They both stared at me for the longest time, none of us saying anything at all. The tension was high, to the point where we were drowning in it, you'd be able to cut it with a butterknife. It was like time had frozen, and not in the 'Let it go' sense... Nobody said a thing, letting the information sink in.

Nezumi snickered, breaking said silence and gaining both Shion and myself's attention, before it grew into a full on hysterical and insane laughter, where he was hitting the couch he sat on, desperately gasping for air as his face began to turn red. "That's gold!" Nezumi said, gasping again, "You'd get a job at the theatre with that act!"

"Nezumi..." Shion started, turning to the mouse boy, his tone was that of a wife who was trying to shut up their husband. "This's serious!"

"Don't pour water on me again!" Nezumi said through his laughter!

I ship it...!

"You're insane if you think I'd believe you!" Nezumi continued, falling on his side and hitting the couch even more. He finally stopped, his laughter dying down, then walked out the door, grabbing his jacket and scarf, snickering every now and then, leaving Shion and I to stare at the closed door he left from.

The two of us blinked from complete and utter shock.

Twice.

After a while, I snapped out of the afore mentioned shock, and was finally able to speak. "He thinks I'm insane... doesn't he...?" I mumbled to myself, rubbing my face and sitting on the old bed. It creaked from my weight. "Finally, someone realised I was..." I joked more towards me than anyone else, chuckling slightly to myself. It was funny to me, okay!

Shion turned towards me, concern lacing his expression, "Are you alright?" He asked, walking up to me and sitting next to me.

I brought my face away from my hands, looking up at the niveous haired boy, before nodding with a sigh, a small smile gracing the features of my face, "I'm fine. Actually, I'm surprised you even believe me." I said, standing up and going to rummage through the food Nezumi and Shion had, going about my way to cook one pot stew.

"When I was a student they made us study everything until we were twelve, from then on we would have been allowed to choose what we wanted to study." Shion explained, "One of the things I studied when I was about eight was space and time, and it was hinted at that there were other dimensions, so it's not that hard to believe."

I nodded, "The 'Other Worlds Theory', right?"

Shion hummed, "Yeah, that's the one."

Finally finding some meat and veggies to cook with, I turned towards the coffee table to place them on, they were obviously on a plate. "You're not gonna ask a lot of questions?" I asked, turning to Shion for a moment, before going to cut some carrots.

"I have so many, I don't know what to ask..." Shion chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"How about the one that's nagging you the most?" I asked, putting the meat in the pot, letting it brown for a bit, before adding onions.

By the time Nezumi came back, I'd answered nearly all of Shion's questions and explained I was an aspiring writer, and that there were probably others like me out there. I told him the exact differences between my reality and his, from the history to cultural norms and current events that were happening. He seemed really interested, and when Nezumi stepped through Shion asked his final question.

"Why are you here?"

Nezumi closed the door rather loudly when Shion finished.

I looked down, gathering my thoughts and figuring a way to answer, and breathed in some courage, "I went to a Teen Writers Camp, and the company hosting it lied to the group I was in, telling us they were going to publish our work, but..." I breathed in shakily, "it turns out we were just part of their twisted experiments..."

"And what's worse, my family don't know, I haven't been able to contact them yet, and they won't recognize me! I look like the first character I created now...!" My knuckles were white by the time I'd finished, I was desperately trying to keep the tears in. I hated crying... it made me feel weak and horrible, and I hated how my throat hurt as well!

Shion rubbed my back in a soothing manner, telling me it would be okay. I finally calmed down, luckily without shedding any tears. Shion turned towards Nezumi, and stood up, a serious expression placed on his face, "Nezumi, I really think you should listen to Iro's explanation!" He encouraged, "I know you'll believe her!"

Nezumi looked towards me for a moment, then turned to Shion again, "Like I'd believe an insane person."

I was about to retort something back at him, when a syringe landed in my hands, making me blink as I looked at it. The liquids hue would change, first red, then going through different colours until it turned purple, and did so for other colours. I shivered at the horrid, frightening, and fresh memory of having something exactly like that sticking in my skin, not to mention multiple times! Vaccinations are gonna be so much fun when I get back home.

... if I get back home...

I was about to throw it away, when there was a buzzing coming from my bag. It continued, and sounded familiar, before stopping for a few seconds and starting again. This happened until I realised why that sound was familiar, and I went searching through the bag. I found it weird that things like electric guitars, katanas, my laptop, a mirror, and other things that were seriously weird were inside it, or even able to be held in it, considering the bag was tiny, but finally found my phone! I didn't check the caller ID and just answered the stupid thing.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice desperate. This could be my last hope and chance to get back home!

"Ah! Seems I've finally found the right number..." A woman's voice said, laughing slightly, I could hear her smirk on the other line. "Remember me?"

