You walk back to your living room and look at Chance's exhausted form dead asleep on the couch. Out of the blue, his eyes burst open and he yells. "I just had a vision!", he screams. "Our universes collided because we're mere characters in a lousy work of fiction on something called 'fan fiction dot net'! The only way we can escape this universe and go back to our own realities is if we convince the author to delete his FanFiction account!"
Immediately you pass this off as a strange nightmare, and urge Chance to get more much-needed rest. However, he relentlessly pleads you to search for the work of fiction on whatever FanFiction may be. You quickly grab your laptop, and you huddle over it, brushing against Chance who stares at the monitor. Quickly you explain the concept of the internet to Chance as you browse the FanFiction "SWAT Kats" category for anything of interest. It doesn't take long for you to find a story called "A Chance Encounter". As you skim the first chapter, Chance's jaw drops as every event in his recent memory is described. His reaction unnerves you, as you don't want to believe that the universe you occupy is a lie written by some mysterious author. You nervously load the second chapter.
You're horrified. All of your recent actions, exactly as you remember them, are described in words. Horrified, you and Chance realize that your experiences aren't your own, that you're mere text on a lousy, poorly written FanFiction story. You only have one choice. Contact the author. You bring up a private messaging chat, and stare at the text box, wondering how to begin. Then something else occurs to you. "Chance," you squeak, "if we're just a story, that means that we're not actually making our own decisions, and that the author of this story actually wants to delete his story by writing about how the characters of his story escape the universe they're stuck in by convincing him to delete it!" Chance raises his eyebrows inquisitively, and asks, "So you're saying that he didn't want to confuse the readers of his story by merely ditching his account, and that he wanted to bring closure, albeit an abrupt one, with his readers by writing a chapter about how his own characters convince him to delete his story?" "Exactly!", you say. "Now let's send him that message!"
After some brainstorming, you and Chance decide to send this message to "SnugglyLoveyFoofy" on FanFiction:
Dear author, your story, "Chance Encounter", is crap. Please delete it, because it's so dumb that I cannot tolerate it's existence.
You send the message, and wait patiently. Suddenly, you and Chance simultaneously have a vision. You see a boy in some other universe groggily roll out of his bed. His clock reads 10:00 AM, and it's a weekday. What a loser. His room is a disaster, and broken phones and computer parts are mixed in with the clutter in his room. Clearly he has anger management issues. He mopes around on the floor of his room, staring aimlessly at his ceiling. After a while, he rolls over and grabs something off of the floor. A strange, plastic looking blob. He caresses it, and begins to make typing motions on it. You realize that it's a broken cell phone, and he's pretending to type in a number on the remnants of the keypad. Suddenly he bolts up and throws it onto his desk, sending garbage flying. The already broken phone tears apart on the impact with the table, scratching the surface and sending its fragments flying. The author, clearly a mentally ill person in need of a long lecture on how to not be a depressed moron, walks out of his room and stealthily sneaks onto a computer. Clearly he's not supposed to be doing this, as he glances nervously as he signs into FanFiction. His eyes brighten as he sees he has a message in his inbox. He opens it, and you see that's its the message you just wrote. His eyes glaze over as he reads it, and his already gloomy appearance intensifies as he seems to agree with the message immediately. What a loser. He can't even stand up for his own story. You wonder if he's aware that he was the one who sent the message, because after all, you're a work of his mind, and if you sent the message, that means that in reality the author wrote about you sending the message and no message was ever actually sent. Your mind is boggled. You watch as he tries to search his account settings for a deletion option, but his search is fruitless.
Instead, he decides to sit down and write about what you've done over the last few minutes, including the vision that you're experiencing. Suddenly, the vision ends. You look over at a very confused Chance. He asks you if you think that when the author publishes this last chapter, you'll be free from this strange crossover universe when he changes the story status to "complete". You agree with him. It occurs to you and Chance that this universe will soon collapse and you'll return to your normal lives, and thus the actions you take will be of no consequence until then. So you and Chance do a bunch of crazy stuff like crashing your car and killing the president and making out. The end.