Puppet on Strings {|} a DHMIS reader-insert

{|} What You Need to Know - Chapter 1 {|}

I took a deep breath as I entered my dorm, taking in the air in. It smelled like fresh-made microwave ramen and cheap coffee. Oh, I almost forgot.

My name is Y/N L/N, I am 22 years old, and college is fucking horrid! I play video games and make puppets as hobbies, so I'm not as shallow as you would assume. I shut the door behind me and sit down at my craft table, next to my 'bed'. It's actually just a sleeping bag with a shit ton of blankets as cushioning, and one pillow. I can barely afford tuition as it is, so an actual bed is a big no-no. I look over to see my roommate asleep. "Hey, Adam." I mutter, and take out my phone to put on a video. I scroll through WatchTube, before settling on the sixth episode of Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared. It was good background noise.

Besides, I'm working on a replica of the Duck Guy puppet, or Robin, as I like to call him. It's easier on the mouth. Maybe one day we'll find out if that's actually his name. Anyhow, I begin to sew the beak together, intricately weaving my needle and thread through the felt. Almost half an hour passes before I hear a crash from outside. Outside, outside, as in in front of the dorm building. I jump, dropping my work. "What the hell-" I curse, standing up and heading outside, locking my dorm behind me. 

Outside on the sidewalk is a red telephone booth. I can see inside it, it's nothing special. "The fuck... ?" I question, walking forward to approach it. I open the door and hesitate. Should I really go inside the random ass telephone booth that just appeared outside my dorm?  Well, it's my one shot at something interesting happening. I step inside. The door shuts and the booth begins to tremble. I stumble into the wall, where I see the glass has disappeared. "... Worst... macguffin..." I grumble, before the floor opens into blackness. "EEEEEEEEEEVVVVEEERRRRRRR!"

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I open my eyes to fading sunlight, and I hear a muffled, monotone voice asking me if I'm okay. "... Fucking hell... yeah, Adam... fine..." I mumble, before opening my eyes fully. I scream and try to move back, seeing a red spaghetti monster in front of me. "SPAGHETTI SAUCE!?" I blurt out, breathing heavily. The spaghetti monster seems shocked for a moment, and sighs. I see it roll its eyes, which are placed atop its head. 

"Who are you, and why are you outside our house." It says, voice monotone. I guess that wasn't Adam. "... Uh... sorry. My, uh, my name's Y/N." I smile nervously. "I get that a lot. It's alright. I'm Harry." Ha- Red Guy? Why didn't I realize this sooner? "Uh. N- neat. It's... nice to meet  you. I'm sorry for intruding and I should be going now b- because I, uh, can't... I... class..." I ramble for a minute, but then notice Harry's unamused expression. I ultimately giving up with a sigh. "... Where am I, sir?" 

"Feltfield County." He doesn't hesitate a second. It's kind of unnerving. "Oh, fun. That's nice, I'm not even in Keystone anymore." I grumble, the annoyance from all of this finally taking control. "Keystone." Harry repeats, still completely blank. "Yeah, it's a country in America. Which I assume is nowhere near here." I can tell the confusion is breaking through his guise, because he doesn't respond for a few minutes. 

"Keystone doesn't exist." He finally says. "I came to that conclusion, man." I let myself fall back onto the grass. "I can go lay down and die somewhere else if you want me to." I mumble. "... You aren't going to do that." Harry crosses his arms. I shut my eyes. "Unless you can prove you're not pulling some sorta practical joke, bud, I'm going to lay somewhere and perish." I hear him sigh and start to stand up, before a shrill voice calls. "HARRY! HAAARRRRYYYY!" Approaching footsteps, someone running. Gasping breaths. "Who is this? Are they okay? Please tell me they're okay." He seems a bit too worried for a random person on their lawn.

"They're alright, Robin." I freak out, internally, for a second, before, internally, fistpumping. I got his name right! And so did half the fandom. "If 'currently trying to die' counts as okay, he's right." I mumble, opening one eye to see a green duck wearing a brown jacket in front of me. It's weird to see them physically. I jerk back, opening my other eye. "FffffFffff-- I swear..." I grumble, fixing my shirt. Robin stares at me like I have three heads. "... Who are you? And why are you... here? How did you get here?" I sigh. "Top questions today. Y/N L/N, I have no idea where I am, nor why I am here. I remember walking into a telephone booth and then tripping out like I was on fifteen-fucking-tons of LSD, and now I'm here."