My eyes widened when I realised who she was. "You're the..."

"Put the phone on speaker, so we can prove you aren't entirely insane." The woman said, waiting for me to do as told. Once I had, I placed my phone on the worn out coffee table, along with the syringe, and the woman started talking. "So, Nezumi, was it? Let me get this straight..." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, "You're saying that my experiment is insane?"

"Experiment...?" He whispered, as if testing the word. It seemed awkward, the way Nezumi said experiment, I couldn't really explain why though. It just... was?

"Yes, experiment." She finalised, I imagine she nodded. "My name's Selina, and no, I wasn't a teenage witch. I'm the one who brought the writer to your world." I heard her walking around, it sounded like she had high heels on, and then started typing something on a computer, before something that sounded like a printer started doing whatever it was programmed to do, I couldn't tell if it was copying or printing...

"So let me get this straight." Nezumi said, sitting on the couch and leaning towards the phone slightly, "You're wanting to tell me that I'm a fictional character?"

"Well... to me, yes." Selina said, "The author that 'created' you just had a vision into your world. Things like books, movies even, are just visions into another world that could have been ours, and the people that write or share their visions just call their visions book and/or movies."

"My scientific team just discovered this, and realised that some authors, if the right D.N.A is awakened and, if need be, changed slightly, are able to, quite literally, turn into their characters, no matter the gender. They'd become the ultimate weapon, we'd be able to stop wars with these kids! Get help to those in dire need of it! The camp was just a setup to test and see who were capable to do this, and the girl before you has just transformed into one of her many characters."

More typing was heard, then Selina sipping at what I presumed was coffee, "God I need a holiday..." She groaned out. "Ugh... I think I'm coming down with a cold..."

"I wish I could bitch slap you..." I mumbled, my fingers twitching slightly at the urge. This woman forced me to take part in her experiments, turned me into my character, all without my permission, and this bitch was complaining about coming down with a goddamn, mother fucking cold?

"I heard that." Selina said, "Anyway, the contents in that syringe need to be in your body sooner rather than later, or you'll die Be-"

"Iro!" I shouted, cutting her off.

"Whatever, 'Iro', as I was saying, if you don't, you're gonna die, painfully might I add." Selina explained to me, "The medicine in the syringe will make your body stable, and able to take the changes your body will take on."

I looked at the syringe, cringing at the thought as I bit my lip, I seriously didn't want to do this, and I had a good reason to not want to as well. I sighed, and picked it up.

"Put the syringe up to your neck, it'll be easier to get the medicine into your bloodstream." Selina advised, it sounded like she was stacking paper on her side.

I held the syringe up to my neck, getting ready to put whatever was inside it in my bloodstream, my hand shaking to the point I thought I'd miss. I finally inserted the needle of the syringe, flinching at the pain, and slowly pushed the plunger to put the chemicals in my body, my eyes stinging from unshed tears and a burning pain in them. I pulled the syringe away once the content was in my body, and opened my eyes that I hadn't noticed were closed so tightly.

"What's the colour of her eyes?" Selina asked.

"They're going through different colours..." Shion said in awe, making me blink at him.

Uhh... What?

"Now they're red." Nezumi said, "Iro and Shion could be siblings, they look so alike."

"Good, that's what the information says on my screen..." Selina said, "Oh, and Shion, before you ask, when it does happen, Iro, the character, has eyes that change when she wants them to."

"What do you mean...?" Shion asked from confusion, though that made sense, my characters were complex and an explanation like that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg.

"Iro...?" Selina said, sighing.

"It's just something that tells others that're like her what she is." I explained as I played with my nails, blushing a bright red. I'd always get embarrassed when I talked about my stories, I couldn't help it... "She's supposed to be a shapeshifter."

"Oh..." Shion said, looking down.

"Hmm... I feel like I'm forgetting something that I need to tell you..." Selina mumbled, tapping her nails on a hard surface. "Whatever! I would remember if it was important!"

"If this has to do with me then I'm guessing it's important!" I exclaimed, glaring at my phone.

"I'm getting a bit of hostility over here, so could you just take it back a notch?" She mocked.

"Well, as much fun this was, I need to get going. There's a lot more research to be done, and I need to make your new medicine, too." Selina said, it sounded like she stood up. "See ya!"

And with that, she hung up on us...

My eyes traveled over to Nezumi, "Believe me now?" I asked, leaning in closer, and taking my phone, turning it off and putting it in my bag.

"Um... yeah..." Nezumi said, looking away.

I turned my attention to the stew, Shion and I had left it to simmer and cook for a bit, though it seemed ready now. I smiled to myself and walked over to it, the stinging in my eyes fading away, and lifted the lid from the pot, breathing in the delicious smells.

"So..." I started, "who wants dinner?"