I VISERYS (ASOIAF GOT)-A Viserys SI

2019 Anno Domini

It had been a long day and I was waiting for a train to go home after my classes for the semester were over. I had just finished my final exams and I couldn't wait to start my summer. As I was musing over my plans for my vacation, a strange man in a black suit approached me.

"Excuse me sir my name is Rob, and I would like the chance to offer you a…"

"Sorry but I'm not interested in anything you're selling," I said curtly. Now I admit I sounded a bit rude but I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone at the moment since I was exhausted from all my finals I had taken.

"Oh that's alright sir thank you for your time," the man said politely. Despite his polite mannerisms alarm bells were going off in my head about this man so I decided to move away to a new seat. And just as I was about to put my stuff down, I saw a little boy about to fall onto the train tracks in pursuit of his runaway ball. I quickly rushed and grabbed him pulling him away to safety when the boy suddenly turned his head towards me with a cruel smile on his face. The next thing I knew the man in the black suit pushed me in front of the oncoming train.

I woke up with my arms and legs strapped onto some sort of contraption. I assumed I was on some sort of gurney in an operating theater. Perhaps I might I might just make it out of-

"I'm sorry sir but that's not what's going to happen to you today my good sir," a strangely familiar voice said to me.

Thankfully I was able to move my head, and I turned it and my eyes widened in fear for it was the man in the black suit in front of me. This serial killer is likely here to finish the job. I began screaming for a nurse and a doctor to come in and save me, but the man simply laughed and slapped me across the face.

"You idiot. I can't kill you since you're already dead," the man said as if it made perfect sense.

"That's not possible. I'm here in a hospital strapped to a gurney," I say in disbelief.

"This isn't a hospital kiddo, and you're not on a gurney," he said as he brought out a mirror to show me the truth.

My jaw dropped. I was strapped to some kind of machine with all sorts of weird cogs and electrical mechanisms that I couldn't really figure out the purpose of. The chrome paint job and weird art/deco style of the machinery made it seem like it belongs in a Men in Black Movie. …

"I'm not here to kill you. I'm actually here to offer you a proposition," the man in the black suit said.

"Wha..What is it?" I stuttered, terrified.

"You're familiar with the multiverse theory and how the different choices people make spawn an alternate universes depending on which choice they made right?"

"Why yes of course," I said not knowing where he was going with this.

"Well as it turns out a similar phenomenon happens with works of fiction. You see the more popular works, once they reach a critical mass of readership, weird things happen. The cognitive power behind many of these popular works produces various fanfictions, artwork, and adaptations which mess with the regular operation of the universe."

"But that makes no sense!" I yelled.

"It's something that can't be understood by the puny mind of a simple human like yourself. So I'll try and dumb it down as best as I can."

"We let off this pressure allowing for a self-contained universe to emerge based on this work of fiction. But the problem with this is that sometimes the undesired outcome emerges and since this universe is technically under my jurisdiction, I'm responsible for them. If anything goes wrong I don't want to make the Big G-man upstairs angry if you catch my drift."

"But how does this involve me!?"

"Well you see when things in these universes go awry we often select fans of the work who are knowledgeable about the event to try and fix it" he said.

"This doesn't mean what I think it does right?" I implored Rob.

"Unfortunately it does," the man said. "You see as an R-O-B which is short for Random Omnipotent Being, I have been delegated power to select humans who are bound for death and offer them a second chance especially if they are familiar with the source material of the new fiction based universe."

"But I was not bound for death!" I yelled at the man. "I had a life full of friends and family, and you ended that when pushed me onto the train tracks asshole!"

The ROB then cast his eyes downwards and said, "Actually your fate was sealed since that train was set to travel along a weak overpass that was set to collapse killing all on board. By pushing you I was able to save all those people and gained a viable candidate to be self-inserted into the new world. Of course if you don't want to do this then I can of course send you straight up to the big G-man upstairs for judgment. Of course if you take my offer you start off with a clean slate."

I thought about this for a moment. If the phrase "G-man" means who I think it does, then I'm not ready to face him. The idea of meeting my maker utterly terrified me and so I said, "I'll take your offer ROB."

He simply smirked and said, "they always do. Now we have a little time left so I can answer a few of your questions."

"Can you tell me what fictional universe I'm going to?" I asked.

"Sorry dude" ROB said.

"Is there any hints you can give me?"

"Beware of the raven, the spider and the mummer" he said as my vision faded to black.

Viserys I

297 AC Illyrio's Manse, Pentos

My head was throbbing throbbed with pain. I opened my eyes only to find that I wasn't in my room nor was in my own house. Upon closer inspection I realized that the bed wasn't my own. My blankets were nice but they were not made of silk. Especially something as lavish as this, decorated with what I presumed to be Dragons. In fact much of the furniture in this room was quite ornate and Dragon themed. I was getting creeped out by this, as none of these items in my room was what I recognized. In fact there were no modern appliances, outlets or electrical system of any was my family and are they alright? I was panicking but froze when I saw my reflection on the mirror. This was not my body! Furthermore I did not have pale skin nor did I have silver hair or purple eyes! In fact if I didn't know any better I'd say I looked like a Targaryen. But this was impossible. This must all be part of some weird drug fueled hallucination as a part of being high of medication in a hospital. And soon I'll awaken and get back to the real world. That whole incident with that ROB was just a figment of my imagination.

All of a sudden I heard some sort of door open, and a young girl who had the same silver hair and purple eyes as me came running towards me.

"Stay b..back whoever y…you are!" I croaked. Dear God my voice is British. Why the hell is my voice British. I'm an American dang it!

The girl then hugged me and started crying saying, "it's all my fault Viserys!"

Did she just call me Viserys!? No it can't be true. There's no way that I am a freaking Targaryen! But that's the only thing that made sense. The Dragon imagery and heraldry everywhere, the silver hair, and purple eyes were a dead giveaway for a Targaryen. Oh why in God's green earth am I in Westeros. But that girl called me Viserys. The only other person who fits this description is the Beggar King. If I am who I think I am then that means that this girl here is Daenerys Targaryen. Then I saw images of molten gold being poured on my head. A voice said menacingly "a crown for a King," and I screamed as darkness overtook me.