Connor Murphy and the Legendary Lesbian (Crack Fic Super)

Welp Here We Go

Connor trudged his way home, rubbing his face and trying to process everything that happened, because what the actual fuck? He doesn't really care anymore, he just doesn't know what she meant by anything, that he wasn't real? Welp, there was another existential crisis creeping up on him, and yet here he was trudging into his own home and up to his room, trying to ignore everyone. The call of his mother, the yell of his father, the silent stare from his sister, it was all something he was terrifyingly used to.

He locked the door behind him and sat on his bed, taking his boots off and throwing them to some corner. Though as he about laid back he noticed something and nearly screamed. That Lady from the park, was in his fucking room.

He jumps up and starts moving away from her as she began to advance. "Hey! I mean no harm to you, just please listen!"

Connor was nearly ready to jump out the window, best case scenario he dies, worst is he is very injured. "No! Stay away from me- How did you even get in here?!" He continued to back up, clenching his hands into fists.

The Lady smiled at him and reached her hand out, a small and gentle light seemed to glow from her hand. "Take my hand, you'll be alright."

Connor again just seemed to try and sink into the wall behind him and away from her. "Get the hell away from me!" Though his shouting didn't seem to reach the Lady's ears as she then reaches forward and grabs onto his hand.

All at once it was like the world went black before Connor's eyes, but then with an inhale of breath, colors and light exploded from all around him, weaving in and out around him as a world took shape before him. He stood on what looked like clouds, he began to nearly hyperventilate. The Lady stood next to him and put a calming hand on his shoulder, though there was a soft frown to her face. "Look down at them... Our poor people..."

Connor tried to shrug her hand off, though he did in fact look down, though all he saw were what looked like silhouettes of people, which confused him. "W...What's wrong with them?"

It wasn't like he cared, he though this was just some bad trip, he fell or got mugged and hit his head so hard that he was imagining all this or in a coma. The Lady spoke up. "They're in the real world... These are our own, people who wish to live in their own minds, in their worlds. These are kids, teens, adults even and elders who just wish that... who wish that their books, their movies, their tv shows, their music, comics, their passions... were their reality. Some in the same, some who like other things, they all want to live here, but... no one is here to create their reality..."

Connor was still hella confused, this was some weird ass trip dream or coma. "So why me? Why do you need ME of all people? Or in this fucking case just things..."

The Lady smiled sadly and hums. "Because you were created a damaged image, doomed from the start of your character arc... Much like how these poor people are, they crave for something better, because the real world is damaging, is hurtful and pain, the real world as we all know, is nothing amazing. That's why I need you, because you understand how the world is, you hate the real world, you hate how things are, and frankly, you're one of my favorite people because so many people relate to you... and you can guide them."

(( sorry this took so fucking long, but i hate myself and i think my writing sucks :) but i finally got the mental mind and the motive to work, so here's an update laced with heroin ))