I don't own One Piece

What the hell was going on? My head spun and pounded. Obviously, something wasn't right, but I just couldn't figure out what. My left hand rested on the book I'd found in the hidden section of the library, a large leather bound tomb with a sprawling sun carved into the cover. My right hand was thrown out as if to catch myself.

The world spun around me, a strange humming filling the air. A strange golden mist obscured my vision. What the hell? It was like how one would imagine Alice's trip through the looking glass, hazy and more than a bit uncertain.

The world stopped spinning and the mist gave one last swirl before dissipating. I was left alone in a darkened corner in a room lit only by candles. I looked around and felt my jaw drop.

The room I was in was large, cluttered with tables and chairs. Along the walls were ledges with candles lined on top of them. Four small round cast iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling in a line from door to back wall. The large front windows were covered with just as large thick maroon curtains. Across the room was a doorway that led to another room very similar to the main room, but with booths and prettier chandeliers. I glanced towards the back of the room which had a long counter and display case filled with mouthwatering pastries and pies. Behind the counter was space enough for the baristas to move around preparing orders and the what not. Beyond that was the grey swinging door that led to the kitchen. The Wicked Wick Café, but how?

Wicked Wick Café was something I'd created for a modern One Piece au that hadn't gotten off the ground. The premise behind it had been just a haven for writers or people who liked dark more secluded place, or vampire fans. All the candles were bought from Mr. 3, who was a regular customer. I looked around for him and found him in the corner diagonal from my own, closer to the door.

I shook my head. This was beyond wacky. This was beyond weird. Hell, this was beyond crazy. What was I doing here?

"Obviously, you have some questions."

I jumped at the sudden voice. "Look down you idiot." The voice hissed. I followed its directions and looked down at my left hand. The book was warm under my hand and maybe the fact it was no longer a book would explain that. Instead under my palm was some kind of strange orange pixie chibi thing. The skin was kissed by the sun, the eyes were narrowed and the color of the Mediterranean Sea, and the hair was down around the ears and a nice sandy color. They were dressed in an orange robe. I snatched my hand away.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

The pixie chibi thing pulled a face. "I am the spell book." They announced.

"Uh-huh and I'm apparently on crack." I replied.

The pixie glared. "No, you're not. You read a spell from me and now we're here."

"And where the hell is here?"

The pixie shrugged. "I don't know. Somewhere of your creation." Well no shit.

"What spell did I supposedly read?"

"A spell to get past writers' block."

"Wait no, I remember that. It wasn't a spell. It was a poem about a writer's struggle with her own stories." I argued.

"If it was in my book then it was a spell and you read it aloud so here we are." Damn it! No! What the hell?

"What's the counter spell?"

"There isn't one."

"Then how do you break the spell?"

"You let it play out."

"How does it play out?"

The pixie shrugged again. Gods above and below I wanted to strangle them. "It depends on the writer. You must be inspired."

"Well that should be easy. Everything inspires me."

The pixie shook their head. "Not like that. You must write, mold the world we've entered. Write until you are free from it, thus breaking the block."

"But it's not my world to mold. This is a fanfiction! I just took what was already there and twisted it."

"So, twist it some more until it pops!" The pixie proclaimed. I scowled. Oh, I wanted to pop something and it wasn't the world.

"Gods above and below do you suck." I groaned.

"Well excuse me! See if I help you now."

"You weren't helping me in the first place!"

"Rude!"

"Well so are you!"

I couldn't believe I was arguing with some pixie chibi thing that claimed to be a spell book. I slid weakly into the nearest chair and let my head drop to the table before cushioning it with my arms. What the hell was I going to do? I wasn't even into One Piece at the moment. I'd cycled out temporarily in favor of Parks and Rec. I was several chapters behind.

Damn it! Why the hell had I been so stupid? I knew better. You didn't read aloud, ever, and especially if it looked like poetry or a spell book. That was one of the big rules, right up there with don't screw with a Ouija board!

And now because I hadn't followed the rules I was stuck here until I wrote something. I lifted my head from the table with a sigh. Obviously, I needed to make nice with the pixie. I wouldn't survive without them.

"is this all that exists of this world?"

"Until you write more."

"So, whatever I write happens?"

"Yep."

"Any boundaries?"

"You're supposed to figure that one out on your own."

I nodded. That made a certain degree of sense. "And you're like my guide? Stuck with me until I break the spell?"

"Unfortunately."

I grimaced, the pixie's response was totally warranted, but damn, if I had any ego that would have hurt. As it was it still stung.

"Look, I'm sorry about everything I was just a little freaked."

"Well you took it better than some of the people I've met." The pixie conceded.

I smiled. "I'm Ash, you?"

"Azrael."

"Like the angel?"

Azrael nodded. Well damn, that was totally going to mess with my head. I mean Azrael certainly didn't look like an angel, more like some personification of the zodiac sign Leo or the god Apollo.

A napkin with a phone number scribbled in one corner was sitting on the table. I dragged it to me and flipped it over, the back was blissfully blank. I pulled a pen out of my jacket pocket and started writing, nothing big or elaborate. Just some world building to get me on my feet, a place to stay, a steady paycheck, things I was going to need if I was stuck here for a while, which I figured I would be.