Ryan Reynolds and the collapse of the Exotic Butters Universe

Chapter One: Farm boi

After spending most of his life in the Fourth Realm, Ryan had gotten used to living in a small and isolated place with barely any friends to talk to. Although he was an orphan and wasn't raised properly by anyone, Ryan was able to teach himself how to cook, read, write, and eventually started making his own farm to help him survive.
He was always happy about his lifestyle and how he did things his way, but his confidence would always be pushed down by another handsome man and his childhood rival; Christian Bale. One day, while Ryan was plowing the ground to plant some new crops, Christian decided to head over to the farm and make his rival feel miserable.

"Still working on that shitty farm of yours, Ryan?"

He asked as he leaned against the old fench, then smiled as Ryan looked over at him.

"How long are you going to keep treating me like I'm worthless? I'm an adult now and my confidence isn't going to be broken again by some selfish asshole like you!"

"Oh, did you teach yourself how to stand up to me and now be treated poorly anymore? Or were you just making up another imaginary friend so you won't feel like a loser anymore!"

"I don't have an imaginary friend anymore, alright! You've seen me hang out with Jack multiple times growing up and yet you're still pestering me about that! When are you going to finally grow up and start being a good person to me?"

"I don't just pester you about having barely any friends! All your life, you've always been weird, awkward, and scared of almost everything! Those other realms out there are far more dangerous than this one, so there is no possible way that you would be able to survive outside of this place!"

He continued to go on and was finally able to break Ryan's confidence a bit, but his torment stopped once he heard someone yell at him.

"Leave him alone, Chris!! All three of us are miserable here, so why don't you stop making things worse and go do something else for once!!"

Jack yelled, causing Christian get irritated and walk back home.

"See you later, losers! Maybe I'll be the one who will become the next Dark Lord someday!"

"Yeah, right! Says the jerk who got paint on his shrit!!"

Once he said that, Christian looked down to see splotches of brown paint soaking into his shirt.

"THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!! DAMN IT!!!"

He ran back to his house in tears as Jack helped his bestfriend finish working on the crops, then head into the house to rest and hang out for a while.