A STORY TO END THEM ALL

by RubberChickenFY

This story is not for the faint of humor or heart. Some of lesser, yet still known, stories are mashed up and thrown together with a twist of a rubber chicken, overly depressed Beck, half-chicken half-lost Tori, a Police Officer David, and an all-knowing Sikowitz... what else could a story need? Rated T because lord knows what might happen

1. Preface

Tori's POV

The first day of school: a time where each group of friends reconnect and ramble on and on about their crazy summers and how much they miss each other. Everything is as it should be, that is, unless you are the new girl whose father is the crazy acting teacher and the only person you've ever really talked to, other than your father, is one of your father's many students. Yeah, I'm more or less screwed.

"Are you sure I'm supposed to be here dad? I mean these kids are crazy talented and I'm just me, talentless Tori with a dream of making it big, which will never happen." I sigh and slump into one of the many student chairs. My chestnut hair rests on the top of my head in a half-hearted bun and my glasses slowly slip down the bridge of my nose.

"Victoria, darling, don't say those things. You are just as talented as the students that walk these halls; you just haven't been able to unleash your potential. You need to believe in yourself, no matter how cliché that sounds." He rests a hand on my shoulder and I groan. I'm not mad because I think he is being unreasonable, I'm mad because I know that he is right and this is the only way for me to ever fit in.

"One last thing… Why is there a rubber chicken and why does it look like it's staring into my soul?" I awkwardly change my posture and push myself off the chair.

"Oh, that thing? It belongs to a student of mine. Now Tori, you are going to see a lot of weird things outside of this door. You will be tempted to think that you are seeing copies of the same people floating around, but keep in mind that outside of this room, you are entering the halls of the multi-verse of Hollywood Arts. Try to keep to your own stories. Or else you might change the way in which the stories exist."

"Um… okay…" I say before walking out of the room and straight into a world which I have ever seen before.

A/N: I know that this is an extremely short chapter to post, but If I go any further you would enter the first chapter. Please leave me all your hate in the comments, I would love to read all of it. Until next time, RubberChickenFY

Disclaimer: I own nothing because Beck owns me.