What happened to Chris ?

Ooooh chris

"Hello. My name is Chris. I am Australia so please imagine this in an Australian accent. To help I will speak some classic lines. Gday. I like kangaroos. Oh no the barbie is on fire an there's an alligator eating my bonsai tree. Now that that is done. I am Chris Hemsworth. I decided to tell you my story. The reason my life here on Fanficoria (a fictional universe all fanfics are set in) ended. Chris Pratt, Evans and all the others.  Welcome to your tapes. "
(This is 13 reasons why by the way)
"It all started when I walked into work at marvel first thing in the morning. My whole life during school. There had only ever been one Chris, everyone would call me "Chris" because they didn't need to distinguish which Chris I was.
"Hello security guard. In case my lovely abs don't speak for themselves. It is me. Chris"
I said. He didn't look up as he was too busy building some Lego's. But he told me to go to room 45. And that's where it all went wrong"
"In room 45 I found two make up artists who put me in my costume. That's when I looked in the mirror and saw... I was dressed as captain America. I was so angry I went back to the security guard to tell him how angry I was about this. I have way more muscles than Chris Evans!
"Hello mister security guard sir. You sent me to the wrong chrises room!" I yelled throwing my shield at him.
He sadly was using his Lego as a shield. God damn it Lego.
"I'm sorry. But he is the more famous Chris. The one true Chris. And what are you? The less famous Chris. You don't get to be a singular Chris. Only the true Chris gets that. You will forever be know as "Aussie Chris" or "slightly more ripped but less loved Chris"
It was like a death sentence. I had always been the only Chris. Until today. Now I was other Chris.
I decided to ignore my anger on set when a production team member called me and some other cast members over.
"Scarlett?" They called. She walked over swishing her hair.
"Robert?" They then called. He walked over swishing HIS hair.
"And the chrises"
I was shocked. I was no longer singular. I wasn't even individual tho. I was plural! Chris Pratt turned to me and we both walked.
"You know I made out with Jennifer Lawrence. On a table. What have you done?" He asked winking.
Just then I noticed Chris Evans was not walking.
"And finally. The one singular Chris" they said.
I couldn't believe it. He was ranked a better Chris than me. I had had it so I picked up my hammer prop and began to SMASHHH THE SET.
"I'm the only Chris! It's me! I'm the one true Chris!"
But the hammer was just a prop and made of marshmallows so I was unable to use it.
"Okay less important Chris. Prove yourself worthy in the land of chrises." Chris Evans said to me. I watched Chris Pratt gnaw on my hammer.
"I shall! For I don't believe I am on the same level as this inferior being" I said angrily. Chris Pratt didn't seem to mind.
Just then Robert downy jr pulled down my jeans while that guy that plays hawk eye filmed it!
Everyone laughed. Even stupid Chris Pratt. 
It was so embarrassing that I went to hide in my trailer.
I'd lost everything. My nice new jeans that I loved. My hammer bcs Chris Pratt ate it. But most importantly. My name. "