You're falling. Fast. It's dark too. You can't see anything. Pitch black everywhere, except for a little wink of light below you. It doesn't take long for you to reach it, possibly not long enough considering how small the light was. Someone might've sped up your descent. Suddenly you realize that though you've hit the bottom, the light is coming from absolutely nowhere. And the fall didn't give you a scratch. This is no ordinary place. As you walk around, you find that you're in an enclosed room with four walls. You can't see the place that you fell from. There's a ceiling. With a flash of light, something appears in front of you and the whole enclosure changes. Now the room is brightly lit with actual ceiling lights, the walls are a mint green, the furniture is a darker variation of that color and all of the parts that aren't fabric are a deep chestnut wood. Oh, and there's furniture now. Bookshelves line the walls to your side, windows covering the walls in front and behind you. Except they show wildly different scenes. The one in front is of a big city. The one behind is of a rural plain. And you're not alone.
Sitting behind the desk in front of you is a girl who looks like she's about nine or something. Adorable and short, but the glint in her eye paints a different picture compared to her innocent appearance. A teasing smile on her face, she says, "Welcome," before looking back at her laptop. As you look around even more, you see that your surroundings are definitely wrong. The bookshelves are normal, and so are the books that they hold, but the various picture frames strewn across the walls don't depict real people. They depict curiously anime-style drawings of characters with multi-colored hair. Multiple shelves are filled with video covers featuring some of the characters. The only photos of real people are actors and actresses from different TV shows and movies. The floor that you're standing on is seemingly filled with souls pounding on it, trying to escape. And the little girl is still smiling that evil smile, every once in a while scribbling something down with a quill. "You already know that this is no normal room. And you are not on Earth anymore. You. Are in the realm of the fangirl!"
At the last word, the souls trapped in the floor silently scream in agony. The girl is not bothered. "Don't worry about them. They're my pets. Do you want to see them?" Not paying attention to your answer, a pair of blonde twins emerge from the floor, shivering and terrified. The girl croons, "Don't worry darlings, you don't have to perform today." Then she sends them back into the floor, where they once again become translucent blobs with eyes. "All of them are here for my amusement. It's fantastic! They say I'm a bit... eccentric. A bit of a tyrant with my pets sometimes. But people say a lot of things. I do have to admit that they're kinda true though. Well, not kinda. They're true." Wherever she steps, the blobs avoid the spot, frantically shrieking silently. "But I suppose that you shouldn't come her yet. You're not ready. Maybe you should be introduced to me in surroundings that are in your world, hmm?"
A snap of her fingers and you're in a living room with a distinct black and white theme amongst the furniture. There's only one window filled wall this time, and it overlooks a dusty, big city. The language is foreign, not English. The girl has aged a couple of years, looking a lot different from the cutesy little girl in the realm of the fangirl. Still writing on a scroll with a feathered quill, she looks up and motions with one arm to the whole scene. "Well then. Ask away."
Okay okay, more bandwagon jumping! You know how it works, you ask me as The Mythic Scribe a question, I answer. If I feel like I can.
