Hello!

While I'm stuck on writing emotional parts for my already existing stories, I thought to myself: why don't I start another story, this time for some good old shonen anime that is currently consuming my time and energy?

How about I do the cliche among cliches and write a reaction fanfic, where characters watch their own series?

And how about instead of starting small, I pick out a 800+ episode monster that I will sooner or later inevitably drop?

So... There you have it. My take on reaction genre. Let's see how far this will go.

The prologue is short and pretty vague, no specific information revealed. But if you like it, let me know by leaving a review or PMing. Both methods are fine.

I am already working on episode one which I will post some time during next 2-3 days. That chapter will also serve as a continuation of prologue and will shed some light on the identities of summoned spectators.

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda and Toei Animation.

White static.

Everything seemed completely normal one moment, but the next an entire world seemed to be plunged into it. It was hard, nearly impossible if even to hear your own thoughts.

But supposedly life was full of unpredictable twist and turns – death too, surprisingly - and maybe a little lapses of unexplained and unexpected static were not something worth of getting a reaction. Nevertheless, the feeling was becoming uncomfortable. Irritating even.

Not that it mattered, for the static only lasted so long. Soon enough it disappeared completely, allowing a handful of people to take a good look around their surroundings. And what a weird bunch of people it was!

Men and women of all ages and backgrounds. People that were claimed by Death or have nearly avoided it. Others full to the brim of abundant joy and happiness that Life is known to bless with some chosen ones. A part of them were hailed as heroes. A part of them were considered to be villains. None of them could be called saints. Some were potentially dangerous to those around them. And others had to face themselves as the biggest enemy. But none of their shared similarities or differences mattered, for all of them had been under the same all-powerful spell of confusion.

Despite the varying environments and circumstances, they seemed to be brought to the same place. And what a strange place it was!

Warm brown walls and rows of seats covered in a burgundy satin served as a contrast to a painfully white static that connected each and every newcomer mere moments ago. A soft lighting brought relief to eyes that were blinded by bright nothingness which ruled over everyone just a few time grains back. The change was strange but not unwelcome. It was somewhat cozy and felt slightly like home.

Although, the wide black plasma screen that covered most of the wall in front of seats was rather baffling.

"What is going on?"

Four simple words in a simple question was all it took for the spell to break. Confusion gave way to suspicion and panic.

"Where are we?" Was the obligatory follow-up and the effect it had on newcomers was instantaneous.

"What's happening?"

"What is this place?"

And then finally-

"Aren't- Aren't you supposed to be dead?!"

Ah, yes. The most important question that managed to put an end to the ruckus in a flash. A question so relevant, it forced everyone to look at the people surrounding them, rather than just the environment.

A looming figure of Edward Newgate, otherwise known as Whitebeard, surrounded by a few of his sons.

A congregation of infamous Warlords, such as young and beautiful woman, a man with slicked black hair and scar, splitting his face in two. Tall and powerful man that seemed to belong to the sea and another man, with cold golden eyes and razor sharp sword strapped to his back. A young man barely in twenties with tattoos, covering his hands.

Five figures shrouded in mystery and dark green cloaks.

Six figures wearing the mark of authority and snow white uniforms, one of them accompanied by a young woman with navy blue hair.

Two young individuals that shook in fear of unknown.

A red haired man with three scars running across his left eye and three fellow crewmates having his back.

And a crew of nine, including their straw hatted captain.

Before the realization of the kind of company had been summon could settle in, the lights suddenly dimmed. The screen lit up gaining attention from everyone present.

-Wealth, fame, power. Gold Roger, the King of the Pirates, attained everything this world has to offer. The words he uttered just before his death drove people to the seas.-

A man's voice narrated as a series of pictures drawn on parchment appeared.

"My treasure? If you want it, you can have it! Find it! I left everything this world has to offer there!"

Everyone watched as the sails decorated with Jolly Rogers unfurled, carrying ships to the sea. Breaths baited, eyes transfixed to the scene.

-And so men head for the Grand Line in pursuit of their dreams! The world has truly entered a Great Pirate Era!-

With that the scene they were watching stopped and the screen turned black again. A wave of confusion swept over the audience but before anyone would voice their steadily growing unease, a feminine youthful voice spoke, seemingly coming out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

"Welcome, weary souls and adventure pursuers, to the land of crossroads and fateful choices! I hope all of you reached this place in one piece!" A voice let out a small snort as if laughing at some inside joke.

"Who are you?!" Simple question echoed in a spacious room, asked by a few people at the same time, each showing varying degree of irritation.

"You may call me Nocturnal," the answer came immediately, voice sounding calm and unperturbed. Before someone could comment, it continued. "And before you can ask, you are currently in my personal little pocket dimension that had been created by yours truly to serve one purpose."

"And what is that?" A man with cold golden eyes and quiet disposition asked before anyone could react, mirroring their kidnapper's calm demeanor. It seemed that the newcomers chose to ignore the presence of their friends and foes in favor of dealing with the entity now known as Nocturnal and the possibility of threat.

"To show you an epic adventure, known as 'One Piece'!"

And that's about it for the first chapter.

I'll most likely write only dialogue lines of the series itself instead of narrating every single detail. Not only it will take me less time to get through entire episodes but also avoid violating copyrights.

Anyway, let me know what you think by leaving a review. Even the smallest comment will be greatly appreciated.

See you soon!