Edit May 11, 2007:

A/N: Hello to all. Name's Auron's Fan, and if you're reading this, that means that, golly gee. You're either just staring my fan fiction, wonderfully titled "What The" (I seriously wish I had a brain when I started), and an embarking on an epic tale…blah. Alright. I'm editing this because my mind can't take what my poor, stupid younger self wrote. I realize this is pretty …crappy, and so, I went through to edit it. And before I forget, if you see this fan fiction on any sites like "An Example of a Mary Sue", honestly, TELL ME! I would be honored to see my horrible fan fiction had the honor of burning people's eyes out. (sniff).

Anyway, enough of me. Enjoy the editing version of "What The".

Chapter 1: Chance of My Lifetime

On a normal Sunday, in a normal town, there sat a pretty boring teenager, playing, in her opinion, the best video game known to mankind, Final Fantasy X. And that teenager was me.

'You know, I honestly could be doing my homework right about now…' I thought to myself, shaking my head, before reaching over and grabbing the guide book. 'The only good part about this is I get to see Auron…in all his sexiness…'

I almost jumped, practically letting my characters get killed, before shaking my head. "And what the heck am I thinking?"

"Brie!" an annoying voice screamed, causing a few windows to shatter because of such.

I sighed, and paused the game. "Yes?"

"Have you done any homework?!" The annoying voice, which was sadly my mother, shrilled again from downstairs. It was amazingly creepy and not natural how my mother can scream from the basement, and yet someone five miles away could hear her.

I looked down at my backpack, untouched, thinking about the project I had due the next day. "Yep!" I lied with complete ease, before unpausing the game, and continuing on my merry way.

The annoying voice, along with its owner, appeared in my room instantaneously, her eyes flashing in anger. "You have not. Go take out the garbage.

I internally groaned. Garbage; I hated the stupid thing, and it was my lazy brother's job. "Fine," I said, pausing the game yet again. What could I do? I needed $50 dollars in a week; I was broke. I wanted to be on her good side… if she had one.

"Don't use that tone with me! Lazy children! I swear!" My mother started to reach down to turn off the Playstation 2!

"No!" I exclaimed, as the screen went black and all my hard work vanished into nothing. I hadn't saved for six hours! I hadn't planned to, anyway!

"Vilg oui!" I screamed in Al Bhed, as I ran out the door (when one is seriously into a fandom, they learn the lingo, no matter how nerdy they sound). My mother just stood behind me, glaring.

'I've should've expected this…,' I thought bitterly as I dragged the cans to the curb. Inside, I heard a terrified scream! "Great… Mom must've seen my laundry pile," I groaned, before running back inside.

But, no, it wasn't the laundry. My PS2 was billowing out smoke, as though I had burnt popcorn. 'Overheated?' I wondered, looking at the outlet. No, it wasn't plugged in! Suddenly, the TV popped on. I was scared stiff.

"This is just like in the Ring, when the good-looking guy dies!" I screamed aloud. In spite of the confusion, my mother just stared at me. But, instead of a nasty little girl climbing out of the television, a little boy hopped out, dusted off his clothes, and looked up to me.

Although my mother was screaming bloody murder, I had an eerie feeling that I knew who this was. Even if it was a clichéd way of doing what I'd had wished for…recently, it was still pretty cool.

"Are you the Bevellean Fayth?" I inquired, stepping up to him, and almost afraid to touch him, for if he disappeared, it would mean that he wasn't real.

"Yes, and we need you help, Brie." He said quietly.

"Hey, how do you know my name?" I pondered aloud.

The Fayth boy smacked his head. "My gosh, you play the game enough, that almost everyone knows it!"

I blinked. Um, like that isn't completely creepy. Since when does playing the game give the characters the rights to know you? "Um, alrighty…"

The fayth didn't respond; he just stared at the ground.

"Whatever. Call me when you need me." I shrugged, then politely shoved my mother out of my room, before reaching down to pull out my DDRMax 2 mat.

"No, we need you now!" he exclaimed, which made me drop the mat.

'Could you say that any louder? I'm sure the aliens on Mars could've heard you…' I thought, shaking my head.

"Ok…well, can I bring some stuff?" I said, reaching for my backpack. My parents looked at the fayth and I as though we were both nuts. Believe me, I certainly thought I was too. Seeing as I was about to fall into…what? Spira? And here I was asking to bring stuff from Earth…

"Sure," he mumbled, not looking me in the eye. Perhaps he was afraid of catching the rabid fan girl disease?

I started to grab a handful of cd's, my Walkman, and Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. I could have swore that my mom whispered, "Why in the world did we not buy this girl an Ipod?" to my dad.

"Ready!" I exclaimed, smiling broadly. Hey, it's not everyday you're offered a chance of being sucked into your favorite video game.

"We're going back, back to Dream Zanarkand," The fayth said, stepping into the TV.

"That far back? Maybe I need more stuff…" I glanced down to my backpack… If we were going that far back, I might need a rope to catch Auron…

You did not just hear that.

"No, let's go." He said it so gently, like a mother speaking to a child, that I agreed and took his had. In we went, and the last thing I remember before blacking out was hearing Auron say, "This is your world now."