Oh dear, I've fallen to the dreaded OC self-insert. But I'm going to try and do this one right. I'm going to try and not write a Mary Sue (even though she kind of is one by default), and make her integration into the plot believable and realistic.

This was (quite heavily) inspired by the boom in non-Mary Sue self-insert fics in the Naruto fandom. I thought I'd try the same thing for a different fandom, just to see how it would turn out. I hope you enjoy?

The story I'm about to tell you is a true one, as crazy and far-fetched as it may sound. My name is Lana, and I'm a butterfly – yes, you heard me. A butterfly. But, you see, I wasn't always a butterfly, and Lana wasn't always my name. Believe it or not, I used to be a human once, just like you. But then something went wrong. There was an accident, and, the next thing I knew, I was a tiny little caterpillar. I think I might have been reincarnated. Maybe this is all some weird dream I'm having before or after I died. I don't know, and I really don't want to.

Yes, I had to go through the whole metamorphosis thing too. Fortunately, though, normal puberty was way worse. At least metamorphosis was over and done with in a few days, and yay for no menstrual cycles!

The thing is, I didn't realize where exactly I was right away. It all started when I woke up in a dark place, completely surrounded by thick walls. I didn't care about where or what I was – all I wanted was to get out. So I pushed against the walls, slammed myself against them, and then, finally, the wall crumbled, and sunlight poured in.

I'm a Morpho butterfly. Under normal circumstances, we only live for about a hundred and fifteen days. We're supposed to stay in our cocoons for twenty to thirty days, and then, once adults, live only for two to three weeks longer before dying. As you can imagine, I was a little upset when I found out what exactly I was. It meant that I had less than a third of a year to live. That's less than four months. What was the point in being reincarnated if I was going to live for such little time?

It took one look at my home – a large, sprawling city, as opposed to a forest, which was supposed to be the habitat of a normal Morpho butterfly – to realize that I wasn't exactly like normal butterflies. The fact that I was capable of human speech only reinforced my theory – that I was an anthropomorphic butterfly. This was a little inconvenient, to say the least. It meant that my (already limited) knowledge of butterfly anatomy was next to useless. On the other hand, it meant that I had a pretty good chance of outliving my four-month deadline, and that, in and of itself, was pretty amazing. At this point, I didn't care who, what, or where I was – all I wanted was to live.

I soon came to realize that being an anthropomorphic Morpho butterfly, as opposed to a normal one, worked a lot in my favor. You see, in this world, "anthropomorphic" means that you exhibit some human characteristics while retaining most of your non-human ones. For me, I have pretty much the same brain as I did before I was reborn here. I was a caterpillar for a good two years before disappearing into my cocoon and going MIA for another three years. When I was five years old, though I had the mental capacity of a human child, I was physically an adult by butterfly standards. This, as you can imagine, was a bit of a problem.

I couldn't enroll in a school – what would people think when they saw me? Even in my old life, pride was one of my biggest weaknesses – it was what prevented me from seeking help before things got really bad. I was so terrified of what people would think when they saw me – saw my body, saw my wings, saw everything. So I decided to crash a kindergarten class – something that easily made the top of my personal list of "Things I never imagined that I would ever do, but did anyway". My main problem was that there was a language barrier. At that time, I didn't care what the language was – I couldn't remember how English was supposed to sound, I couldn't remember how Spanish was supposed to sound, I couldn't remember how Japanese was supposed to sound – I was completely alone in a world that I didn't understand. People must have thought I was a creepy stalker or something, because I remember spending a lot of time just listening endlessly to people's conversations, trying to understand what exactly they were saying. Over the course of my caterpillar days and (embarrassingly few) "adult" days, it (thankfully) became easier to understand the language the people around me spoke.

I spent most of my kindergarten days skulking in the shadows at the back of the classroom. I was always terrified of what would happen if the sun hit me – the light would reflect off my wings, I'd glow blue, and everyone would know exactly where and what I was. So I tried to avoid light as much as possible. Basically, when you crash a course, you sit in the lecture hall, even though you aren't officially enrolled in the class, and hope that the professor gives you an add code and lets you stay. May the odds be in your favor, and all that fun stuff. If you haven't gotten the picture already, this sort of thing is supposed to happen in college, not kindergarten. But sometimes, you've got to do what you've got to do, no matter how embarrassing it is. All I needed to know was how to read and write. I could work out the rest by myself. So, for about two months, I sat in the back of a kindergarten class, soaking up all the information the teacher had to offer (which wasn't much, since she was teaching a bunch of five- and six-year-olds – but then again, that's what I was too, so I have no right to talk). Once I was comfortable with piecing words together, I stopped attending (crashing) altogether and spent nearly all of my time in the library.

A few months of near endless reading, and the evidence for where I was mounted. It took several repetitions of "Station Square," "Chaos Emeralds," and "GUN" for the truth to finally sink in, for me to finally wrap my head around where I was – that this was the world of Sonic the Hedgehog.

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

Please don't hesitate to tell me if you think Lana is displaying too many Mary Sue qualities, or if you find anything else wrong with this. Tentatively, the main storyline will follow Sonic Adventure and, depending on how it goes, may or may not continue with Sonic Adventure 2.

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