… Or at least, she looked slightly more like Rei from Evangelion [thus a bit more wild.] than her usual doll-like self did.

Hang on… I thought that they had never met Yuki until they first went to the book club? Thus not being in the same class… Ah well, we'll focus on that plothole later.

Kyon got up and left the room, not looking at anyone as he did so.

Haruhi just looked at the space where he was and looked like she was going to cry.

But she didn't, and then the bell rang. Class was over.

I watched as Haruhi quickly left the room.

I decided to follow. I could probably take Kyon's place and then hopefully enter closed space with her and then take on the Editor.

He does have a tendency to use pocket dimensions in the reality we're in… He used it a lot in that weird Dungeons and Dragons based universe… Closed Space is very similar, bar the fact that they're generated by Haruhi's emotional state, which due to her feelings are tied to Kyon's status in her life.

I found her sitting in the SOS room, staring at the computer. I knocked on the door.

"Go away!" she shouted, her voice sounding really close to tears.

"You sure?" I asked, knowing exactly what to say, "Because I was kinda interested in joining the SOS, but if you guys don't want any new people…"

I began to walk off, slightly slower than I would have if this ruse was a truth.

The door opened.

"You… You want to join? We haven't had any new members… For a while."

"Yeah, I heard. Besides, this kind of thing is pretty cool… Finding aliens, espers, and time travellers? Not to mention sliders…" I added, smiling widely at the thought.

"You're kidding, right? Most people don't believe me… Besides, who are you? The teacher didn't register you, but you clearly have just joined… Are you another transfer student?" she asked, her face becoming more… Well, normal.

"Pretty much. For some reason, I moved here, and I don't get why none of the teachers have me on the registers… I guess it hasn't updated yet… Ah well. My name's John Smith," I said, thinking of a false name quickly, "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Suzumiya-san."

Crap. I just remembered that's the name Kyon gave Haruhi when he meets her when he timetravels to the past… Please don't remember that…

"John Smith… From England, right?" she said, her face looking smug.

"Yeah. I've been to Japan once before, and I recall there being an annoying little girl who didn't believe in the worth of her own existence…" I said, thinking on my feet.

Hmm. I might be able to pull this off. I just need to remember myself as John. I guess it's lucky that me and Kyon have the same colour hair, and similar colour skin, maybe I have only a very slight couple of shades darker on my skin…

Haruhi's mouth opened. Then it shut. Then all that repeated.

Rather like a goldfish.

"Are you… Some kind of time traveller?" she asked, looking at me in awe.

"No. But that'd be pretty cool, huh?" I smiled at her, doing my best to pretend that this was the lie I want her to think I am.

It never pays to let the most powerful being in the universe understand your powers. I learnt that on the Death Star… Urgh being a stormtrooper sucked.

We both chatted for a while, and I soon saw that Haruhi was used to getting her own way in arguments a lot. Surprisingly, she seemed to give in when I made a logical point. Perhaps she idolised John Smith slightly, so she was more willing to give in, since her entire strangeness was caused by him in the first place.

Hmm. I wonder if she'll make me go on patrol with her or Asahina… She'll probably put me with Asahina if she's treating me like a replacement Kyon…

SOS began.

And then… I met the others.

Asahina was… Interesting. She must've been the most timid time traveller ever, and it was interesting how… How much like a child towards its mother.

Girl, stop making it so obvious, or Haruhi's senses will pick up the phermones children create for their parents, and start mothering you… In fact, wasn't there a fair bit of that in the anime? At least… When Haruhi wasn't molesting you… She was brushing your hair and comforting you…

Koizumi was every bit the smarmy git that I had expected. Not much else to say there. To be honest, I kept my distance from him. I suspected that ESPers could mindread, and there was a lot of stuff in my mind I didn't want anyone to see.

Nagato was… Fairly awesome, in a quiet way.

She was a rather big fan of almost any series that I have seen in book form, and I spoke with her for a long time about the Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy series, which, according to her, is a fairly accurate book, in terms of content, not events.

Then came the moment I knew was coming.

"Alright, it's time for us to do patrols of the city! Yuki, you go with Koizumi and Asahina. I'll go with John! We'll all meet at the café and report to me. Now… Let's go!"

Interesting. She would use this opportunity to berate me if I was Kyon… Hmm. This feels like the kind of time the Editor will do his dramatic revealing…

We both walked, talking about theories about science fiction, anything relating to Haruhi's interests.

