It's every fangirl's dream. To be a Mary Sue in a fanfiction. They all want to meet the characters, and in some cases, fall in love with them. I was no exception. I didn't want romance, though. Just adventure.
I thought all the time that I wouldn't mind being a Mary Sue. Sure, they were hard to read fanfictions about, but everyone wanted to be in that position. So, if a magical portal opened up right now, and took me into YuGiOh, I'd be happy! Or at least, I thought I would.
Nothing ever goes as planned, does it?
I'm an obsessive person, I'll admit that. When I get into a show, I get really into a show. Is that a bad thing? I didn't think so.
So I RolePlay. I think it's cool. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it has it's bad reputation and whatnot. What character am I? No no, that's for later.
But I did roleplay as a cannon character. Do you spell it cannon or canon? Eh, I'll let the reviewers correct me. What? Oh, no that's not an author's note. Because what I'm typing, even though I'm posting it as fanfiction, really happened.
Oh yeah, go ahead and laugh. Why would I post it as fanfiction? Well, would anyone else believe me long enough to read this? I didn't think so. I know, you don't believe me either, but hear me out. This is not like every other fanfiction. Oh, I'm sure the "idea" has been done before, but like I said before, this happened. It certainly didn't happen the way I wanted it to, though.
No, I didn't get my wish. I wasn't a Mary Sue. Oh, no. That would have actually been manageable and fun. No, this wasn't like that at all. And no, don't worry, this isn't going to be a 51295 chapter, 19530464894643 word adventure in which I make all the characters love me. No, that would have been too lucky.
So, how did I get there? Well, I'll start from the beginning. Oh Ra, it's starting to sound cliché already.
So, I was just there, in my bedroom, thinking about being a Mary Sue. Yes, yes, it was all very stereotypical.
No, actually I was roleplaying with a friend over Skype.
Why yes, I do stereotypical fangirl mary-sue things. No, that's not where this is going, pay attention.
No no, you can't know who I was Roleplaying as yet. I'll tell you that it's a cannon character. That's all.
It'll spoil the surprise.
It's going to be interesting to have my friends read this, since I haven't told them of this little adventure of mine yet. I doubt they'll believe me.
I'm not going to describe myself to you either, because then I really will be a Mary Sue. Yes, I look like a cannon character in some very man-made, purposeful ways. I told you, I wanted to be a Mary Sue. I just didn't get my wish. I will tell you that I'm female, but I'm assuming you already guessed that.
Anyways, as I was saying,
I was roleplaying. It was just some Saturday afternoon, on and off fun sort of stuff. A lazy day. Course, I wasn't feeling well that day. At the time, I had no idea why.
I hadn't felt like... myself... Oh, no I still was myself. For the moment. But I felt funny. Hot, (It was December!) and odd, and not entirely myself.
But I went right on with my roleplaying. Completely oblivious to what was ahead of me.
I was dizzy for a while after that.
Oh great, now my symptoms were adding up? Just great. It was hard to see. If I just sat there long enough, everything would fix itself, I knew it.
Oh, how wrong I was.
I was just about to type to my role-play-companion about how odd I was feeling, when darkness started to creep into the corners of my vision. Oh no, not now. I had seen that before. Right before I almost passed out. Nope, I would NOT pass out at my keyboard. I concentrated hard on the screen, and the black receded. Oh, come on. There was nothing wrong with me!
I couldn't shake the dizziness. What was this? Something else started to make its way into the corners of my vision again. Blue? That made NO sense. Alright, fine then. FINE. I'd just pass out. Right there.
At my computer. I knew my friend would kill me for it later, but I concentrated on NOT passing out, and typed "brb" into the chat window.
And then I let my eyes blur, and supposed I was going to pass out. Only, I didn't.
Alright, yes, I know, "Oh look! Mary Sue pretty magical girl transformation!" No. No, that DIDN'T happen. I wish it had.
So, the blue mixed with purple and black and filled my vision. Did I pass out? I wasn't sure. I could still feel myself breathing, so maybe I hadn't?
It was like a tunnel, I realized. The Doctor Who theme started playing in my head, but I quickly silenced it, trying to remember that this was a serious situation.
That's when it started. Like I said, this wasn't a "magical-girl-sugoi-kawaii-senpai-desu" transformation. No, this was real.
