You know what we're gonna do, folks? We're going to write a self-insert fanfiction together with the Power of Polls. Just because it sounds like a fun time to me.
Do I have any Outline or Plan? No. Do I have any idea what I'm doing with this? No. Any clue what I'm unleashing here? No. What do I have? Heart?? And...the power of friendship probably.
Whatever. Let's do this.
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Dear Reader,
Whatever you, yes YOU, are doing in your life right now, is suddenly interrupted. The ground begins to rumble and the walls begin to melt. Are you sick? Are you dehydrated? Who knows. The ground groans and drops beneath your feet and you fall before you can do so much as scream.
You land arse-first, in a way that you really hope no one saw. Quick as you can, you scramble to your feet only to find...that you did, in fact, have an audience.
You are in Aziraphale's bookshop. A quick glance around tells you the situation. Four sets of dumbstruck eyes stare at you in surprise. Muriel from the bookshelves, Crowley from the chair at the desk, Aziraphale to your immediate left, and the Metatron to your immediate right. Metatron is holding the someone-forsaken coffee cup.
Right now, you are the only one with even the faintest idea what's going on, but it won't last.
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What do you do?
Oh, terribly sorry to interrupt. Let me just escape this entire situation ASAP.
You are taking no chances here. TAKE COFFEE FIRST THINK LATER.
Tell the Metatron EXACTLY what you think about him to his dumb un-floaty face.
Other idea (details in comments)
Vanilla Extract (I.e. "Idk you started this Puffin, YOU tell ME)
