"You better get it back to me tomorrow!" I yelled to Angela. Wait. Who was Angela? Who was I? I stopped for a second. What was my name? What was my personality? Did Angela even exist? Oh well. I turned around and walked out of the hall. Except Dimentio was there. "Holy... Where did you come from?!" Even though I was fangirling inside, I just sorta acted like it was normal. Wait. Was it normal? What if I was his sister or his daughter or wife or something? I was a girl, right? Oh well. "Wait. Are you going to give me a ton of similies now? I hate similies."
"What? No. The author is too lazy to do my personality. Duh." Oh. Right. "Is the author going to let me steal your hat?"
"No. She's reserved it for herself." So the author was another girl. I assumed a fangirl like me. Well, honestly, I was still unsure if I was a boy or a girl. Then Dimentio teleported a waffle in, threw it at me, and walked into the kitchen. I was super confused. I don't even like waffles. "What the crap, man?!" I followed him to the kitchen. He was making more waffles. I was hoping the author would sort it out for me though.
(what am I doing with my life)
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The Amazing Story About Random Crap
FanfictionA story-fanfic mixture following the adventures of a cynical fangirling amnesiac who panicks, complains, and meets out-of-character characters. 2/27/2016 update: this is the weirdest thing ive ever read 4/10/2016: seriously i have to accentuate how...
