A/N: Okay, this is actually a crossover of many fandoms, I just couldn't list all of them. I chose two of the major ones so, sorry if you were looking for an action packed SNK fanfiction, cause you won't find one here!

"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! It's now time for the one, the only, ( seriously, he's the only one, I don't know why he chose this job) give it up for Tom Dease, your Fandom Death Psychologist!"

The red curtains of the semi- large auditorium raised, many of people's favorite fandom characters sitting in the velvet seats either looking bored or intent on listening. Pink and yellow lights rimmed the outline of the stage, making all the characters feel awkward about the "death psychology" part of it. Nothing says death like inspiring posters and pretty rainbows.

Tom emerged from back stage, and was met with applause, then motioned for everyone to quiet down.

"Were you stabbed, shot, or even died for no reason? Well guess what? I'm here to tell you how to cope with your death, or a friends! Here at our fandom death psychology camp, all characters are welcome, except for the unwelcome characters. Specifically Professor Umbridge. We're all about happiness and smiles, and with our help, you can get back on track. Possibly even be hired for another book or TV show."

A small projector screen rolled out and began playing a commercial for the camp. The video began with Castiel walking along a brick pathway lined with flowers.
"In Supernatural, I died many times." He said smiling. "I always thought that the TV show hated me, and wanted to kill me over and over again. Here at fandom death psychology camp, I learned that the reason why I was always brought back was because the fandom loved me." Castiel winked, then added, "it also helped me with my fears, too. Prime numbers are no longer intimidating. And I love Guinea pigs even more. Who knows? This camp might be just for you."

The image changed to a blue screen filled with tiny information written all over it, and a phone number. A deep voice began to speak quickly.

"To join fandom death camp, call 777-777- DEATH. Do not join fandom death camp if you are allergic to angel feathers, wands, swords, anime, lightsabers, Titan steam, Katniss singing to Rue, tears, demon blood, sonic screw drivers, detectives, virtual video games, adventures, guns, orcs, addicting TV shows, binge watching, or the force. Please do join if you have a deep hatred for Umbridge, and or other characters like her banished from their fandom."

It went black and the projector screen rolled up.

Tom walked back to the center of the stage, and took out a note pad from his back pocket.

"Now I'm going to begin listing the most possible ways that a character could be killed. Alright, has anyone been impaled by a unicorns horn after falling of a three story apartment building because they were shoved of by a pink zombie clown?"

Sam Winchester shuddered, but nobody raised their hand.

"OK," Tom said, "one done, two thousand five hundred sixty-three to go."

The list went on for about two hours, and no one raised their hand until number one thousand nine hundred seven.

"Has anyone been smashed into building rubble by a fifteen meter Giant?"

Eren Jaeger raised his hand.

"Oooooh, sorry about that," Tom said. "At least you're still alive. How'd you survive?"

"I went like this: AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!"

Everyone covered their ears.

"I'M GONNA KILL ALL THE TITANS! AAAARRRRGGGHHH! And then suddenly I was a Titan."

There was silence for a couple seconds, then Tom wrote something on his note pad.

"OK, moving on."

Finally, after another hour and a half, the list ended with 15 potato guns being shot at your head simultaneously while being slammed into by a four wheeler.

Darth Vader, finally losing his patience, got up and started to leave.

"Hey, Vader, why are you leaving?" Tom said.

"I find your lack of sanity disturbing," Vader replied, then continued on his way.

"Awwwwww, dad," Luke Skywalker complained, "Just stay a little longer, please?"

"Sorry son, I gotta go teach the new sith in Star Wars seven how to be better bad guys. I'll see you at the psychology camp's cafeteria. Tonight's Taco night!"

"Speaking of food," Tom said, "It's time for our lunch break!"

Most everyone cheered, except for Sasha Blouse, who ran out the door screaming, "FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" L followed her out muttering under his breath, "I hope they have cake."

A/N: Yaaaaaaaaaay! First chapter done. Okay, so I think I did pretty well on this, and I thought it was funny. If you have any good Ideas, you can PM me. Flames are also welcome as long as they give me advice to help the problem. If you like it, please leave a favorite and follow me. And I think that's it sooooo, Bye!