Sometimes I think the universe hates me. Why else would I be dragged into this mess on a Saturday of all things? All I wanted to do was to eat some instant ramen and watch the Great Gatsby with my sister while ignoring my own assignments. Was that so much to ask?

I was just in my kitchen, waiting for the water in the kettle to boil while my sister set up the DVD player to watch her English project instead of reading the book (I thought her well). Just as I was about to turn off the stove, a massive light came from the ramen cups and hit me straight in the face, knocking me out cold. I didn't even know light could hurt until that moment.

When I came to, I was laying down in a weird forest clearing, surrounded by trees that looked to flat to be real. Now I knew for a fact that this was not anywhere near my house. I lived in the middle of a city in Nebraska, where the nearest area full of trees were the parks and even that was a 20-minute drive. Unless someone broke into my house and dumped me here, there is no way that I could have gotten here on my own.

"How did I get here?" I asked out loud.

"BECAUSE OF MEEEEEEEEEEE!" A high pitch, feminine voice shouted from the sky, nearly shattering my eardrums.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I cried out as something crashed into me directly on my back, sending me down face first into the grass and dirt. I struggled to spit out the dirt that got in my mouth.

The massive weight quickly sobered me up and my agitation and annoyance for the situation began to grow. I tried to push myself up, but the weight of this new thing on my back was keeping me down. I could feel my lungs constrict at the pressure.

"IT IS I? THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY!" The voice screamed even louder, the shrill tone grating against my ears.

I could feel a headache coming on.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed, trying in vain to wiggle my way out.

To my anger, she stayed where she was at, planted firmly on my back which was starting to cave in on itself.

"Welcome to the world of Hunter x Hunter, where adventure that all your friends will be jealous of awaits! Where Hunters, Nen user and assassins run wild! Who wouldn't want to be here?!" She said, her words sounding like those bad brochures she was forced to make in Geography right before class.

I wasn't really listening to her, as I was too focused on my back slowly deforming itself from the sheer weight. How much did this chick weigh? Or was I just really weak?

"Now, you may be wondering, 'How did I get in this situation?' Well, I'm here to tell ya that I was bored in class and cooked up this little plot and you were the person I chose to carry this out on! Isn't that great?"

In a last burst of determination, I managed to find the strength to push her off of me. I gasped, feeling the sweet air burn my lungs. I wiped the single tear away from my eye as I turned around, only to come face to face with the most bizarre person I have ever seen (and I've seen some shit on my campus).

This chick was around, maybe 13 or 14 years old. She was slightly chubby, wearing clothes that resembled more of a doll than anything else. It was a rather poofy dress, black in color and full of white frills and ribbons and god knows what else. It looked like a mix of Gothic Lolita and Maid fashion. Her hair was dyed bubblegum pink and cut into a bob haircut and with blue eyes that were probably brighter than my future. In all, a stereotypical child's first OC.

My jaw dropped.

"But wait! That's not all!" She said, completely ignoring me pushing her or my reaction to her appearance. "You get to live the dream life as a whole new person! Isn't that awesome?!"

She smiled at me, waiting for my response. After a few stunned seconds, I managed to worked past my shock and say something.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I told you! I'm the Author!" She said, rolling her eyes. "Jeez, you got to listen me if you want to survive this place."

I yelped as she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, the force nearly tripping me again. She only came up to my chest. How was she this much stronger than me?

Actually, that's not much of an accomplishment. I have weak, noodle arms.

Before I could demand an explanation, she started talking again.

"Listen here, sugar. I just granted you the best wish ever and I have gifted you with the most amazing persona for this place. You can thank me later, hun."

"Thank you?!"

"You're welcome!"

"That is not what I meant!" I shouted at her, pushing her away from me. "Where am I and how did I get here? Are you some sort of crazy kidnapper? If this is a prank, this isn't funny!"

She didn't seem at all fazed at me push and instead stuffed her hands in her dress pockets, completely relaxed. My eye twitched in annoyance.

"I already explained this. You are my test subject for this fanfiction and we are currently in the Hunter x Hunter world!" She paused. "Or, really just the plane between our worlds. Not important!"

I blinked, looking around. Then blinked again, trying to form a response.

It took me quite a bit to respond to that, but when I did, let me tell ya, it was a storm of swear words, insults and a bunch of things that I cannot say because they will get me flagged or reported to the Holy Mods. Yeah, I wasn't really proud of the way that I acted, but come on! How would you react in that situation?

So, after I calmed down a bit...a lot...

"Woah there, Nelly. That's quite a mouth that you've got there." She laughed, as if I didn't just insult her mother and everything else. "I knew I was right in picking you."'

I huffed, out of breath from the long rant that I just did. I was about to start yelling again, when I found that my lips were closed together and would not open, no matter how much I tugged and screamed. What the actual fuck?!

"Now now! We're never going to get this story rolling if you don't let me explain what's going to go down. I'll explain and you just sit back and listen. Ok? Ok!"

She pushed me, causing me to fall back onto a chair I knew was not there a second ago. My eyes widened as she pulled out a giant chalkboard from behind her, despite there being no logical way that something that size would fit in her pocket. Since when did she have access to a hammer space?

She cleared her throat.

"Alright. So, here's what's happening." She said. "My name is Blue-FireFlower, though you can call me Blue, and this is the rewrite of my first fanfiction (that I've posted)! You see, I have been watching the show for a good week now and have decided to write the best fanfiction ever! And what better way to make a great story than to have the absolute best character ever to tell it from!"

She pointed at me with a laser pointer that suddenly appeared in her hand.

"This is where you come in, my friend! I have devised a strategy to make this plan a success and I'm going to need you to live it out for me!"

My eyes widened even more and I quickly shook my head, screaming at this insane girl's proposal. or at least, trying to scream. My lips were still sealed shut.

