"I reject you reality and substitute my own"

Characters and Settings borrowed from Ranma ½ and other Works. I do not own them and I am not making any money off of them. Pleas don't sue I have no money.

(thoughts)

"speech"

Another language

EvilCat: just a side not this is my first attempt at ff so if its bad … well it will die a slow and painful death I suppose

In this universe all things have a place a time and a reason, unless of course they don't but that never happens unless of course you're me. That's right as it turns out I am a bug in the big old computer we call existence. The thing is I didn't always know this. I suppose I should start at the beginning or at the end depending on your point of view…

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On a cold winter day in country up north that most call Canada and other call too bloody far north there is a side walk. On this side walk is a UN note worthy young man. He's about 19, 5, 9 dirty blond hair, blue eye's and a frown on his face. If you saw him only one word would come to mind average. This particular specimen of avrageness was named Matthew that's right me and I was having a bad day and it was about to get a whole lot worse.

I walked along crunching the snow under my sneakers with only one thought on him mind. (Must never forget coat in winter) and with that mantra in mind I trudged at a brisk pace for my home. What I didn't see however was a small patch of ice. Not vary note worthy true but on this day it was the most important patch of ice in the world.

Slip " Gahhhh!" crack…

"Well fiddle sticks". Not much for words was I but what I was soon to discover was I had more then just banged my head. As I got up something interesting happened. Okay not so much interesting as bland and unexpected.

(okay this is not the side walk) as I looked around I notice a few things first off I was now in a waiting room but my first thoughts on that room would be best to describe it.

(Okay grey walls, chairs, clock, old magazines receptionist at a desk and a number dispenser. empty Yup it's a waiting room) the receptionist was dressed all in black with black hair done up in a pony tail with a black ribbon.

"Um ware am I?"

"pleas take a number"

"okay" rip as I looked down I noticed something, it was a vary badly faded 1.

"Now serving number one pleas go into the door on your right." (Okay this is odd) as I went in the door there was a man there. He was well fat and bald and he had on a lavender suit. He seemed vary happy to see me.

"Welcome to the department of pointless souls Ill be your reassignment agent!"