Author's Notes: This is my first Mass Effect fic. While not serious, it's a warm for my more dramatic Mass Effect fics.

There have been a lot of differing opinions on the Mass Effect 3 ending, except from one person: Commander Shepard's…

The main character of this story is simply known as "the player" (Myself) the one controlling Commander Shepard.

Turning the Tables

The player sat in his gaming chair, once again watching his Shepard rise up to meet the Catalyst. He groaned. This was where the ending took a serious turn for the worst. Before, he accidently choose the Control ending, thinking it was Paragon because it was blue. (He wasn't paying attention to the Catalyst's dialogue at the time) The player really meant to choose Destroy, despite the fact that it will destroy all synthetics; even the Geth that were now united with the Quarians and EDI.

The Catalyst shows up on screen, walking near his Shepard: Brejon Shepard. He was a Paragon with a little bit of Renegade to people he didn't like. He was African America with slick black hair and brown eyes, with a 5 o'clock shadow. He kept Kaiden alive, romanced Tali, and destroyed the Collector Base. He cured the Genophage, (but forgot to disarm the bomb, leaving a very pissed off Wrex) and took down Cerberus Headquarters.

Now the player's Shepard was going to have to go through this terrible ending.

"Brejon Shepard deserves better!" the player thought.

Little did he know that he was about to witness something incredible…

"Wake up," the Catalyst said in a childlike voice, looking over Shepard.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Shepard groaned. He picked himself off the cold floor, giving a death glare to the Catalyst.

The player was confused. Shepard didn't say that the last time he played. That wasn't even a dialogue option.

"I do not understand," the Catalyst said.

"Like hell you don't. With your flawed "keeping the peace" plan. Reapers? That's your plan for peace?"

"It is an efficient solution to stop the conflict between organic and synthetic."

"How the f*** is this helping?" Shepard points to ships being destroyed by Reapers. "And this whole harvesting thing? Who the hell are you to say to us we can't keep our own form, just because you think organics will never end the war with synthetics? I united the Quarian and the Geth. Which by the way, I will not screw the Geth over and destroy them . Better yet, why couldn't this Crucible just be a weapon that kills Reapers, instead of this bullshit?"

Shepard continues, "And can someone please tell me why my only dialogue options are for me to except whatever the Catalyst says despite how incredibly stupid it is?"

Shepard then stares at the player.

"You!" Shepard growls. He stomps toward the screen, almost as if he would walk out of the TV. The player thought he was seeing things…he was wrong. The Commander Shepard, his Commander Shepard, was walking out of the TV as if walking out of a portal. Once his feet were planted on the carpet, a smell of old blood and dirt filled the room. His face was scarred and he was slightly hunched over, but then gained the strength to pick the player up from his chair, by his shirt collar.

The player could've sworn he messed his pants.

"What do you want?" The player stutters.

"In the Mass Effect games, the player chooses Commander Shepard's fate. My fate; so only you could be responsible for putting me in this poor excuse for an ending!" Shepard's voice was raspy, yet very intimidating.

Don't be confused, the player is in complete shock of what's going on, but when an N7 Specter is literally picking you up from the ground by the collar, there's not much time to really evaluate whether your dreaming or not.

"I thought you wanted me to build a home for Tali on Rannoch. You choose that dialogue option, didn't you?"

The player can only answer with a stutter.

"Answer!"

"I didn't write the ending, Bioware did."

"Of course," Brejon dropped the player on the ground. "My creators…" Shepard looked down at the player, who was breathing heavily and in the cradle position. "I'll leave you here to calm your nerves, while I talk to the people responsible."

-At Bioware-

An employee at Bioware, responsible of checking the forums, is checking to see if anyone is violating the rules. He takes a sip of his coffee until a portal is formed in the far corner of his office. Brejon Shepard enters the room and grabs the worker by the collar.

"Artistic vision my ass!"

So many things went through that poor employee's mind.

"How could you do this? All my player wanted was a good ending for me and here you go blowing it to hell. I mean seriously, Joker would never abandon me like that. He's my friend, my buddy. And did the Relays really have to be destroyed? Now all my friends will starve. You left both me and my player clueless."

"Ok-kay. Commander Shepard, I'm not in charge of writing the ending, I just check the forums. But I can tell you this. They just came out with the Extended Cut DLC. It will explain everything you want to know."

"….Alright." Shepard let go of the employee's collar. "I'll let my player know to download it for me." He then went to the portal he entered from.

Shepard the pointed his finger at the employee and pulled his thumb up. "But it better be good."

What will Shepard think of the Extended Cut? Until next time…