As I said, I could feel myself breathing. And my dizziness was gone, quickly being replaced by a headache. Was there a floor there? I suppose there would have had to been, or else it wouldn't make any sense... but even though I could tell I was standing up, and thus something was holding my weight, I couldn't tell you what the floor was made of, or what it looked like. All I saw was the tunnel. The tunnel all seemed to be moving around me, but I suppose I was standing still? Or, maybe I was moving and the tunnel was being still?
Either way, that mattered little compared to what happened next.
My headache subsided, much to my delight and slight confusion. That was fast.
And then came the pain. It wasn't exactly painful so much as it was extremely uncomfortable.
What the flip was going on? Did I do drugs? Surely I'd remember that? This was downright trippy. Like I had been on some kind of hippie drug.
My skin burned all over for a minute, and I was honestly more confused than I was concerned about the pain.
I was trying to decide what was happening to me, but it was hard to tell. There was pain everywhere, on and off.
I realized what was happening when I finally got the common sense to look down at my hands. Shifting. The actual bones, and muscles, and skin were shifting. It would have seemed absolutely disgusting if I wasn't preoccupied by the fact that it was horribly uncomfortable. What was this, anyways? I could swear my hands were just slightly bigger now. Not cool.
My head itched, and my hair felt different. Oh, oh not cool. I liked my hair. What was this? Now I was almost certain I had taken something, or someone slipped something into my drink. This absolutely could not be happening.
My stomach turned, and then my whole abdomen hurt. I nearly doubled over in pain, but then it stopped.
I was starting to dislike this greatly. When would this end? Oh please, let this trippy nonsense end.
Desperately at this point, I looked down at myself, needing information.
Ok, not cool. What? That didn't make any sense. I swear there was something missing.
Oh, come on! I know I made jokes, but I didn't exactly mean it!
I might have needed those someday! I would have sighed, if I wasn't still feeling so weird.
My lungs burned, and I felt hot all over. Everything felt odd, down to the bones and muscles of my face, to my teeth and my jaw.
My vision went blank, along with the burning in my eyes.
No, no not cool at all. I was starting to go from great dislike, to all out hate, of this situation.
My vision came back, blurry at first, and the first thing I did was look back down at myself. My clothes didn't even look right on me anymore. I wasn't even built the same. Well, all that pain had to be effecting something, I guess.
Sorry, but you wanted to know what really happened, right? I don't want to sugar coat the details. Being in a fanfiction, or wherever the flip I was, wasn't fun. It's not "Sugoi!" and it's not a magical girl adventure. Seriously, did you believe all of the fanfictions when they said it was all fun and games? Oh, just befriend Yugi, live in his house because Mary-Sue, and just flip up the plot line of the whole show at your own pace, all while trying to figure out how to get home? No. Not happening, Princess. You want to be in a fanfiction? Well, the road is hard, and it's not what you think. In fact, I don't think you want to be in a fanfiction. Just stay home and write a few.
Anyways, back to my pain.
Yes, I was still in pain. Well, it wasn't really pain, like I said before. More like extreme discomfort, and it hadn't ended yet.
I raised an odd feeling hand to touch my face. Oh, Flip. That didn't feel right at all. No, no no. Lowered the same hand to touch other places. No. No, this wasn't real. I wasn't falling through the flipping rabbit hole, into some kind of horribly painful version of wonderland.
I watched before my eyes as my clothes changed. Well, that was odd. It made me feel kind of creepy crawly. But at least these fit better... Oh gosh. They did. But why? I was trying to ignore the discomfort that was slowly subsiding but still there, on and off, everywhere.
Only when I groaned in some broken whiny form of agony did I notice the difference. Well, that did feel awkward, too. But that wasn't my voice. Not by a long shot. Not even remotely close. First off, that was a guy's voice. Oh.. Oh no... I was a guy?
What kind of awful horrible flipped up bit of hippie fairy magic was this? These things didn't happen in real life, right?! Wrong.
The voice was low even for a guy. My stomach turned again, this time in a mixture of complete horror and anxiety. What was happening? I needed to stop asking myself that, because I wasn't getting any answers any time soon.
I had no idea at that point, that it had anything to do with YuGiOh. I would figure out soon.
The awkward discomfort disappeared completely and I sighed in relief.
But that didn't last long.
