A/N: Okie dokie! This is my first ever story on FanFiction dot net. I'm sure that a lot of you readers out there have imagined stories or scenarios where you wanted to meet your favorite characters from anime/cartoons/games/movies/etc. right? You know, one of those self-insert stories? However, unlike most self-inserts, where you make yourself a godlike being who everyone loves and respects no matter what, this is not gonna be one of those stories. Fuck that!

The theme here is "wish fulfillment gone horribly wrong." Admittedly, I know I'm not good at conveying certain things or doing this and that when it comes to writing, but I hope this little experiment will help change that. Any comments or reviews would be really helpful.

And without further ado, let's get this show on the road!

Have you ever dreamed about entering one of your favorite works of fiction? Have you ever wanted to meet your favorite characters, hang out with them like you're the best of friends, and fight alongside them against the forces of evil?

Well, I'm pretty sure everyone's had such fantasies like that at one point in their lives, and I'm no exception. When I was a kid, I always dreamed about meeting some of my favorite characters like Goku and Mario. Stuff like that always made me squeal with joy. It proved how strong an impression these characters left on me, and I thought that life as I knew it would be more interesting if my favorite characters actually existed in the same world as me.

Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way. As a matter of fact, life right now is pretty shitty. We're still stuck in the middle of a pandemic and we have no choice but to wear masks in public and stay as far away from each other as humanly possible. Thousands of people have died from the virus going around, the economy's in dire straits, people have lost their jobs, and politics are flaring up at the moment. So much negativity to go around and then some, I know.

As for me, I've managed to find a job folding shirts in the meantime. Sure, it's not the most glamorous job out there, but when people are losing jobs left and right, you take anything that you get. Consider myself one of the lucky ones.

One of the ways I try to distract myself from reality right now is daydreaming about meeting my favorite characters. Yeah, as an adult, a lot of people may look at me and ask: "You're an adult and you still like to have these childish dreams?" Yeah, I'll admit, it's immature for someone my age, but I just can't help but be enamored by such dreams. Call me old-fashioned. Call me a romantic. But that's just the way I am.

Anyway, work has been pretty brutal right now. We're being swamped with orders in the hundreds, sometimes even a thousand, pieces per job. Sure, my recent paychecks have been pretty good, but combine long hours with lots of physical labor and slight mental strain, and you have one tired son of a bitch.

April 23, 2021: Friday – 9:00 PM

A suburb in New Jersey

"Argh! I'm…. finally home!"

Today was another one of those days. 8 hours of work plus overtime, thousands of shirts to fold and pack, and a 26-year-old geek about to collapse from exhaustion.

I slammed the door shut and head into the kitchen to grab a drink, but not before I hear my dogs, Riley and Diesel, running down the steps to greet me.

"Hey puppies. Have you been good? Has J taken good care of you while I was gone?" I bend over to pet them and have them lick my face. There's something about the unconditional love of a dog that's soothing, to say the least.

It would be nice to have a sit with my mom and stepdad and talk our troubles away, but sadly, the two of them went out somewhere. Wonder where they went? Right now, it's just me, my brother Jared, and the dogs in the house. Oh well, it can't be helped. I took my drink and drudged up to my room.

I threw off my clothes, hopped into bed, turned on the TV, and watched some of my anime DVDs for the next few hours. Mercifully, we didn't have to do overtime this weekend, so I can do nothing but sit around the house and relax.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to fall asleep. Sleep. That's all I need right now. Just wanna forget my weekly woes and drift off into dreamland.

I fought against my body's desire to relax by forcing my eyes to stay open a couple times, but that was for naught as my mind…. slowly…. drifted…. away…. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Mmm mmm. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz."

"…..yorg nik ach shamlox."

"Mmm….."

"Yes master, I've successfully retrieved the subject you've chosen."

"Mmm….. Wha….. What's all that racket?"

Usually, I'm a pretty light sleeper. Any kind of noise, be it loud or quiet, is enough to wake me up. Of course this should be an exception. My body felt so heavy and my mind unwilling to break off from the sleep from all that work today, but this noise was something else. Slowly, I began to wake up to the sound of two people in the middle of a conversation. At least I think that's going on. My vision's a little blurry at the moment. The one person is clearly speaking in English, and the other is talking in some weird, alien language I've never heard before. I can barely make out what they're talking about. Is this a dream?

