No promises.
You were a very simple person. Shockingly so. You loved to read cringy XReader fanfiction (like you’re doing right now….judgemental stare) and you were basically a bright light in the dark. You did have your moments, of course, but most of the time, you could cheer everyone up just by smiling or talking. Despite this, you weren’t very popular anywhere. Guess it comes with the territory of being A WEIRDO!!!! Me too, twin, me too.
Eventually, you caught wind of a strange manga, one that was known for being funny but being hated for one main aspect. You never learned what that aspect was before you started reading but you did learn about the book’s name and decided to read it, hoping you’d find your escape from the fires and hatred all around you. Though, when you were hoping for a metaphorical escape into a fantasy world, you really didn’t expect to end up being friends with one of the most HATED individuals in the manga (okay well, there’s worse but in universe he’s the most hated so it still counts!) In fact, you didn’t expect to even end up IN the manga world! Wild!!
Greetings, I’m your story’s narrator, I don’t have a name exactly, but you do. Your name is Y/N L/N. You are the friend of the well known planet destroyer, Marx. The one with hands from the manga. You weren’t expecting to be suddenly brought into the world of the Kirby Manga when you started reading the well-known series. It caught you seriously off-guard. But I mean, who wouldn’t be surprised by the HEAVENLY LIGHT OF THE GODS ABOVE SUCKING YOU INTO THE FICTIONAL WORLD OF THE KIRBY FRANCHISE.
Let’s cut back to that very morning…shall we? If you’re reading this story a second time and realizing the differences from the last time you read it. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Behold my gaslighting skills!