I started to lose all feeling entirely.
I was still there. I could still tell I was in the same place as I was before, and I could still see everything. The blue tunnel. But I couldn't feel the wind against my face anymore. I couldn't feel myself breathing anymore. Was I breathing? I didn't feel the need to, anymore...
I started to consider the possibilities. Ok, so, maybe I passed out and was having some kind of horrible trippy dream? Maybe I had a fever? That must have been it. I had a fever and I was going to wake up in bed later, wondering where I was. That had to be it.
The tunnel had an end? Well then. Maybe something new would happen? I shouldn't have thought that, even to myself. I believe I jinxed it.
Why did I have to choose then to look at my hands again? Surely I couldn't have waited five minutes?
But no. I looked down at my hands in that moment, and cried out in surprise, which only surprised me more, considering that still wasn't my voice.
Transparent. Oh Ra. I was... that didn't even...
That's when I started putting two and two together.
Transparent...
That voice...
Those clothes...
Oh, oh I see. Totally a dream. A dream induced by a fever. Should I try to wake myself up? This dream was sort of unpleasant... I closed my eyes. Come on, come on, wake up. Just wake up, and this will all end.
No luck. Of course. I had to live some flipped up version of Alice In Wonderland first, right?
I really needed to stop jinxing myself. Seriously.
Heh. Leather pants. I was wearing leather pants. Ironic. What? Think I wasn't going to reference the abridged series this whole time? I told you, this "Story" really happened. I've seen the abridged, so I was thinking about it. Yes, I'm still saying that it really happened. Because it did. Why would I lie about this?
But of course, really being there wasn't like the abridged. Oh, and if you think that I magically became animated, I didn't. Nothing was. This was real. Is real, technically. Now you're looking at the publish date to see if it matches the time I mentioned, aren't you. "It just turned December this week! You can't have done all that!" Did I say it was this year? No. No I didn't. I didn't specify when this happened.
Anyway. Enough of my rambling. Back to me, realizing that I was not only no longer myself, but I wasn't at home, I wasn't in a dream, and I wasn't alive.
Oh yes, that little detail.
I came to that conclusion once before that, wondering if that was the cause of this whole thing, but I highly doubted that my clothes changing would have anything to do with it.
It's when I realized that I didn't need to breathe anymore that it really hit me.
I checked my wrist for a pulse. Strange. I could feel my other fingers over it, but it was muted. Like I was wearing gloves.
No pulse.
Oh gosh. Oh Ra. I was... I was...
I didn't have time to think about what I was, because I had come to the end of the tunnel, apparently. My vision sort of blurred again, at the end, but there was a room here?
It was a room. A room with stairs? I took a couple of unsteady footsteps further into the room as the tunnel completely disappeared. Well, fine then, tunnel. Just dump me. Leave me here, completely unaware of where I am, possibly of who I am, to fend for myself. I'll get you back later, tunnel. I'll sing the Doctor Who theme. Loudly. And I won't stop. Dooweeeoooooooooooooo-
I had to remind myself that not only could the tunnel not hear me, but if it could, it probably wouldn't care.
There were stairs everywhere. On the ceiling? I knew exactly where I was, but I really didn't want to admit it. A mirror. I needed a mirror. I sounded different, and honestly, even though I'd always wanted to sound like this, it freaked me out. So I had to see if I looked different to match. I felt all of that weirdness, so I assumed that I did look different. Which wasn't cool. I had to know what I looked like.
If I hadn't been rejecting my current reality, I could have guessed exactly what I looked like. I knew that voice well enough. I knew the clothes. I knew the place. But I was rejecting it all. Because of course, as much as I wanted it to be, it wasn't real. That's it. I'd gone crazy. I'd finally lost it. I was probably on my bedroom floor, laughing like an idiot right now.
But it all looked so real...
I turned to my right to find... a mirror. Well. That's convenient. I needed one, so it just happened to pop up exactly where I needed it? But of course, that's how soul rooms wor- No. I wasn't in a soul room. Especially not my own. Because this wasn't a fanfiction, and I was myself. In every way.
But the mirror completely crushed the words I was repeating in my head. That wasn't me. Not even close. I looked solid here. Interesting.
Well, if you haven't guessed it yet, I suppose I'll finally tell you who's face was staring back at me in the mirror.
Yami Yugi.