Chapter 1-The First Chapter

"Are you awake yet?"

Zach heard the voice, but wasn't able to respond. He was lying on his back, and his eyes, which he was trying to force open, were informing him that it was far too bright.

"Are you awake yet?"

Zach racked his brain, trying to remember what had happened before now. It was all too hazy, nothing was coming back to him.

"Are you awake yet?"

Okay, that was getting really annoying. Oh, something was coming back to him! Zach remembered sitting down and typing something...What was he typing?

"Are you awake yet?"

Zach made a mental note that once his arms started working, he would have them injure whatever was making that noise. Now, what was he starting to type? It was some kind of story...His eyes had adjusted enough to the light to open a bit. He saw that the walls of the room he was in were wooden. The entire room seemed fairly medieval. A bald old man with a small beard sat by his bed.

"Oh, you're awake", the man said. "I found you and your friend outside of my house unconscious. I've been sitting by your side since then. It's been about a day and a half."

"You've been asking me if I was awake for a solid day and a half?". Zach groggily asked. "Don't you have a life?"

"Not really.", the man said "My job is to pretty much sit here and give you some exposition..."

"Wait...That's your job?', Zach mumbled sleepily. "That doesn't make any sense."

More was coming back to him now. He shook his head to try and wake himself up.

"I'm Frederick, by the way.", the man said. "What's your name?"

"I...I'm Zach.", Zach said. He thought he understood what was going on. "This all seems kind of familiar."

"Your name is Zach? What an odd-sounding name.", Frederick said.

"Okay, something's definitely wrong here.", Zach murmured. "Waking up without any memories...Either I've been trapped in a video game, or I just got hit with one hell of a date rape drug...Well, my ass doesn't hurt, so I'm probably in a video game. That makes sense."

"I see by your attire that you two are travelers"

"Okay, I've heard that before...Lyn! That's right! I'm in some version of Fire Emblem!"

"Would you share your story with me?"

Zach crawled out of the bed.

"No, no, man. Look, I'm really grateful you helped us, but I really have to go.", he said, but then stumbled and fell over. "Or I should share my story. That works too."

"Wait for just a minute.", Frederick said, then turned to a bed on his other side. Inside the bed was Zach's cousin, Matt. "Are you awake yet?"

"Damnit.", Zach thought. "Okay, so I sat down and I started typing...something...And now I'm apparently in a video game. Wait a second...It's coming back to me...Oh, shit."

"Are you awake yet?"

"Damnit, I'm in a fanfiction.", Zach said aloud. "Hey. Uh...Frederick? I'm kinda starving. Do you have anything I can eat? Maybe some water?"

"Oh, of course!", the old man said. "I'll put some stew on."

He got up and walked into an adjoining room. Zach got up to his knees and slapped his cousin's cheek. Slowly, the boy's eyes opened.

"Zach? What's going on?", he asked slowly.

"Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but I think we're in a Fire Emblem fanfiction."

Matt didn't say anything.

"Matt? Are you okay?", Zach asked, concerned.

"Are you high out of your goddamned mind?", Matt asked laughing, but then he coughed. "I feel like shit."

"Okay, there's this guy named Frederick that's helping us. He's making stew right now."

"Why would we be in a fanfiction?!"

"I think it's my fanfiction."

"You write fanfiction?"

"Well, this is my first one. I thought the story was funny enough to make it worth it. It was gonna be a parody."

"What's it about?"

"It's about seven teens that get stuck in the Fire Emblem universe. It's you, me, and five of my friends."

"Frickin' irony.", Matt scowled. "Are you saying this is your fault?"

"Um...It might be, yeah. But how was I supposed to know writing it would make it happen?!"

"I don't know! Hell, I don't know half of what's going on at all! What is Fire Emblem!?"

"It's that strategy game we played at my house, remember?"

"Oh, that game sucks."

"Screw you."

"Bite me."

"Suck it."

"Nerd."

"Dumbass."

They were interrupted by Frederick standing in the door with two steaming bowls.

"The stew is ready.", he said, then turned to Matt. "Oh, you're awake."