Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence, Self-Insert OC, Crack, Messing the Canon Events (later) Genderbent, First Person View (May change to Third Person View later) etc

Hello, this is purely self-indulgent and I'm not sweating too much to get it serious or keep totally in track with canon. That's not this story (maybe another one later) this is me, who has read waaaaay to many SI OC fics this past two weeks and getting stalled in writing other important things. So…this was born to help me keep up writing and basically BSing my way through fandom. Heh.

So like it, don't like it. Doesn't matter I will try to keep writing in it for purely selfish reasons.

Crack. Pure stupid oh my god what have I done crack. Because that's how I roll after 8 hours of work and coming home to couch potato it out.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Expect for my cat. That pussy kitty is MINE! *Cuddles with resigned to it's fate cat*

I didn't believe what happened to me at first. I mean- who would?

It had been a fairly typically day for me, wake up, shift my cat's large ass off my face, lay in bed until the last possible second then leap up in a hurry to get ready for work, work till lunch…then…

…well then is where I am now, I guess.

I remember walking to my favorite pizzeria shop that was situated right across from my work place, seriously I eat there at least 3 times a week, and my poor wallet wants to cry mutiny on me. I got my mini dish and was walking back across the street when it happened.

Some asshole in a freaking muscle car came blaring down a 25/mph road at 60+/mph and slammed right into me.

I hadn't even seen it coming which is just odd since I always look both ways before crossing the road and I hate to jay walk in fear for this very scenario. Whoever it was who hit me…I hope you go to prison and get butt raped for the rest of your miserable life.

Asshole.

Now I'm somewhere else, I'm not sure where but I could hazard a guess. It kind of resembled a waiting room, you know- the kind that you see in doctors' offices. There were other people there as well, all of us just sitting in these uncomfortable chairs and being very silent.

It was probably the shock of it all.

I mean…who expects to die? I know I wasn't going to live forever or anything but I was young. Only two decades old and I hadn't done anything with my life yet.

I mean that- I haven't done anything.

I mean I still lived with my mother, not that that's a bad thing, I mean- I love my mom with everything in me and we get along very well since it's just the two of us. Sure there are my siblings but they all flew out of the nest the second they graduated from high school, off to college and the world and all that rot.

Brats.

I guess I should introduce myself huh? Just so you get the full picture.

My name is…well none of your business, my age at my time of death was mid-twenties, I'm a lil chubby and have a few health issues but all in all not bad looking. Like I said before I live…lived with my mother, mostly because I love her and have a little thing called separation anxiety.

Not that she seemed to mind since she loved me a lot and enjoyed the company. I didn't have too many friends, mostly because I find it too bothersome and I don't really like crowds. The few I did have though were really great.

Although recently they have started to grow up and were flying the coop too, I guess…well when you get older it kind of has to happen at some point.

Not me though, because I don't have that option any more.

I'm guess I'm what you call an introvert person though I'm told I'm really fun the few times I'm more outgoing which is few and far in between. Also very much an otaku and kind of a Fujoshi which is basically a yaoi fangirl.

Yea I ship it, I ship a lot of things and I'm not ashamed of it.

I was also what you classify as a virgin. I mean a holy mary virgin. I've never had a boyfriend- or girlfriend for that matter. Hey it's the 21st century, equal rights bitches. I wonder if this gets me an automatic pass now? Which would be kind of cool.

So I think that's it...oh wait.

I have a cat.

Oh dear god…my cat…noooooo!

Who the hells is gonna snuggle with my baby now?!

I think I start to cry right then as I sit there in that seat, maybe it had just hit me that I'm dead now and I'm never going to see my mother or my friends or my annoying siblings or…my beautiful, lovely, cuddly kitty ever again.

This sucks, a lot.

Not to mention I was in the middle of several t.v. shows and now I'll never know the endings! I hate that the most I think, what of all those Marvel movies that had yet to come out? I won't be able to see them…One Piece is still ongoing too- I hope that Luffy becomes the Pirate King in the end…

"Number 543222. Come forth. Number 543222."

I look down at the small piece of paper I'm holding, I have to push up my glasses since they've fallen almost all the way down my nose but I read the small printed numbers.

Why was I holding on to this again?

