New Places, New People: a t.v.verse

When I wake up

BTW, y'all can skip this if you want to, it's just backstory stuff... Yeah
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So! To the very beginning of my long-ish story. First, a bit of personal info. I'm 5' 9" with dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I was born on May 13th, 2000. though, I think I'm waaaaayy older than 15 from time traveling with the Doctors. As they say, time is not a straight line, but a non-liner, non-subjective viewpoint. So it's a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, stuff. Nothing is truer.

Anyway, I was a pretty normal kid. Except for my imagination. I had a huge imagination, I could think up of unreal things in surprising detail, I could deduct things from shows that most could never see, and I was a wonder with a pen. Drawing or writing, I could create worlds! But, I hid it. Why?! you may ask, but I hated the attention, being classified as better than everybody, and things where easy for me. I could do a calculus problem easy. So, I would always escape into my mind, my worlds, the wonder of it all. All of this from the age of 7, it was scary, yet... fun.

When I got older, more like 8 1/2, I started remembered my dreams like memories. And they acted like memories. If I got hurt in the dream, the wound would be healed in real life, just leaving a scar. This... amazed me.

As I grew older, the memory-dreams became more like shows. I always dreamed about shows I liked. Show like BBC's Sherlock or Doctor Who, NCIS and Supernatural. I also dreamed of movies, like the Avengers and Marvel Cinema movies, Pirates of the Caribbean, my favorite, and Nemo, once. If I ever drew, wrote, or read something there, it would come to life. Like a slivertonge from Inkheart.

I had few friends. Mainly my BFFs James McRory and Lizzy Beckmann. Were all what society calls weird. James likes to tinker with gadgets and what not, and loves the show Doctor Who, so we usually tease him and call him Rory. Lizzy is a graffiti artist, but usually sticks to paper instead of walls. We all share the fascination of movie magic and loved the world of the television. I never told them about my dreams. Probably a bad idea but, ehn.

My worst time was when my parents were brutally murdered when I was 11-12-ish. See, I was at James house with Lizzy doing studying for our big tests coming up then. Lizzy was staying at my house because her parents were on a business trip, so we walked home together. When we walked through the door, the first thing we noticed was the smell of rotting fish and musty air. I ran to the kitchen to see their body's. My mom was stabbed in the back, straight through the spinal cord, blood still wet. She was slumped over the counter, while my dad was on the floor. He was trying to talk, he kept repeating, "run to Dreamscape, run, protect your friends, run to Dreamscape, run, protect your friends." Over and over. I told my parents a while back about my memory-dreams, witch they called the Dreamscape. I noticed the knife had little groves in it, spelling "dreams lie" in many different languages, like, witch I found out latter, Latin, Norse, Greek, and a ton of other old languages.

After that day, I started living with my Uncle Tom Hiddleston. Don't ask. I usually traveled with him when ever he did movies. Because of my natural learning everything ability, I just did online courses for school and helped out on set. Personally, I liked the action movies he did, with a bit of his natural tendency toward humor made him an amazing actor. Hanging out with him in England was fun.

My first trip to the T.V.verse was on accident, but fun in a way. You see, to get to the T.V.verse, you need to expand your thoughts to the place you want to go, or have a really strong will to go there. I was having a boring day, so I just decided to join Tom and the rest on set. I kept wondering how they were able to get the characters so well, so I decided to use my imagination to figure it out. A somewhat bad idea because my... sprit leave my body to enter the set, witch changed into real life. I was screwed, because the movie was the Avengers, and to be a random passerby in that movie is a baaaad idea. Lucky for me, what happened was not a violent as it appeared in the movie. The only way I got out was that I found Tom while randomly walking around. As you would expect, he was wondering how I got there. When I told him about my dreamscape stuff, he was surprised as hell. But hey, it helped a lot. You see, we both had the habit of drifting into our mind.

When we got home that day, Tom showed me the actual place. We went in together, and he introduced me to some people. Mainly BBC characters like the ones in the chapter past, but ️the Avengers (witch I found funny since he's Loki), other Marvel characters, and a few other people I've forgotten. It's been like this for the past four, fiveish years, so it just seams natural. Well, enough of this boring stuff, let's get back to the fun stuff...

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Hey guys!! Sorry about the slow update. This is just an info chapter so your not confused later about her past. yeah. I'll try to post soon, but that'll probably never happen. ~H-T |:^D