"Glad you understand! Wanna see the character I created for you?"

More frantic shakes of my head.

She ignored me and pressed the screen of a projector, which God knows where that came from, and suddenly, a very familiar character was seen on the whiteboard.

'That is Ooka Miko from Utau.' I thought in horror.

Did this chick really just take art of a random character from the internet to represent her character? Did she even do the research on what art she stole? She does know that she isn't even from an anime, right?

"This is my super cool OC, Natsuki Sahara! She's 12 years old and really awesome!"

God, save me! That's just a random Japanese name from an online generator!

"She is from the Yato clan, a clan of bloodthirsty people who are known to be strong and deadly on the battlefield! Even more powerful that Killua's family!"

She stole that from Gintama!

"However, her clan was massacred by Hunters to the point of near extinction many years ago because they were killing so much and had a large bounty on their heads!"

That's Black*Star's backstory from Soul Eater!

"Because of this, they were forced to live in their own refugee camps, hiding from the public. Some even vowed to kill all Hunters in the name of their god!"

That's just Fullmetal Alchemist right there! Why?!

I think I was crying at the stupidity at this point. What else is she going to rip off? Steven Universe?

"Her powers are so cool too!"

Someone save me! I beg of you. Give me death. I'll pay you in anime trivia or chocolate.

"I tried not to make her overpowered, so I only gave her the basics!"

Why did that sound like a lie? I'm so scared.

"She has a lot of strength, but not as much as her other clan members! She's really smart too, but that's only book smarts. She's rather naive on the streets!"

Wait...this...this is actually getting good. It's not the best, but it's better than what most OCs have. Maybe there's hope after all.

"She's also the Leader's daughter, so she's technically a princess!"

DAMMIT!

I cried, bashing my head into the desk that just appeared before me. I guess the universe felt a bit sorry for me now.

I had to tune out everything that she was saying from this point on and continued to pound my head into the desk. My brain cells were begging for me to hurl myself into an active geyser.

"Now onto her personality!" She was shouting at this point.

I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this.

"She's really shy around everyone, but also really outgoing and very polite, growing up as royalty. She also very kind and polite, but can also get really mean and sadistic when she's angry. She hates killing, but not if you hurt someone she cares about! She also...blah...blah blah...blah..."

All these personality traits contradict each other!

I want to die. God, if you're out there, please smite me. I'll gladly go to my place in hell to get away from here.

"And that is my character! Any questions?"

With a snap of her fingers, my mouth was free from its restraints. I didn't say anything for a minute, trying to collect my thoughts. My eye twitched at the sheer stupidity of this whole thing. Alright, I have to calm down before I proceed.

I took a deep breath and rose from my chair. I took another deep breath, trying to remind myself that this was a child. She probably didn't know the basics to making an interesting character. Normally, the best course of action was to let her have her fun. She'd grow out of this phase like all authors do and it wasn't affecting me to let her do this.

Actually, fuck that. This WAS affecting me right now.

"You do realize that this will never work, right?" I asked, keeping voice calm.

'What do you mean?' She asked, confusion on her face.

I shook my head.

"None of this makes any sense." I said calmly. "A lot of this information contradicts each other."

She gave me a blank look.

"First of all, if this clan is oh-so powerful and stronger than any other, then how the hell did they get wiped out by Hunters while the Zoldyck Family gets away completely untouched every time? Wouldn't they kill the Hunters before they could die first?"

More blank looks.

"Second, if my clan hates Hunters with a passion, why am I taking the exam to be one in the first place? Wouldn't I be encouraged to attack Hunters instead of becoming one? What purpose would a license even have if I'm in a refugee camp?"

She started to blush.

"Third, princess? Really? Of a camp of survivors? I thought I wasn't supposed to be overpowered here? I would understand if there were multiple children, but you're making me seem like the sole heir to the Yato clan or something. It honestly seems like you just sandwich all your favorite animes together."

She frowned a bit and looked down.

"Fourth, I've only seen up the episode 30 and some clips of the later series before dropping it months ago! Why me and not some diehard fan or the series? I mean, you've only watched a week's worth of episodes. I know there's no rule to writing fanfiction, but I really think you should watch a bit more before you write one of such a long series."

She remained silent.

"Fifth, how the hell am I shy, but really outgoing? And why do I hate fighting and killing, but my culture thrives on it? Does that make sense to you?"

She blinked.

"Finally, this 'design' won't really work for this world!"

"And why not?" She snapped, crossing her arms and pouting.

"This character, Ooka Miko, is a tiny 3.5-year-old wolf hybrid that switches genders when she switches forms. Does that sound like something that belongs in this anime?"

"Well no. But that's that character! This one is mine and I'm just using the design! She doesn't have to be a wolf!" She tried to reason.

I facepalmed.

"Even if that's the case, you're missing something very important here."

"What?"

"Her eyes are red." I said, pointing at them like it was obvious. Because it honestly was.

"What does that have to do with anything? I personally like red eyes on characters. They look cute." She asked, sticking her nose up and huffing.

I twitched again, pushing down my ever-growing annoyance.

"What other character has red eyes in this series?" I asked, starting to become more and more annoyance.

"Um...Kurapika." She said, though it sounded like more of a question.

"And why is that?" I asked slowly.

"Because he's a Kur...ta...oooohhhh."

She finally got it.

"And what am I not?" I asked.

"A Kurta..."

I sighed in relief. Maybe she'll finally get this and I can go home.

She then pushed me to the ground.

"NO! THIS IS MY STORY AND MY CHARACTER! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH HER AND THIS FANFICTION! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN TOO BAD!" She screamed in my ear.

Suddenly, the ground broke from right under me and I fell into the abyss.

I screamed.