Disclaimer: I, Autumn, do not own any fandom that is seen at any point in this fanfic. They all belong to their particular creator. Furthermore, I do not own the idea for this fanfic. That belongs to Camilla Sandman (AKA: Miss Cam), the writer of the Official Fanfiction University of Middle Earth. She also owns Mini Balrogs (with the exception of my own, the valaer). The owner of Mini Aragogs is Meir Brin (writer of the Hogwarts Fanfiction Academy). The Realm O' Crossovers, however, belongs to me. As does my brainchild and fanwriter, Carrie Herman (if a real person exists with this name, this is not them). And so does the mysterious Lord of Crossovers (AKA: the headmaster of OFUC). More disclaimers will appear throughout this fanfiction.

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In the beginning...

Somewhere deep within the heart of the United States of America, there lived a girl. She sat in her room at her computer. She opened AOL, and signed on. A ridiculously annoying voice announced, "Welcome! You've got mail!"

She opened her inbox with some trepidation, and looked at the subject line. "Yes! More reviews!" the female homo sapien squealed. "I knew that those losers were wrong about my ficcie! Who wouldn't love the gorgeous daughter of Remie-poo and Galadriel?!" She clicked on the review and read it. Its contents were devastating to the fangirl's oversized ego. "What a loser! I can't believe that so many people don't know good fanfiction when they see it!"

The next review, however, was not so bad. It read:

Wowowow!!11! DiS fIccIe Iz So0o0o WoUnDrFlL!!11!!u hev 2writ moremoremore!!11!!111i cant wate 2c hoo Celothiwen choozeZ!!1!!11i wood chooz Leggie-poo tho... PLZ UPD8 SOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!111!1!!!!11!11

Carrie beamed. This was exactly the inspiration she needed. She closed AOL, and opened Word. Her fingers clacked on the keyboard as she typed out the last chapter of her story. 'This is going to be an awesome ending. It is like so going to rock!'

She was about a quarter of the way done when a long hairy something smacked her hand away from the keyboard. She turned around and screamed at the sight of a four-foot-tall spider and a flaming, demonic, winged thing. "Mom! Dad! Mike! Where are you?!" But, of course, as fate would have it, none of them were home so no one answered her desperate cries.

"Silly fangirlses, there is no oneses heres to hearses youses," the spider admonished her. She screamed again.

"Please stop screaming. It hurts our ears. Just fill outs the form," the demon sighed. It handed her a slightly charred package of papers. She opened them curiously and a form fell onto her floor, along with other things. She grabbed a pen and started to fill out the form.

"What's my name? Carrie Herman... Age? 16... Species? What the hell? Well, if they must ask, then I'll be an um...nymph! Luxury item? My laptop and my Harry Potter DVDs of course... What fandoms do I write for? Um Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings... How well do I know the canon? What's canon? Were the fandoms made into movies? Yes... Did I like the movies better? I never even read the books. What a waste of time when I could just as easily turn on my DVD player." It went on like this for a while. One might wonder why this, quite obviously, somewhat unstable person would ever be allowed near a computer, but alas, we have no control over it. Until now at least...

"Okay, I'm done!" she said tiredly, one hour later. She handed the form back to the fiery demon, ignoring the warning at the bottom that stated:

Let us say that you and all of your fellow fanwriters are mosquitoes (rather annoying ones at that). Any damage that may happen to mosquitoes is the mosquitoes' own fault. If a mosquito accidentally gets trod upon, it is not OFUC's fault. I agree to not sue OFUC for any reason.

The demon took it from her moodily, and flew up to her shoulder. It grabbed her by the end of her poorly bleached hair, and lifted her up. She screamed in pain and struggled, "What are you doing to me?! Help me!" The spider jumped on the demon's back, wrapping its silky web around her neck. They cackled evilly, and the demon flew away.

Away, away, away they flew, through the darkness, and into the storm. They reached a black castle in the middle of a strange land. It wasn't particularly frightening, just odd. It seemed to be unable to make up its mind as to what it looked like. This was the Realm O' Crossovers.

"Put me down you stupid...things!" Carrie shrieked in fury.

"Whatever youses says silly fangirlses," the spider shrugged and they released her. She fell. And she fell. And she fell. And she fell some more. It occurred to her that maybe she should have waited until after she had reached the ground, but it was too late for that now. She saw a man and a black cloaked, scythe bearing something standing on the ground, watching her fall. She yelled for help, but they did not seem to hear. And then, she went splat.

"I do believe that this proves that when one falls from the sky, they do indeed go splat," the first said as he looked amusedly at the splatted fangirl. "I wonder how Mary Sues manage it..."

"PERHAPS, THEY ARE MADE OF AIR?" Death suggested.

Please review, and if anyone wishes to beta this, they may. My old beta is not my beta anymore.