Paranormal, Extraterrestrial, and Interdimensional Phenomena

Chapter 10

"She-she's an OC, well, an original character that an amazing writer on the fanfic site I'm on created. The author's name, at least online, is @ashowstoppingstarkid, and she's an incredible writer. But anyways, back to Harry. She's a military badass, her uncle is Professer Hidgens, she's aro-ace and autistic, she has intelligence that could probably rival Sherlock Holmes', and she is really hard on people when she needs something out of them. She doesn't really care for other's feelings, even though she'd like to. I love her with all my heart, but I never thought that she'd actually exist, and now that she does, I'm terrified out of my wits on what she'd do if she found out my friend online made her up." Taylor ranted, their voice breaking a bit near the end. Lauren wrapped her arms around them once more.

"Hey, it's okay. But does that mean that you aren't the only one controlling the story anymore? Could something in her fic possibly exist in this universe? It seems like everything we've created has basically come to life. Does that mean people like Artemis and Paul, or Sally and Joey might exist here?" Lauren asked.

"Oh shit... Untrained Eye... Time To Fall... Apotheosis... Tomorrow Will Come... Even Spies Never Die could factor into this world. Shit, that's not good... I wish I could message her on Wattpad, but we're in another fucking universe!" Taylor wiped tears from their eyes that were threatening to fall at any second. "That's not fucking good. At all." It had grown quiet in the room once more, and everyone, including Harriet, heard the last two sentences spoken by the teen.

"What do you mean? What isn't good?" Harriet asked curiously.

"I- Uh..." Taylor didn't know how to answer. If they lied, it would most certainly come back to bite them, but if they told the truth, that would be a fucking disaster. Ugh, why did they have to be so over-thinky all the time!

"It's nothing..." Taylor eventually managed. "It's just, well, er, a thought that I had just now... it's a thing that I thought about the other day, and then it became another thought, and then that turned into the worst possible thing that could happen, and all that happens in a matter of like 3 to 5 seconds." The teen breathed a sigh of relief. They'd always been decently quick on their feet when it came to lying, as they'd been lying about tons of shit for as long as they could remember, although it was never personal or anything. It was just that there was occasionally something that they couldn't bear to tell the truth about, like their Wattpad account, for example.

Harriet shot a look at John, not believing a word of the kid's excuse. "You sure you want to stick with that story?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...Yeah?" They took a deep breath in. "Fine. I, uh, I know literally everything that's gonna happen, and knew it before it did happen if it already did, because I created it. Well, not you specifically, but this world."

Everyone who didn't already know this information jaw's dropped more than should have been anatomically possible, and they were all thinking the same thing, 'WHAT?!?!?!', but only Harry actually asked it out loud.

"I wrote it all in a, in a fan fiction online. All of the people are in it, but I just realized that you in particular were created as an original character by this fricking amazing author that also writes Starkid stuff on the same website as I do, and that means that it's not only my stuff that factors into this world anymore. It's also her stuff, which could essentially prove to be catastrophic, because a whole lot of fricking world ending shit goes down in all of her fics, and now that I'm saying this out loud I realize that if her worlds all fricking leak into this one, then that means I no longer know what's going to happen here, and that was the only thing comforting me as I've been in this fricking universe, but it's not just me any fricking more and I'm freaking out. And as I told Lauren earlier, I can't fricking message them on Wattpad, because it's not like the site has interdimensional contact, and even if it did, I can't be sure that she'd see it soon enough." Taylor explained, sinking down against the cement wall at the end of the explanation, and hugging their knees against their chest.

"Kid, was there more of the fic you'd written so far?" Harriet asked as gently as she could muster, which wasn't that gently at all because she was interested as fuck in this new discovery.

"Yeah... there's more. But I'm not finished with the story yet. I had up to about an hour more, and then I got writer's block and had no idea how to finish it, and then, I got grounded and my parents took all of my electronics except for the burner phone I have with me now, but that's only for emergencies, but anyways, I didn't write it for a bit."

"Writer's block I understand." Mariah empathized, sitting down next to Taylor, which was surprisingly their first interaction.

"Holy shit, I love you Mariah." Taylor whispered, more to themselves than to the person they had addressed in the statement.

"Holy shit, I love you too kid. This plot? So good. I can't believe you created all of this, this entire freaking world, and you're only thirteen! I also hear you're a self proclaimed nerd? That's the best kind of nerd." the young woman replied softly, grinning from ear to ear.

"I wonder if they continued writing it, if it would still factor into this world, or if it wouldn't anymore because they're writing it in this world?" John asked Harry, pondering the possibility.

"It, uh, it would." Taylor replied, almost certain of it. "I have about an hour to change what happens after that. I just, well, I need a computer, a Spotify Premium account on a phone, or even the same computer, and headphones. Oh, and snacks. All of which I know y'all can do because I wrote you doing it. Aw shit that sounded bratty. I, uh, didn't mean it like that."

"That should work. Any preferences on snacks?" John asked smiling.

"Fruit snacks and or Cheez-Its?" Taylor asked hopefully.

"We can do all of that." Susan was the one to reply this time, walking down one of the labyrinth-like hallways with the younger Curt in search of the goods.

When they left, Taylor sighed. "This is a lot of pressure, and I'm literally shaping all of your futures. Are you sure you don't just want to leave it up to chance and fate?" They asked, already knowing the answer, but hopeful anyways.

"If my suspicions are, in fact, correct, and the... things that I think are behind all of this actually are behind it, it's a million times better to have our futures in the hands of a thirteen year old who writes fan fiction than them. Of course, we can't really force you to do anything, but for the life of all of us, please." John informed them. "Our civilian contacts should be arriving soon with information and help, but until then, let's sit tight and provide Taylor with encouragement, for they are obviously apprehensive and partially reluctant to leave our fates and lives up to their writing and what comes up on the screen as they type."

It was then that the president of the United States of America arrived. Some shit was about to go down.