(I would apologize but I haven't had internet access in the past month and a half so- yeah. Please review!)

Your name is the SUPERNATURAL FANDOM and you are flailing around like a fish out of water. Your immediate reaction is to use your weapons hidden in the many pockets in your coat, but you are so dazed and panicked, you totally forget.

"Let me go, I am not-"

You get smacked across the face. Ow. You struggle and flip around ungraciously to face a creepy looking fandom- OH NO. You shriek and dodge a large dagger as it smacks the ground where you used to be. No. No. No. You look up into the crazed eyes of the CREEPYPASTA Fandom.

OH.

NO.

Your shriek is muffled as you're thrown against the ground. This wasn't going to end well. You've never been unprepared for a battle, so this is making you feel really out of place. You get hit in the back and our knocked down too easily.

"Ready to give up?" A dark voice echoes out in the distance and repeats itself, getting seemingly closer. Oh, wow that is really disturbing okay. You shake your head, trying to wear a victorious grin, kind of like the heroes in movies before defeating the bad guys.

"Not yet."

Of all things you yell out before dying, you have to say-

"HOMESTUCK. Get your ass in here and help me!"

That's all it took. There is a loud crash and the light pours in as the door somewhere on your right is smashed open. You can make out the web-comic's green eyes glowing brightly. His glare is icy and pointed in your direction more than the fandom about to hurt you.

"You feather-devil!" He manages to scream at you before dodging a blow, and leaping onto your attacker and bringing out a huge blue hammer from nowhere. The fight isn't long because Homestuck is thrown across the room with a loud screech of defiance.

At least he's trying to defend you. Your hero. And of all things he calls you- he calls you a feather 'devil'. Wow, you like that. A lot.

There are a lot of crashes and at one point, Homestuck resorts to lighting shaving cream on fire, of all things. He has the weirdest way of fighting, but he usually is getting the job done. Go team.

As you shuffle to knees, the CreepyPasta Fandom throws you a dark stare before disappearing with a blood-lust grin. You'd never have been scared of a fandom before, but if there had to be one, it would be him. That was fast.

A shiver runs down your spine, but Homestuck suddenly grabs you by your shirt-collar and pulls you to your feet. You manage a "Hi-"but then you're thrown backward by a cracking punch. You make a dull thud as you limply lie on the ground, not moving or getting up.

After a minute, Homestuck panics and comes to your side, thinking he killed you.

"Love you too, honey." You snap, rubbing your cheek as he decides to help you up.

"Shut up."

"Make me." He then quiets after that, looks like you got your way. How awkward would it be if he knew how you really felt? You'll never find out.

It's been a day, and you still feel as if a crowbar is looming behind you. You repeatedly flinch as you walk along the hallways, back to your place. Homestuck is crossed-armed, still following silently which is quite surprising. His bright irises shine in the shadows as he walks, making it only worse in your fear of being attacked again.

When you reach your door, you turn and wave your hands in a motion to shoo him away.

"You can go now."

"Yeah I know-"Suddenly the web-comic goes rigid and grips the door side, sliding to the ground and clutching his stomach. Your heart drops and it rings in your ears in terror.

"Homestuck?"

"I can't- Fuck!" He chokes, clawing the ground and moaning in pain. Oh no. There must have been an unexpected update, this is the only time you've really seen it hurt a Fandom this much. You lean down and scoop him up and drag him back, away from your apartment now.

"What-holy shit…ghh, are y-you doing?" He chokes, sputtering well enough though his body having a convulsion. His claws dig into your skin, but you can't focus on that right now. You only focus on helping Homestuck. Man, you're so stupid.

Good thing his hall is somewhat close. You whip out a knife and unscrew the door hinges quickly and nearly fall in while Homestuck lets out a shriek of irritation.

"That was a nice door- Nat!"

"Hetalia, get in here!" The anime fandom peers around the corner and you see the Sherlock Fandom and Doctor Who Fandom behind him. The whole gang, great. Probably having a family meeting because you a a great family….

Of all men…mkay. You need to rethink that later. You're preoccupied at the particular period in time.

"How did you get in-Homestuck! What happened-"Did he not hear the door?

"No time, here take him, I don't want him!"

"Fuck you." The horned-fandom hisses weakly as you pass him to the others. The best friend of the panicking Fandom is trying to calm him and propping him up on the couch while Doctor turns to you and grabs your shoulder.

"You know…you did the right thing."

"Yeah, whatever."

"I'm proud of you Nat."

"I…," Did he just say…wait. No. You hesitate before responding solemnly. "Whatever, it doesn't matter."

Your heart seems to throw itself out of loop. Not many know this, but Doctor Who wasn't just a close friend- he was almost- ALMOST, a father too you. He's ten times older than you anyway. But you've always looked up to him, and even though he isn't the best at respecting your distaste for other fandoms, he's always stayed by your side. He's wise, he's funny and smart and very respected in most parts of the Tumblr Base.

He was one of the first fandoms you've actually cared for and viewed as family. He was important and usually didn't give his approval or as a matter of fact, he didn't give to many compliments.

And RIGHT NOW this isn't going through your head, you don't give a damn- you're acting like a bratty child who did something good and they're not in the mood to be praised for it.

"It does too. He could've-"

"And he still can die." You snap, prying from his grip and glowering with those intense, icy blue and serious eyes you've been told you've had. The Doctor pauses before resting his old stare on you and turning back to view Sherlock helping Hetalia, who is having a panic-attack of his own at the site of is friend. The British, dark-haired Fandom turns his attention to you…

You see his pain for you, but his gratefulness, and if he was over at your side, he would be lecturing you for doing a good thing too.

Why was it so surprising that you 'did something good for a change'?

Hello.

Okay maybe this is kind of different. You've stayed in the neutral, not because you don't want to do good but because you won't do bad either. You're not a bad fandom. And you think some are starting to realize that.

Then you realize what you just said. Homestuck still can die. And wow, the guilt weighing on you is as heavy as a moose. It settles uncomfortably there until a hand shakes you back into reality.

"Nat? Nat!" Who stammers, gripping you in fear, "What…can you hear me?"

"How 'bout you shut up."

"That's Nat alright." Sherlock grins from behind his 'not-boyfriend' and pulls him away from his motherly-antics. You must have had one of you daze out moments. Whoops.

"Are you-"

"I need to go." You whisper and stumble backward, nearly tripping over the thrown door. Both of the BBC Fandoms look completely confused as you rush out, Doctor Who mostly looking hurt. Sorry, but you'll be back soon. You need to talk to someone.

Right now.