Not long after, I completely opened my eyes and my vision started getting clearer, with the figures of the two "people" coming into full detail.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck?"

I quickly rubbed my eyes and looked back at them again. I can't believe what I'm seeing here!

To my left, there was a normal-looking guy dressed in a pinstripe suit, hat, and round sunglasses, like he was some kind of old-school gangster or something. He kinda looked like Judge Doom in a way, but I digress. Was this guy even human? He looked like one from what I can tell, but I don't know for sure.

As for the second guy, to my right, it was some weird….. thing. To be honest, I'm having a hard time making this guy out. He… she… it clearly wasn't human. It looked like some kind of giant mass made out of….. space? Like, it was either made of space itself or an image of space is being reflected off its surface. I can't tell. Its "space" was extending from its body into multiple tendrils, swaying from side to side. Freaky! And oddly enough, it appears to be mounted on some kind of giant wooden chair, placed before a giant wooden desk with a giant quill pen sitting in a giant bottle of ink on top.

Just what the hell was going on here? Was this a dream? Normally I'd dismiss something like this as one of those weird dreams I have from time to time. We've all had dreams that make us go "What the fuck?" or "What was that all about?" We've all been there at least once. Problem was, this was a very realistic-looking dream. And I don't think pinching myself will solve this situation.

I slowly got up from my bed and proceeded to walk towards the two strangers.

"Hello? What's going on here? Who are-"

*thwack*

"Ow! What the hell was-" I slowly pushed my hand in front of what I just walked into, touching a solid surface. "-that?"

It was glass. I quickly looked all around and saw that I was under some kind of glass dome.

Man, I was so not in the mood for games right now.

"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me? What the hell is this? HEY!" I banged on the glass as hard as I can, hoping in vain that they would hear me. But no dice. Is this dome sound-proof? That can't be right. I was able to hear these guys' conversation, or at least some of it. So what's the problem? Can I hear them, but they can't hear me? Is this some kind of magical bullshit?

Great. Just fucking great. As if I need to feel like a lab rat in the middle of an experiment.

Before I could gripe in even more frustration, I started to hear more of their conversation.

"glurg niik chin bok wuul," the space-creature continued. "Yurk snorf elk qwana ork."

"Yes master. I shall start the preparations at once," said the mysterious man.

What are these guys planning to do with me anyway? Make me their slave? Harvest my organs? Kill me? Oh man, my mind is going into overdrive right now. As if I need to feel more stressed and anxious than I already am. I can feel myself breaking into a nervous sweat here.

Before my mind could continue to flood my thoughts with unpleasant images, the mysterious man turned toward me and clapped his hands twice.

Before I knew it, the glass dome was gone. Not long after, I couldn't feel my feet touching solid ground anymore. I looked down.

"What the…. hell?"

I'm floating! I'm honest-to-god floating! How is this happening? Is the man doing this or the blob? Dammit, this is no time to be impressed!

"Whoa! Put me down! Put me-WHOAAAAAA!" Before I could even finish my sentence, I was suddenly pulled toward the space-creature, and I was still helplessly floating in the air. Then, it began to speak once more.

"Korr qig vin nis pol knit tum null ros tabos. Nig shiik para guun!"

As if on cue, a dim glow enveloped my entire body.

"You…. you bastard! What are you doing to me?"

With my words once again falling on deaf ears, the glow surrounding me slowly grew brighter. My vision of the space-creature was started to get drowned out by the light.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" I screamed. The light turned into a flash, as my screams were slowly muffled out into silence. I tried opening my mouth to make a sound, but I couldn't hear myself. My vision went completely black, with the space-creature no longer in sight. It was like I was floating around in an endless void, unable to do anything to save myself from this twisted nightmare.

"Please….. please. Just let me wake up…. from this…." I thought to myself, before suddenly drifting off to sleep once more.

Why is this happening to me?