|Sucked into Soul Eater
Author: Not-Alone-Anymore PM
Oh look at that, I seem to have gotten myself in quite the situation. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I've gotten into the world of Soul Eater. I do intend to find out how, and yes; why, but first I think I'll take a bit of time to 'enjoy the scenery.' (A.N. I changed the summary 'cause I didn't like the other one. On hiatus)Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 13 - Words: 19,094 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 02-21-13 - Published: 10-05-12 - id: 8584280
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Me: Hello guys! This is my first Soul Eater fanfic, and I really hope you like it. I've been having a bit of writer's block on my other stories, so I decided to get my mind off of them and write this. Thus, I won't be updating this as much. Oh yeah, this is also the first time I've had dialogue in the Author's note.
Maka: Yup, so you get to put up with us for EVERY SINGLE AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Soul: *head in hands* This is so uncool.
Maka: This story is about N.A.A. being sucked into Soul Eater, NOT one of her OC's. She changed her name though.
Soul: So uncool.
Maka: N.A.A. doesn't own Soul Eater!
Sucked into Soul Eater
WHAT THE HECK?!
Click, clack, tip, tap. Type away, oh little one. Tip, tap, click, clack. Soon to be, gone away, oh little one.
Click, clack, tip, tap. Type away, to a new world. Tip, tap, click, clack. Oh but do not fear, oh little one.
But to where, oh little one?
Do not fear, oh little one.
Hello. This is a story, about me. I don't get out much. I have no social life, not even on the internet. The only saviours from my dull life are my sketchbook, notebook, anime, and fanfiction too. I'm a total, and utter geek.
You know when I said I have no social life? Well I do have one, just not a very big one. The few friends I have are my only inspirations when it comes to sketching. I prefer to sketch, or rather just draw anime. I've drawn so many anime characters, I even drew myself. My favorite anime of all time though, is Soul Eater. Without a doubt.
I often imagine myself in my favorite animes. I imagined myself being an epic weapon in Soul Eater, like a whip or something. I always figured that I wouldn't need any help, but that's probably wrong. I just won't WANT any help. Of course I've always realized that this dream won't come true.
Anyways, where this story starts is with me on the couch in the living room. Soul Eater is playing, and it's the last episode. I love re-watching the episodes since I watch them on Netflix. It's right at the part where Maka punches the Kishin in the face.
Of course my sister picks THIS time to play her punk-rock music. She-as usual-turns the volume to the almost climax. I sigh, and pause my show. I heave myself off from the couch, and grab my sketchbook. I dash, and practically throw the door open.
Outside I go, and out to my favorite tree. I climb from branch, to branch, my mechanical pencil in between my teeth, and sketchbook under my armpit. I reach the top branch, and settle down in a comfortable nook.
I grab my pencil from my teeth, and press down on the eraser. I open my sketchbook, and flip to the back. Man, there's only a few pages ledt. I sigh. I seem to sigh a lot. Well after sighing, I start to draw the head.
"Ugh, I wish I was in Soul Eater. Then my life would be so much more exciting!" I groan, hitting the back of my head to the tree, eyes closed. I don't usualy take naps, or sleep until 10:30 P.M. or later, but today was just perfect. The temperature was just perfect for my taste, not too cold, but not too warm.
Also, the sounds of the, um, outdoors, sound wonderful. Oh the drowsiness of the moment is almost luxurious. I close my eyes, and don't open them.
"Hmph." I jerk my eyes open. I'm looking at my paper, but it seems different. I look up at the tree I'm sitting in, it's also different. I look at my hand, and yes, it's different. Everything seems like anime. That's when I decided to look up, at the sun. It's laughing. Evilly. Like on Soul Eater. Oh dear.
I drop down from the branches, with my pencil marking my page. I look around. Yup, it's definetely Death City. What other city would be up on an incline, and have a giant, totally symmetrical, school at the top.
I gulp. WHAT THE HECK?!
Me: A bit shorter then I wanted...
Maka: Where were me and Soul?!
Me: Don't worry, you'll come in the next chapter.
Soul: When will that chapter be up again?
Me: uhhh... I have no idea...
Until next time,