THIS STORY IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

DISCLAIMER:

I DON'T OWN NARUTO, DEATH NOTE, HOTD, SPN, FMAB OR ANYTHING ELSE RELATED TO THIS FANFICTION.
IF I DID- I WOULD BE BATHING IN MONEY.
SAME GOES FOR MY FRIENDS WHO HELPED ME WRITE THIS!

Note: The first couple of chapters of this were written way back when, and include such horrible fanfiction mistakes as:

- Terrible writing
- Crack(ish) circumstance
- Cringe-worthy spacing & spelling.
- Everything sucks. Pretty much.

I am attempting to rewrite the first few chapters as quickly as I can, so I apologise for the inconsistency within the chapters, if you happen to read this before then.


Shilo:

It was 5:00 PM when I called Erin.
I was just checking my Facebook- beforehand, and I got a pleasant surprise in the form of a chat message.

Erin Pool

4:46 PM Erin Pool
TAAACOOO!

4:47 PM Shilo - McAwesomefries
Hello fluffykins.

4:47 PM Shilo – McAwesomefries
Yes. That is your new name.

4:48 PM Erin Pool
XD can u call me? My fb is stuffing up.

4:48 PM Shilo- McAwesomefries
Sure thing, I just gotta find the darn phone.
*Head desk*

4:49 PM Erin Pool
*head potato*

4:50 PM Shilo McAwesomefries
*Face book*

-
4:52 PM Erin Pool
ahh…. I see what u did there ;D

4:53 PM Shilo McAwesomefries
;D I found the Phone. Proceeding to call you!

ERIN POOL IS OFFLINE.

-

I dialled in my friend's number with a sigh, and waited as it rung. When she picked up it filled me with glee. It wasn't like the last time, where she decided it would be fun to make me wait for three fucking minutes before answering.

"Hello?" That was Erin alright.
"HEEEYYY Fluffykins" I replied. Our conversations were terribly immature. I apologise. Ezi gasped, dramatically.
"OH MY GOD BOB. I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME IN PUBLIC."
"Anyway- did you want to talk about something?" I asked, scrolling through a Google Image search for old-school memes. I wasn't proud of it, but at least I wasn't laughing at them. Much.
"Nothing in particular… But I want you to check out a website for me." Erin said- with clear anticipation in her tone.

I instantly opened a new tab, folding my legs criss-cross apple sauce on my chair.
"What's the site called?" I was filled with so much boredom at the notion of discovering this new mystery site, that the entire situation evoked a long, ugly yawn from me. Erin replied almost instantly with an URL that didn't particularly have words in it. Just a jumble of letters and numbers. God, I knew I was going to be rick-rolled, or Trolled.
Well, I was wrong, because to my surprise it came up with some weird Gypsy site consisting of clip-art angels and flashing pentagrams. In the middle of the page, there was a paragraph of comic-sans fonted text, and below it, a button.

'Just press 'Okay', and you'll be in the midst of an adventure suited to you.'

I had a quizzical look on my face, as I tried, and failed, to scroll down the page.
"Why are you showing me this? You didn't make it, did you?" I asked her with a nervous laugh.
"I'm just wondering what would happen if we both clicked it together!"

I could hear the grin in her tone. Why would she wait for me in order to do this? It was so suspicious. Nobody called their friends, begged them to open a site and then told them it was because they were too chicken-shit to open a link BY THEMSELVES. Evidently, rolled my eyes.
"Are you stupid? You don't need me for this!" I shouted.
Erin immediately let out a long, obnoxious wining sound, which she liked to use whenever things weren't quite going her way. It continued until I was shouting 'OKAY' rather aggressively into the phone.

"YAAAAAAAAY!" She cheered on the other end of the line. Ugh, Erin was something new, alright... but she was still my friend, so trusting her kind of came with the job.
"We press 'okay' in 3 seconds." I announced, hovering my mouse over the 'okay' button.

"1" I started.
"2" She continued.
"3!" We said together, pressing the button. This, lead us to a blank page, with some sort of poem scrawled at the top of the screen.

'THIS IS YOUR ADVENTURE ADVICE:'

When the clock strikes midnight,
this adventure shall begin.
your fate will be sealed,
pass all levels to win.

Write this up on a separate page,
and do not lose it,
as it helps to engage.

When you've done things right,
you shall proceed.
But, please be warned-
and please take heed.

Seeing this page means you're
destined to die, and all we present
is new lifeline.

A life born of wishes
dwelling deep in your heart
and a life that you crave every
breath and remark.

When you arrive please look
to your guide, and do as it says,
so you can survive.

