In a room, in a house, there lived an author. the author didn't have a name yet, and still doesn't, at least according to the internet on which his story is published, so we'll call him Author Insert, or simply Auth. it wasn't intended to be derogatory, it was simply accurate. Auth. was writing a piece of original fiction, and trying his hardest to think of something, anything that he could use in his story that wasn't from someone else's. After a few minutes of thought, and about an hour of doing something else, he decided that he would not be writing an original work, but instead a fanfic. This would prove to be an idea more foolish than practical, as, at least for the coming chapters, Auth. would not be coming home.

Once Auth had decided to write a fic, he needed to know two things. Firstly he would need to know where to put it, and secondly he would need a world to write it in. Where to put it was easy, many places on the internet would suffice. But what to write? What to write indeed, of the options before him, there were a plethora of worlds. He thought for a while, and then gave up; Auth. as it seems, was not very devoted, or creative. After deciding to leave, he went to a small and comfortable library nearby.

He opened the library door, and then jumped back. There was no library within the door, instead there was a large field. No one else was there to see the field, and he really had only the smallest idea of what it could be. Despite his misgivings and confusion, his curiosity drove him forward and he stepped into the door.