I laid in my bed, comfortable in a over sized flannel and worn gray soffee shorts. I was holding my remote scrolling through Netflix as I flipped through fan fiction on my laptop. I couldn't tell what I was in the mood for. Watching a show, reading, or watching a show and reading. And if I did that, did I want to read a fan fiction related to the show I was watching? Or did I care? I couldn't decide.

The lights in my room started to flicker and suddenly the room went dark. What was happening? Then it was all dark. Darker then it had been before. I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face. Then, just as fast as the black had come I was standing in a white room. What the actual fuck was happening right now? Did I fall asleep. I don't remember falling asleep. Am I hallucinating? I turned to look at my surroundings, it was white. Everything; the white seemed to go on for miles without end. Like in one of those movies. Am I in a movie? No, that would be absurd. Of course not, I mean maybe something like in a movie is happening to me which is awesome in and of itself, but I myself am not in a movie. That's not how movies work.

Suddenly a man appeared in front of me. Wait, is that Samuel L. Jackson?

"Are y- Are you Samuel L. Jackson?" I asked like the giddy fan girl I was.

"Well who the fuck do I look like, of course I'm Samuel L. Jackson."

I was star struck. I couldn't even think of what to say right now. "But wait, why are you here? Also where is here?" I paused. "Was I kidnapped by Samuel L. Jackson? I mean I wouldn't complain, I could be kidnapped by worse people."

"Can you please just shut the fuck up for a second. God rambley bitch" I would've been offended, but it was Samuel L. Jackson and come on, how could you be mad at that. Also I just noticed that he had his stutter from Kingsman and was dressed in his characters signature all orange outfit, with is flat brimmed hat and google glasses. "Now, if you would just let me explain. You have been chosen specifically by some ornate higher being, I don't know the exact fucking name, as one of the few select whinny teenage girls to get one of these fancy remote thingies."

He pulled a large remote out of his pocket. It was black, like most remotes. But it only had 6 buttons and then a key pad with every letter of the alphabet, and 4 arrows pointing to either side and up and down near the bottom. The 6 buttons were a start, a stop, a play, a pause, one that looked like it had a question mark on it, and a money symbol button. I'd never seen a remote like this.

I rushed over to him to get a closer look. "What's it do?" I asked as I admired the foreign object that was apparently mine.

"Well if you would let me get to that part. It allows you to travel to any television world you'd like."

I looked back up at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, choose a show any show. And you get to enter it and be a prat of it."

I laughed a little bit "You're shitting me right?"

"No I'm not shitting you? You don't think I have better things to do with my time then prank a little brat?"

"I'm sorry, it's just. This can't be real. I mean how?"

"I don't fucking know. I didn't make it. I'm just the damn messenger. Now listen. There are some rules here. You can't tell anyone in the show that they are in a show, this is their reality remember. And no major fucking with the plot. You're a side character, not a protagonist. You're there to add to the plot, not take away or alter."

I grabbed the remote and starred at it in awe "Holy shit, you're serious. This is amazing"

"Yeah, sure whatever," he grabbed it back "Now this is how it works. You type the name of the show you want to go in. To start the show you press the start button here. As soon as you don't want to be in the show anymore you press the stop button here. And important thing, whatever happens to you in the show happens to you in real life. So don't go putting yourself in some horror shit where you gonna die. Because if you die, you're dead. Now because of this you also have the pause button. You can pause the show at any time and move around as you please, and when you're ready just press play again. Now I feel like I should have told you everything you need to know by this point, but if at any time you feel like you have a question or need help with something, just press this help button that looks like a little question mark. Now the money button is a little different. This button is for anything you might need to pay for in the show, like food or other stuff like that. So you press this $ button, then you type the amount you need down there at the bottom, then press the $ button again and the money will appear in you pocket" He explained.

"Wow. Okay question time?"

"Yes?"

"So, do I get to choose when in the show I come in? Or is it always season 1 episode 1."

"It's preset to that yes, but as soon as you select to show you want it will ask what episode you wish to start on, set it where you want it and press start. Anything else?"

"Um, is there anyway to affect my age? Because a lot of my favorite shows have adults, so I probably won't fit in super well as a 16 year old girl."

"Oh yeah, that's true." He snapped his fingers and he was gone. Well shit, now I'm just alone and don't know how to work this. Suddenly he reappeared.

"Okay, I'm back. I asked the powers above or whatever and they said if you want to change your age press the a button 3 times then put in the age you want to be. Then you'll be good."

"Okay, cool." I looked back at him, "This is by far the most awesome thing that has ever happened to me. But why me?"

"Because there was a random selection of 30 girls in the entire world and you were one of them. Just be happy and don't ask questions. Now if that's all, I've gotta go."

"Okay," I waved as he began to turn away. "Thank you soo much, I can''t tell you how grateful I am. And one more thing,"

"Yes?" he turned back with in annoyed tone.

"Could you say the line?"

He rolled his eyes "Okay. But just the once. And then I'm out."

"Yup" I smiled.

"I've had it with these motherfucking snakes, on this mother fucking plane" he said; I smiled and he was gone.

I looked back down at the remote, okay then time for the adventures to begin.

Author Note: Okay, so I know this chapter wasn't written the best, but I just needed a starting point to work forward from. I will be going into multiple shows so really no matter what show you watch you can come read this and enjoy it. Also you don't need to read every chapter, just the shows that you like. Also this will be very long, with many chapters per show. Another thing, I know this sounds exactly like another fan fiction out there. I don't remember the exact name, but it was a Freaks and Geeks fic with this same basic plot scenario, but she never finished her story, and she never did any other shows. And it's a great idea, so Imma run with it. But I will fully admit that the idea was not mine, and I'll give full credit to whoever it is that wrote that other fic.