"Oh. Hello there." the boy smiles. You don't respond-can't respond. He stares at you as an awkward silence fills the room.
After a while, you finally find your voice. "Who are you?" you question, setting your chair back up and sitting down. He kinda looked down at himself.
"I dunno actually. Where am I?"
You were quiet for a second. "In my home. Or more specifically, my computer." He tapped the screen, and you heard it from your side of the computer screen.
"How is this possible? How did I end up... pixilated?" he questioned, shocked and dumbfounded. You shrug.
"I was hoping you could tell me that, actually." you replied, tilting your head. "I'm (y/n)." More awkward silence. And then, an idea sparks in your mind. This happened after you copied and pasted the story into that weird website. You decide to take a chance.
"Do you like (f/t/e)?" His face brightens up.
"(F/T/E)! I LOVE IT!" he exclaimed. He then began to quote the fanfiction that started all this.
Holy shit.
HE WAS THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF THE FANFICTION
YOU ARE READING
Fanfiction x Reader
RandomYou, the reader, are desperately in love with a fanfiction. But does it return your affections? I got bored. I OWN DIS! It feels nice to say that. Please please please comment!! ^-^