"Number 543222…"

Oh- that's me I guess.

I get up and on auto-pilot walk towards the one door in the room, everyone around me just sits there and stare off into space. I wonder if they're rethinking their lives like I did. Wondering the 'what ifs'?

Though now that I think about it, shouldn't we be all..wound-y? I mean I was hit by a freaking car and I'm perfectly intact right now. I guess Beetlejuice got it wrong. At least about the gruesome wounds and creepy backgrounds.

The goddamn waiting room was spot on though.

I walked through the door without thinking about it and looked around and tried really, really hard not to scream when I noticed the creepy people in the room.

Although calling them people might be stretching it, they looked like some kind of hostile aliens from Doctor Who or something.

Very tall with mostly humanoid bodies and no face.

Like literally their heads were totally blank, no mouth or nose or eyes or hair…it was creepy and I really wanted to cry again but I sucked it up.

"You shall be judged then wiped clean." The voice came from…one of them although I have no idea how.

I stand there shaking a little, I guess I was in some kind of purgatory although I wasn't religious during life I find that I feel kind of cheated I guess. I had halfway expected to just cease to exist after death. Why all this judging business though? Are they really going to tally up sins and virtues? Because that's bullshit, sins and virtues change constantly as the years go by, what people thought of as a sin in say the 1600s is normal in the 21st century, like same-sexed marriages and women having jobs and wearing pants and men wearing dresses, although sadly that last one is still in progress, oh well.

Also this wiped clean business? Oh hell no. Don't even think about it. I like the current me, mostly.

Before anything else could be said there was noise coming from the door behind me. It kind of sounded like one of persons outside got over their shock faster than the others and was causing up a snit.

The beings around me turned as one to the door and left through it, leaving me there standing. It was quiet obvious they expected me to stay in this very spot but…well I guess I was getting over my shock as well because I decided to rebel.

Hey, I was dead. Viva la revelation. It was kind of freeing actually. I won't disgrace my family if I did something stupid here because-

Oh look, I made myself want to cry again, fudge sticks.

There was one other door in the small room I had been standing in. Deciding to hurry before the creepy beings came back from riot control I run through it.

-and now I am in a creepy long ass corridor with thousands of doors left and right.

I'm in Beetlejuice, there is no question of it now.

Does that make me a ghost? Ohhh Supernatural here I come.

Snickering now- I can't help it I'm picturing Dean and Sam trying to smite me as I go all fangirl on them- I quick walk down the hallway looking at the doors which were all different. There was names assign to them on these big name plates but unfortunately for me I couldn't read the language, curse you English! No one likes you.

Humming a tune now, 'Binks' Sake' from One Piece- because I felt it was appropriate- I decide to pick a door before the wardens get me.

I figure each door is probably a universe and while the inner otaku in me is squealing in delight the rest of me is skeptical. I doubt I'd get anything cool, I don't have that kind of luck.

Although if I had to pick a universe…oooh I have so many favorites! To be a witch in Harry Potter-! And that universe is similar to my world that I can still watch television! Or Teen Wolf! Or heck I can even go anime style. Yu-gi-oh, Detective Conan, Bleach or my current favorite One Piece! I remember reading a bunch of fanfics of reborn characters going to their favorite places and are either reborn as a new character or take over the life of another.

I'm frowning now as I look at the doors, I may have read a lot of fanfiction before since I didn't have much of a life but to actually be in this position- I'm not sure I like it. While on one hand it's cool to say you can be reborn in your favorite world one the other hand…I still can't read the doors so I don't know where I'll go and I doubt I can go with my memories although…I haven't yet been wiped…

"Well let's go like this then." I mumbled to myself. "Ine-minee-moe." I run down the hallway now and point to different doors as I sing-song.

Finally I stop outside of one particular door, it's very elegant looking and has the Roman numeral ten on it…or an X. Could go either way.

"Well here goes nothing…I hope that if I'm reborn with memories I get to be a really cool person. Someone who's powerful and doesn't take shit. Basically…I hope I'm different then I was in my last life. I want- want to be strong this time around."

With resolve now - heh - I push open the door and walk through, not hearing the commotion that came from the direction I had come through as the faceless realized I was missing.

Then…darkness.