Hi my name is Charlie. I'm 23 and use they/them pronouns. You may wonder why I'm talking to you instead of letting you figure out this information on your own. It's because I think it's more convenient so you don't have all those questions.

I go to work at the local Walmart. I see my friend Kenny also restocking. "Hey Charlie! Have you seen anybody you're interested in?" He asks me as he puts a few can of olives on the shelf.
"No I haven't. I guess everyone is ugly, no offense." Kenny is tall, skinny, with brown hair. He has kind brown eyes and a sweet laugh.
"Maybe to you, but you know that cashier in checkout 5? He is so hot! Or that really cute movie theater cashier? I think her name was Stacy."
I roll my eyes, "Kenny you're having another pansexual panic, relax."
"Charlie you don't understand-"
"I really don't-"
"There's so many hot people in the world! Try opening your eyes to the possibility."
"I'm fine with being by myself. I don't want to date someone if I only see them as a friend." We continue talking but about different subjects. Our dream places to live (New York), what our dream jobs are (Kenny wants to be an author but I want to be an actor), work drama, just stuff like that.

I come home to my small two bedroom apartment. I say hello to my bearded dragon and feed her. At one point I see a bright light that looks like a doorway, and like any charecter in a horror movie, I walk though it.

I'm in a pink bedroom with stuffed animals everywhere. There's a tower fan in the corner as well as a night light. Great I'm in a little girl's room and not in my little cozy apartment. I see a ginger teenager approaching and get in the closet to hide. Ironic, I know. It's very difficult to fit because this is more of a tiny storage area with clothes, than a closet.
I hear the child listening to music and aggressively typing on a tablet. I accidentally end up falling out after I trip on a gift bag.

The child looks at me and I look at them, both bewildered and terrified. They clear their throat, "Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. I went through a portal and then poof, here I am. I'm sorry please don't call the cops or anything I'll leave and find my house," I beg of this teenager.
"No you don't have to leave. I'll help you get home Charlie."
"How do you know my name?"
"I wasn't sure it was you if I'm being honest. I should describe charecters more often and better, but no that takes too much work."
"You didn't answer my question. How do you know my name?" I ask again.
"I don't really know how to say this, but I created you. You are a figment of my imagination in digital copies. I know every single thing about you. Would you like examples?"
"I don't believe you. You're crazy!"
"Your best friend is your coworker Kenny [enter last name here] who is pansexual and the same age as you. He dreams of being an author -a little bit on the nose of your origin I know right- but after his parents got into that car accident in 2020 that killed his mom and gave his dad paralysis, he spends almost all of his free time taking care of him. He has so many crushes yet he doesn't pursue them, not because of fear, but because he worries what will happen to his dad if he's not there for him."
"That doesn't mean you know everything about me. It just means you stalk Kenny," I say desperately trying to escape the lies of this witch.
"Your parents got divorced when you were 6. You spent all your time with your wicked mother who manipulated you constantly. You longed to be with your father, but the court always rules in favor of the mothers, no matter how kind or mean they are. You dream of being an actor -same bestie- but you can't afford moving to New York or Hollywood so you feel hopless. Not to mention you've never gotten a single lead role in your life at community theater. Now you work such long shifts at Walmart that...