Fandoms Unite [Fandomstuck] (ON HIATUS)

Ch. 1 - Be the Self-Proclaimed Leader of all Fandoms

First chapter WOO~! So I'm going to be writing this similar to the way Homestuck is written, meaning the reader will be referred to as the characters and I may or may not break the fourth wall more than once. If none of that makes sense, just read and you'll see.
Also, at the beginning of almost each chapter, I'll have something similar to a character bio for a certain fandom like Hussie would do when introducing a new character in Homestuck. Again, if you don't understand that, just read the chapter and find out for yourself.
Okay, I'm done ^-^

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Enter name.

DERPFACE CROTCHSTAIN

Try again, smartass.

HOMESTUCK FANDOM

Your name is the HOMESTUCK FANDOM. Pretty much everyone in your webcomic DIES. You are part HUMAN and part TROLL, but more troll. You love anything that involves NIC CAGE or HORRIBLE ROMANCE, and sometimes both. You tend to YELL a lot, but you can also be a complete SOFTIE. You are an expert on TROLL ROMANCE, but that doesn't matter since no other fandom cares about it much. Even with your expertise, you SUCK at relationships, except in one specific quadrant. You have a MOIRAIL who would do anything for you, and was once your ENEMY, you might add. To avoid BORING yourself and the readers to death, you just sum up your personality as TOTALLY BADASS, no matter what the voice of Karkat in your head says.

Currently, you are on the planet called Tumblr, checking out all of the March Eridan madness. Your phone buzzes, and you take it out to see a text message from your one and only moirail. Actually, it's not just one message. It's a growing number of messages. You read them all, barely understanding much of it because your moirail is typing in various different human languages for some odd reason. Reading the English parts, you're only able to understand that something is wrong.

But then again, your moirail freaks out a lot more than a normal fandom should. It's probably nothing. Everything is fine. It's not like some evil douchebag and his minions are about to take over the entire Interverse or anything. Pssh. That's crazy.

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The remaining fandoms of the Interverse attempt to organize themselves and regroup at the emergency fandom base in the remains of the planet of Tumblr. Nothing is fine. You all have just witnessed some evil guy and his minions start to take over the entire Interverse. Hm. Well then. Didn't see that coming.

This man calls himself Anon, and his followers are called Haters. Anon is trying to take over your universe, otherwise known as the Interverse, and all the planets, which represent social media websites. He started at Tumblr, which you and the other fandoms have been able to save from completely falling apart. They saved it, but it's in ruins now. The only thing that's still conveniently perfectly fine is the fandom base, where all the fandoms who haven't yet been killed are now staying.

Well, not all of them. Some are still doing who knows what in other places, either completely terrified or completely clueless. They're idiots either way. You had decided to take charge at the fandom base, and normally wouldn't care about those unfortunate other fandoms since they never take the time to care about you. However, your moirail is out there, probably alone and frightened for his happy, pasta-loving life, sitting in a corner and waving a white flag. Or maybe he's skipping around in some planet that hasn't been destroyed yet, totally oblivious to the peril he could soon be in. You keep trying to contact him, but apparently the fandom base has terrible reception, and you can't risk leaving just yet.

Oh wait.

Duh.

"Doctor Who! I need help!" you yell while running down the hallway that leads to the room you know the Doctor Who fandom had claimed as his own. You burst into the room, panting as the other fandom puts down his sonic screwdriver and jumps up to greet you.

"Hello!" he says cheerfully with a wave, despite the desperate and not-so-happy situation everyone is currently in. "What brings you here, Homestuck?"

You stop panting and swallow. "I need you to take me somewhere in the TARDIS right now. It's urgent."

He nods and opens the TARDIS, which sits in the middle of the room on top of what looks like the remains of a crushed chair, which would make sense because there was a perfectly un-crushed table right next to it. He says the chair and table just appeared the second he landed his machine, and that he's been trying to figure out why, but Night Vale pops in to say that it's probably nothing and everything is fine. He then leaves, pops his head into another room to say the same thing, then another, and then repeatedly mumbles, "Do not enter the dog park." Whatever that means.

You step inside the blue box with him, closing the door behind you. "Where to?" he asks you, maybe a little too excited to be doing something other than sitting around and talking to/bothering the Sherlock fandom and sometimes the Supernatural fandom.

You take a moment to think of where his moirail could be. He obviously isn't on Tumblr at the moment. Maybe Wattpad? Twitter? "The Hetalia region of Wattpad. And hurry up!" you quickly blurt out.

"Alright, hold on tight!" Doctor Who flips levers and pushes buttons and turns wheels. Seconds later, he smirks and tells you that you can exit.

You leave the TARDIS, stepping into the world of Wattpad, which doesn't look like it's in ruins yet. You continue on forward, trying to figure out where to look. Wherever you do decide to look, you don't want it to be here. You're in the lemon district, and you keep seeing things you know you shouldn't.

After leaving...that part of the Hetalia region, you find yourself in the 2p!Hetalia district. This is a little better, but still kinda scary and disturbing. Very disturbing, really.

"So where are we going?"

You jump. "Jegus, do you mind?!" you yell at Doctor Who, startled.

Doctor Who shrugs. "No, not at all."

You groan and keep walking, searching for any sign of your moirail. Nearing the edge of the 2p!Hetalia district, you two suddenly hear a loud scream that could only belong to one helpless fandom (A/N: Don't kill me for saying helpless. I know Hetalia isn't like that). "Hetalia!"

Be the fandom running for his life.

You are now the fandom running for his life. Or, at least you think you're running for your life. Those things chasing you sure do look scary. You think they're trying to kill you, which they are, so you're right about that. You tried waving your white flag, but they just got angrier, so you ran, which you're pretty good at in situations like this. It's a good thing you managed to grab a hamburger in each hand while running just in case. In case of what? Well...in case of something. You just really want a hamburger. You want pasta too, but sadly that's harder to eat while running.

You scream when one of those things comes out of nowhere and trips you, the rest instantly surrounding you. "P-please don't hurt me! I have hamburgers if you want! Or I can make pasta!" The things just keep closing in on you, shouting mean things like...like a mean person. Yeah. You hold up your white flag and shout, "White flag! See?! WHITE FLAGGG!"

You scream again, hoping that maybe someone could come and rescue you. Surely enough, your best friend, Homestuck, and Doctor Who come running. "What the fuck are these things?!" Homestuck exclaims, hitting one of the monsters with his giant colorful hammer that he seemed to pull out of nowhere. He quickly fought them all off as if they were nothing. "Now let's get outta here! Anon could be anywhere!"

"Who's Anon?" you ask as you follow Homestuck and Doctor Who through the 2pTalia district. You don't understand how all of that bad and scary stuff could be part of your fandom, but you just ignore that and listen to Homestuck.

"He's a bad guy who's trying to take over the Interverse with his Hater minions," your friend explains while the three of you begin to pass through the lemon district.

"Oh, okay!" you say. You don't really care now, since you're already thinking about making pasta when you get to safety.

You all soon reach Doctor Who's TARDIS and get inside. Within seconds, you're at the emergency fandom base in Tumblr.