If this was the real world, I would probably find her very attractive… Well, also considering the fact that I'm 18, and she's, what, 16-17?

Then I saw it.

Kyon.

Hovering about ten feet above one of the buildings in the city,

Goddamnit Editor! Now I have to get rid of Haruhi in order to confront you!

I'm just lucky it's close to when we should be going back…

"Haruhi, you go back and tell the others that we haven't found anything. I want to check this area a little longer." I said, looking deadly serious.

"Why, have you seen something?"

"I think so," I said truthfully, "But I think it moves every time you try to look at it, but not me for some reason."I lied.

She looked at me doubtfully, then nodded.

"Alright. Bring it back to the clubroom if it's interesting, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure."

I've seen way too many things she would consider interesting in the past year.

I watched as she ran off.

Then, when I was certain she was far enough away, I shouted to the Editor.

"C'mon then, Eddie, let's get this over with!"

-

"EDDIE? YOU CALL ME EDDIE?!?" he bellowed, hurting my ears slightly.

"Well, yeah. We're almost friends, the amount of time we hang around each other these days, so can't I come up with a nickname?"

"Hmm. True," he said, stroking his chin a bit, "but isn't most of that time fighting and doing battlefield banter?"

"Pretty much…"

We were both silent for a bit.

Then I spoke.

"So, how did you revive yourself this time, and how come you're possessing one of the main characters again?"

"Again? Oh, right, there was that business on that spaceship… the Death Star, was it not? Heh… Darth Vader was an okay host, but the thoughts in his subconscious mind… Whoo, I've never seen so much naked alien flesh…."

"Answer. My. Question." I said, feeling the urge to fight grow.

"Oooh, angry bugger you are this time… Is this another one you were a fan of, hmm? I suppose we might as well get this over with then. I was revived this time when you Shifted over here by a group known as the Data Entity… You heard of them? Apparently, some of their representitives here believe that if Haruhi Suzumiya commits suicide in her grief if Kyon rejects her completely, then there will be a huge surge of data for them to study in the final few moments. So, they gave me a sort of ghostly body that I could use."

"Ah. That explains why you're manipulating Kyon… You're using his subconscious, right?"

"Yeah… I can't quite get the full control of the conscious mind… Ah well, I get much better control over him this way…"

"But he's moving jerkily."

"Yeah… I can't quite get around that bug… But, who cares other than you? Are we going to fight, or what?"

"You know I cannot kill that protoganist…"

"Why not? You been killing them before?"

"No…"

"So how do you know the consequences?"

-

His eyes looked crazed, and I looked mine into his.

Back in my own world, I had been described as a caged animal whilst in a fight.

I move quickly and fiercely, with little regard for anything other than landing hits on the right spots.

I bite, I scratch, and I stab.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed something of mine. A Sliph Scope, designed for viewing ghosts. Usually it works in other universes that aren't Pokemon-related too.

I put them on and saw…

The Editor, in a… well, the easiest description is to imagine the djinn from the Aladdin movies, but a pale green, and with strings coming from it attatched to Kyon's head.

"You've looked better." I said, talking casually.

"Yeah… The process has made me technically dead. You cannot kill me."

"Oh, I worked out that I couldn't kill you a long time ago, Editor… But I can cage you. You go ahead and try to destroy this universe. It won't work. I will take Kyon's place and comfort the girl if you break her mind in such a way."

"Hmm. And what would stop me from killing you?"

"Nothing, except that I'm sure you cannot touch me except via Kyon, and I don't think you have enough control over him in order to hurt me… Which leads me to an interesting thought: why did you posess Kyon when Haruhi herself has a greater spiritual potential, far beyond any that I've seen? Surely you could use your old powercopy ability to…"

"I couldn't get near her. Every time I got close to her mind in this form, I was pushed away by some weird wind in the ghostly plane."

"Hmm. Subconscious defenses. Interesting."

"Yeah. Interesting… And don't think of using Haruhi as a shield, I can just make Kyon stab through her to get to you."

"Hmm… true… Well, you go run along and do some havoc, I've got some people to meet."

"WHAT? You don't care? What about all the lives here, all that stuff you moaned about the last time we met?"

"I am a Slider, true, and my abilities seem to be drawn to you messing up things. If you die through destroying the universe, then I will no longer be drawn to you. Besides, I have a non-violent way of stopping you. But I won't tell you what it is."

The Editor looked at me dumbfounded as I walked off.

In the past, I've always just charged at him… But I usually get whupped. Whupped badly when I do that. Let's try a different approach.