[ WP ] You stumble into a universe where you discover that your life is an incredibly popular book/movie/piece of media . Then you find the fanfiction .

The luminosity of swirling pastels, blinding sparkles and shimmerings, and finally an eerie darkness. 
 
 That's all I could recall on my journey throughout distant universes. 
 
 My eyes were puffy and swollen when I awoke. The damp mattress underneath me accommodated my sleepy figure like a dream. Pun not intended. My room still flashed with the blazing colours I saw in my bizarre dream. Other than that, a regular Monday morning. 
 
 There was n't much happening on town today. Some discarded trash floated in a puddle. The pungent smell of gasoline and hot dogs wafted from the gas station. Yet, it was strangely silent. The morning'rush hour' seemed non-existent. Silence. 
 
 `` That's her! That's Hannah!'' 
 
 I spun round to the mention of my name, to find a scrawny young girl. She grinned at me with a pristine smile. 
 
 `` Uh, hi! Do you need any-'' 
 
 `` Miss, I loved you in that latest movie! Can I please have your autograph?'' 
 
 I gazed about. And now I definitely WAS dreaming. A crowd of shoppers had gathered, their faces lit up in awe. Excited murmurings filled the air. But I did n't like this. The constant attention, the autograph requests. I turned my back on the expectant girl. And ran. 
 
 I fell on the couch, exhausted. It was hard to move. Or breathe. I had just ran all the way from the town centre. Wow. 
 
 This had to be a joke. Or one of them darn'Social Experiments'. Flippin' Joey Salads, ruining my life. I opened up my laptop, wanting to clear up some things. I WAS NOT a celebrity. I WAS NOT a massive hit. 
 
 So, I decided to Google my name. This is gon na be fun. 
 
 The first result was a Wikipedia page dedicated to me. Honoured. Truly honoured. 
 Then there was Google Images. This is where it gets weird. There was billions of photographs. All with my face plastered on. This was n't a Social Experiment. That was clear. 
 
 Then we come to the third result. 
 
 It was titled: Good Hannah Fanfiction.net. I took a cautious click on it. There. There in front of my very eyes, was page after page, of fanfiction. All about me. And that's when I saw it... 
 
 Hannah x The Reader: WARNING: ROMANCE 
 
 Oh god. 
 
 I clicked on it. And, my god, some people have disturbing dreams. 
 
 I never visited that universe again, for fear of my life.
