"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Narrative
Chapter 1: Getting Ready.
"This doesn't look good." I said, looking at the screen in front of me.
"Yeah. Sound the alarm. Tell the boys to get ready." I said, looking at myself.
I nod, pressing the button.
ATTENTION. ATTENTION. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. WE HAVE A SITUATION IN UNIVERSE DESIGNATION HYPERDIMENSION NEPTUINA.
It was chaos. Everyone was moving around getting everything ready. Your probably wondering what the fucks going on and who we are. Well we're a group of people who go into different worlds most people would call anime and video games and guide the plot towards a good end for everyone involved. Normally we aren't supposed to break away from canon but that doesn't stop us from making our own endings. Like the IB incident. Or the whole Persona 3 fiasco. Basically? We're a bunch of glorified self inserts who have the training and experience to succeed in our jobs. Oh one more thing: we're all clones of each other.
Anyways onto more important things.
"So what do you think this is about?" I asked myself as I walked through the hallway passing other people getting to their stations.
"Hell if I know. But I doubt the Old Man would send us for no reason." I said, as I was passed a data pad.
"Hey I just realised we don't know ANYTHING about this series. Should we really do this?" I was asked.
"We've gone in blind before with World of Final Fantasy and Pokemon Sun and Moon. This is just one more thing to add to that list." I dismissed myself, coming up to my destination.
With the door sliding open I saw nearly everything was in place. All we were missing was someone to make the fall.
"So what I know about this series I know from fanfiction. And gotta say all the OC fanfics are pretty much the same concept. Guy from the real world goes into the game, is super powerful for no good reason, sometimes gets a harem and overall is pretty much a Gary Stu." I overheard a conversation going on.
"Let's be honest: to anyone who doesn't know anything about us we definitely qualify as an army of Gary Stus. We just have justification for being so."
"50 billion says we get a harem this time."
"Seriously? Your on."
Ah the joys of working in a place run and controlled by teenagers.
Yes that's right. Not only are we clones we're clones of a teenager. The real one of us has been lost amongst the sea of copy's. But we don't let that bother us. We may be clones but each of us are our own person.
"You know I've never understood self inserts."
"What don't you understand about them?"
"The fact that no matter where they end up they always manage to survive every fight even if just barely when realistically they wouldn't be alive."
"Ah that. Yeah I see what you mean but let's just call it luck and the fact that no one wants to read a story where the main character dies in the first fight."
"It still bugs me. I mean we're meant for this shit and we still have trouble surviving sometimes."
"Well if the Old Man sent us in with every single one of the powers we've collected we'd DESTROY everything. Seriously we might be able to kill that Doomsday guy permanently."
The good thing about being our own people is that we have different thoughts and opinions on things. Now that I think about it we kinda resemble the comments section of a YouTube video or the review section of Fanfiction. Net.
"So why is it that's there's always a big storm every time we send a guy in to a place like this?"
"How else are we supposed to hide a giant tear in the dimensional barrier? Besides it gives us the chance to look like a badass."
"Seems like a pain to try and manipulate the weather patterns just to cover up a hole in the sky."
"Would you want unwanted people coming here and ruining our shit? You do remember what happened with IB right?"
"Yeah I know. That blond girl threw everyone off for a long time. And that's not even going into the whole multiverse shit."
"Exactly. Now shut up we gotta get ready. Guy could come in at any moment."
Suddenly the door slid open, everyone turned their heads to look at who it was. And it was our guy.
"Sorry I'm late. I had a tough time deciding my weapon. It was a choice between a katana, a katana, a katana, a pair of semi automatic pistol sickles and a guntana."
"About time. We've been waiting for ages. Now you sure your ready?" I said, looking at his clothes.
He was wearing the typical shit. A red t-shirt with a black hoodie, blue pants, and black combat boots.
"Yeah I'm sure. Colours are a bit stereotypical but that doesn't matter."
"All right just stand on the platform and we'll do the rest."
"Got it."
Our agent moved onto the platform and got ready for transfer. You know what? I just realised that this room looks like the bridge of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Except bigger.
"ALL RIGHT PEOPLE CHECK YOUR SHIT AND MAKE SURE ITS ACCURATE. WHAT HAPPENED TO UNDERTALE ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE SOMEONES PROJECTIONS WERE OFF BY A FEW SECONDS. WE DONT WANT A REPEAT OF THAT DO WE?"
"SIR FUCK NO SIR."
"GOOD."
"All right preparing the storm cover. Standing by."
"Roger that. Preparing the dimensional tear. Standing by."
"Calculating all possible interferences. None popping up. We're clear."
"No electromagnetic radiation detected. We're safe for now."
"Understood. Manipulating weather patterns to create storm cover now."
"Got it. Still standing by on the tear."
"Fights still going on down there with minimal disruption. Proceed with storm cover."
"Copy that. Rain is falling. Repeat rain is falling."
"Code phrase heard and understood. Opening dimensional tear in 5..."
"Countdown confirmed. Preparing agent for fall."
"4..."
"Countdown continuing. Doing last minute checks for any interference."
"3..."
"Check that. Rain is still falling and lightning is starting to strike."
"2..."
"Got it. Agent is prepped for fall and awaiting countdown completion."
"1... Dimensional tear is open. Prepare for extreme winds people."
And so the switch was flipped and a dimensional tear appeared in front of the platform the agent was on and as expected extreme winds threatened to rip the room in half.
"OUR SIDES OPEN. GO NOW AGENT."
"GOT IT. MOVING THROUGH NOW."
"AND WHAT WILL YOUR NEW NAME BE AGENT?"
Our agent look back at us and spoke.
"RAIDEN."
Then he jumped through and the tear on our side closed.
Authors notes
Well here's my first fanfiction I've decided to upload. Feel free to tell me what you think.