I was standing on the top of a bin, looking at a man. The man turned to me. "Do you have cancer?" he asked before flying out a window beside us that didn't exist prior. Suddenly I was in the ocean and saw a boat. The boat had four jetpacks duck taped to it. On the boat was a man that looked like he was stuffed in an uncooked chicken's body. He looked down at me. "I think I broke my ankle." He said, before grabbing out a gun and shooting a random person that appeared out of nowhere beside us, seemingly trying to kayak in the ocean using a shopping cart. The guy in the shopping cart grew wings and flew to the sky, then when he reached the sun he got zapped like a bug in one of those blue bug lights and fell back into the ocean. The chicken man turned to me with a kettle in hand. "We're eatin tonight." He said in a thick redneck accent. He then proceeded to jump off the boat into the sea. Another person came back up. "I think I found the Titanic in my anus." He said before turning into a great white shark and eating me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I opened my dry ass eyes to the sound of an alarm clock, coming from beside me. It was just a dream. Rubbing my eyes, I look around, expecting to see my white walled room. But what I saw was far from expected. Pink. Everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, in the pictures hanging on the walls. Everything was nauseatingly pink.

I scratched my head as I stared blankly. Oh no. What did I eat for dinner. Im hallucinating. I thought. Suddenly, the pink ass door swung open like kuzco was just about to come out from behind it. Instead, there was a middle aged lady with brown hair and eyes, holding a plate of pancakes drowned in syrup, with a smile. "Y/N, breakfast is ready. I made your favourite, Pancakes!" She said enthusiastically.

Did she literally just call me 'your name'? Oh hell nah.Oh hell nah.

It couldn't be happening.

The woman, who I assumed was Y/N's mother, looked at my horrified face as I had a temporary mental crisis and frowned. "What's wrong N/N?" she asked in a sickeningly loving voice that I would never hear out of my own hispanic mother.

I tried to act normal. I was in a fanfiction, probably the one I was reading last night, and Y/N's mum is making me pancakes. "I'm Ok." I croaked out. She gave me a sussed out look. "Ok, then you better hurry downstairs and have breakfast. You have to go out on a date with Jackson, remember?"

Jackson Wang. The ex-boyfriend. In every fanfic. ALWAYS.THE. EX. BOYFRIEND.If he's my boyfriend now, he's probably going to cheat on me like in the fanfic.

As I'm getting out of the pinkity pinkass bed, a creepy dark silhouette of a man covered in electronically green flickering letters that looks like it travelled from the matrix franchise, appears beside me. "The fuck!" I screech, as I jump back in fright. The green letters disappear and a very unimpressed Min Yoongi is uncovered from the silhouette. "Chill, ok? It's me." He muttered. Although it was great to see a close up version of THE Min Yoongi speaking to my ugly ass, I was still confused. "And you are?" I asked.

"You're currently stuck in the Fanfiction called 'Mafia', I am your personal Guardian writer. I'll help you complete your mission of being Y/N until the last chapter of the Fanfiction." He said robotically, as if he had said this speech over a dozen times. "Why am I here though?" I asked him and he shrugged nonchalantly. "That's not mine to tell. Anyway, time to get dressed and ready, because you are going to see Jackson Wang who is going to be cheating on you." he said blankly. "I know, I've read the story, but damn, you didn't have to say it so bluntly." I muttered as I pulled myself out of the bed.

Not saying anything, he magically pulled up electronic pictures of some clothes styles hovering out of thin air like he was Tony Stark 2.0. "Pick one." He said as I stared at them.

"Pick one?! Bro I wouldn't be caught dead in those!" I screeched. He frowned, confused. "But they're the lastest style?"

"Latest style from some fucking 2010 budget prepubescent mean girls looking romcom." I scoffed. Suddenly an electronic screen came up beside me, out of thin air, similar to something you would find on an anime dating game, listed with options.

Options1. First dress

2. Second dress

3. Third dress

4. Custom clothing

Confused, I stared at the screen. "It's a touchscreen. You have to press one of the options. This screen will come up a lot during scenes and sometimes you will be able to make a custom choice, other times you have to follow the original options." Yoongi answered, as if he could read my mind.

"Well there's no way I'm wearing those pieces of crap." I said definitely as I pressed on the fourth option. The screen disappeared but nothing happened to the pink pajamas I was currently torturing my skin with. Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You have to voice activate it. Say what you want to wear and it will appear on you."

oh, nice feature. "Umm, a pair of jeans and a black shirt would be nice, with a pair of walking shoes." I was never one to dress outlandishly, as you can see. Suddenly, the pink pajamas disappeared and I was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt, along with a pair of brandless black joggers. "Woah." I was amazed by the transformation.

Yoongi piped up from his quiet corner. "Now, you go downstairs." I forgot he was there. "To be honest if this clothing change hadn't happened like I was in Cinderella, I would not be too happy that you were standing there watching." I commented. Yoongi gave me a blank look. I snorted before going to open the door of the bedroom and step into the unknown house of Y/N. But before doing that I knew I had to do something.

I turned to Yoongi. "Can you meow?"

A/N: Hi, hope you're enjoying your read so far, don't forget to leave comments and votes because I appreciate them. Also just pointing out that Briar is a little chica espanola or at least half so, so I may have some Spanish references in this book. Ily