"Are you happy now?" I yawned, again, waiting expectantly for Erin's response.
"That was… anticlimactic." I could tell that she was pouting- or at least pulling some other ridiculous facial expression. Stupidly, I shrugged, forgetting for a long moment that I was on the PHONE an Erin couldn't SEE me.

I won't bore you with the details that were the rest of that night, but I will tell you that Erin and I were on the phone discussing other, rather superfluous things until about 10:30 PM. It wasn't that I wasn't curious to see whether or not this thing even had a hint of truth warped through it's ridiculous concept- it was just, on the off, off, OFF chance that it was the real deal- which it wasn't- it told Erin and I that we were going to DIE. What kind of fucked up website tells that to people?

Getting to sleep wasn't all too easy after that, either. It said that this stuff was going to happen at midnight. Despite all the 'deepest desires' bullshit that was being splayed everywhere on that page, the very thought of that poem made me uncomfortable- and frightened. So, I was thankful when I woke up. Alive. Alive and untainted by the bullshit that was some ridiculous first-website-coding result.

Annoyed, more at life than anything in particular, I rolled out of bed and aggressively pulled on my school clothes. Yes, we had a uniform. Did I neglect to mention that I was Australian? Well, I'm Australian. I'm Australian, and Erin and I still, despite being Australian, had plans to catch the train to school- which, now that I think about it actually has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that we are, in fact, Australian.
Yippee.

Now, catching the train wasn't something that I did leisurely, nor even something that I was forced to abide by on my daily and/or weekly schedule. This was a special occasion on which I agreed to babysit Erin on her train trip to school, because apparently, I need to accompany her everywhere despite the fact that we were very near fucking adults, and the concept of either of us needing somebody to come and catch the train as a provisional measure was completely and utterly insane. And stupid.
Also, Erin liked trains, a lot. Like, a LOT.

In fact, when I walked to join up with her- she was singing a horribly obnoxious song- I don't know if any of the people reading this are familiar with asdfmovie and/or the rather comical song 'I Like Trains', but Erin certainly knew it, and she made a point to sing it every time the scent, thought, scene or mood called for it.

"Got bad grades? I like trains!
Awkward date? I like trains!
Don't like trains?"
No points for guessing the next thing she belted out. Oh, look, you got the no-pointer.

"I LIKE TRAINS!" She shouted, which resulted in my head hurting. Really, REALLY hurting.
Stupid morning people.

-And, yes, I am completely and utterly aware that my writing tone and sarcastic nature leaves most people wondering if I'm an asshole all of the time, and the answer is, surprisingly, no. In fact, most of the time, I'm right up there on the silly scale with Miss Erin.
I can't exactly excuse my bland review of the night previous to this, but I can excuse this one by pointing out that it was the morning. I was pissed, not caffinated, and I absolutely hated trains. On the subject of the latter, I wasn't really sure why I hated trains as passionately as I did- but I have a sneaking suspicion it was due to Erin talking about how much she loved them all the time, and a flashback to my childhood where I would be forced into watching Thomas the Tank Engine replays. That fucking train has a face, and it's TERRIFYING. So excuse me for feeling an itty bitty bit uneasy.

The train arrived, oh-so conveniently AFTER Erin had finished her singing. While I tell you that both of us, indeed boarded the train, that the likelihood of either of us having anything close to a sixth sense was squashed down to a very ugly zero. See, with Erin still humming the same ridiculousness, we made our way to the last carriage, because, according to Erin- 'the last one is ALWAYS empty.' Half-way through our walk down the carriage aisle, Erin paused abruptly, turned and looked at me with this really enthusiastic expression.

"I remembered to write the poem from the site down!" She beamed, tugging a folded-up piece of paper out of the front pocket of her bag. Before I could lean over and take a good look at it, the train shivered, and let out a loud, frightening whine.

"What the fuck?" I managed to gasp, right before the train swerved a little too hard, and I fell back on one of the seats next to where I happened to be standing. Erin had grabbed the support beams in a panic, but still managed to get out a nervous laugh. The train didn't show any hits of slowing down, however, and the next swerve flung our carriage completely off the rails. I could hear screaming from the other passengers, who were meeting their fate ahead of Erin and I.

Muttering a line of profanities, I gripped on tight, and gave Erin a helpless, scared glance.

We were going to die.
I watched as everything became a blur- I was thrown back against the side of the train and barely managed to see Erin slam into one of the train poles, resulting in a splatter of blood covering my face. Even in my utter horror, I heard a loud, scary pounding from the outside of the train, screaming, and then- a crack. I felt Pain. Everywhere. I couldn't move.

Everything went black.