(TATUM POOOOOOV)

I looked around the spacious office room, wondering where the fuck everyone was.

"Uh, Dani?" I call, making sure my receptionist wasn't playing a trick on me.

"What the hell…" I whisper to myself.

"Uh, Brina? Jerry? Someone?!" I shout.

My voice just echoes off the room. There aren't any windows, a giant ceiling fan hangs overhead, and a long wooden table with a bunch of black swivel chairs sit next to the table. The floor is oak, I think. I see a note at the table's head.

"What the…" I walk over to it.

The letters look like that of an old typewriter and the letters are a dark red. The scripture reads,

'Dear JMT,

The next events prior to reading this will make no sense whatsoever. But you are an actor, after all, you've probably been through worse. Look to the way you came. You will notice, if you run to the double doors, that they are locked.'

What? I think.

I run to the double doors. I pull them but they are locked. I look at the note.

'See? We told you. Not important. Anyways, you know that thing you always say? To people who ask you your favorite character? 'I can't choose just one because they're all apart of me and if I say one the others will be in my mind saying you're a bastard!'? Well, let's just say some...parts of you will be coming. Enjoy your time.

NVCR

-E + S'

"Okay that's not weird at all...E and S? NVCR? What the heck?!" I shout.

I sigh and stuff the note into my jean pocket and run a hand through my hair. I hear a dripping noise and notice red liquid dripping from the ceiling onto the desk. Confused, I walk over to the spot. Words. There are words dripping from the ceiling.

'Oh...By ThE wAy, tHiS mIgHt HuRt…' The words spell. Suddenly, a headache hits me like a freight train. I yell in pain and claw at my hair. Then I notice something...odd. Shadows of figures seem to be in the same position I am, crying out in pain. But their voices strike me as the most odd. They're my voice. The pain finally stops.

"Mon dieu…"

"Bloody hell…"

"For the love of Maria…"

"Ow…"

"For the love of Ishval…"

I hear a few of my many voices chorus.

"What the hell…" I say to myself.

I look up. Yep, I must be dead. Standing there, in flesh and blood, are my perverted Frenchmen, demon butler, bushy browed commander of humanity's last hope, my cool typed Host Club member, and my scar faced Ishvalan.

Dead. That's what I am. Dead.

"Who the bloody hell are all of you?!" Sebastian asked, obviously shocked.

"Hon hon hon, stuck in a room with one of Britain's men, two dashing black haired men, a blond haired man who could rival Britain in eyebrows and an albino. I could get used to this…~" Purrs France.

"Who the heck is Britain?!" Erwin shouts.

"Can someone explain what the hell is going on?!" Shouts Kyoya.

"I agree with silver eyes." Scar annonces.

"Britain is a country, you idiot." Sighs Sebastian.

"No, he's a personification!" Insists France.

"Can everyone just calm down?" Erwin says.

"Yeah, shut up." Scar grunts.

"Excuse moi, but I didn't use magic or whatever to bring me to this room."

"Magic?! Magic doesn't exist! Seriously, how dumb are you?" Kyoya asks, obviously irritated.

"Magic? No no no, this is one of Hanji's experiments isn't it?" Erwin elaborates.

"Hanji? Magic? No, this is obviously alchemy!" Argues Scar.

"Demons...damn, was it Claude? Or maybe that bubble brain Grell…" Sebastian says mostly to himself.

The fighting gets louder and louder. I finally snap back from my jaw dropped, eye popping awe that anime characters were standing in front of me.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!" I shout.

The room quiets and their eyes are on me. God this is weird. I take a deep breath.

"Good. Alright this isn't demons, or alchemy, or Hanji or anything else. I am your voice actor." I say.

A dramatic silence hangs in the air.

"Hon hon hon, no one can voice me, I am a country." France pipes up.

"Wanna bet?" I challenge, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, not like it can happen anyway." France scoffs, smirking at me.

I cough for dramatic effect.

"I'm Sebastian Michaelis who stuck being a demon butler for a brat for all eternity." I announce in Sebastian's voice.

Sebastian's wine red eyes widen.

"I'm commander Erwin and I'm bossed around by a midget who has an obsession with cleaning."

"I'm Scar and I might as well be Batman."

"Kyoya Ootori of Ouran Highschool Host Club bitches!"

And I lastly, looking directly at France.

"Hon hon hon, welcome to my conversation panel!" I say eccentrically, posing.

The characters look at me, eyes as big as quarters and and mouths hanging open.

I smirk. "Now…" I say, walking to the head of the desk, hand trailing the glossy surface.

I sit in the chair and kick up my black sneaker clad feet on the table and cross them, along with crossing my arms.

"Let's talk about how we all got here."

Geek: Short chapter, SHORT CHAPTER. -_- fudge a duck...anyways, first chapter! Sorry this wasn't all that interesting. More to come! Obviously, I won't try to spoil much, and if I do, I'll put a spoiler warning up. Make sure to leave a review~! Also! I do not own any of the animes or mangas used, or the Tatum. This is all from my deranged mind. You know, that part that rocks back and forth with a tin foil hat on. :D