You awake.

You slowly sit up from where you are, finding that you've been laying on a red chaise couch. You place a hand tentatively to the side of your head as you continue looking around. You're in a small hallway and on the walls is professional looking painted portraits of people you don't recognize, and some you do but they're of celebrities oddly. You can hear the soft crackling of a fire down the hall, you look to it and see a glow of orange and yellow dancing along the walls. You look up and down the hall again and you get up, cautiously making your way down the hall to the fire. As you step in, you see a fire back lighting a figure in a red velvet wingback chair, dressed in a red fluffy robe and looking to be reading a book. The room itself is a library with a fireplace, all the books varying in sizes and looking like they've been so carefully taken care of. On the opposite side of the fireplace there's a desk with a lamp and laptop, there's multiple pencil holders and you believe you see a sketchbook. Stepping further into the room, you can see that the figure a late teenage girl with auburn hair and bangs that go straight across her forehead. She hears the floorboards creak and she looks up from the book she's reading with bright blue eyes that're peeking behind a pair of rectangular black rimmed glasses. She smiles, you can see a dimple on the right side of her face.

"Ah, you're awake." She says, placing a bookmark into her book then getting up and setting it where she once sat in the chair. She walks up to you and takes both your hands in hers.

"Welcome to this totally fake place that I wish was real." She says.

"Who are you?" You find yourself muttering. The girl's eyes go wide and she opens her mouth a few times, a bizarre blubbering-slash-choking noise escaped her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you'd have an idea since you're reading this bullshit!" She exclaims, then she laughs, it sounds fake, nervous, and panicking at the same time. She drops one of your hands and she clears her throat.

"I'm President Oberon! Ya know, the author of this dumbass furry fic?" Oberon laughs again, "I'm kidding I'm a furfag and I've come to terms with that- anywhore as I was saying," She interrupts herself and she laughs again. Jeez, is this really the person who's written one of my favorite fanfics of all time? You thought.

"I'm the author, or as I've called it, authot, or a thot. All titles work. Anywhore I brought you here for a reason." She takes your hand and leads you to her desk. Oberon let's go of your other hand and she goes to the other side of the desk. She bends over and heaves as she lifts up a gray backpack. It's very rectangular and it's kept it's shape despite- oh jesus that's a lot of shit she's pulling out it.

"Now, this is the reason why I haven't been updating." Oberon says sadly. You gape at the work then look back to her, she does that weird white person smile that they do when they see someone and want to acknowledge they've seen that person but don't want to talk.

"I'm sorry, I'm honestly so, so sorry. This fanfic is one of my favorites." Oberon takes your hands again. "I've been so busy with work, schoolwork, and other things that I've been putting off this fic. . . Not to mention I totally left this toxic ass site with little warning. I literally only said it on my art book, lmao."

Jesus christ she literally said lmao out loud, oh my god.

"SOOO! Good news now!" Oberon becomes bright and she grins.

"I've moved to archive of our own! AND! I'm rewriting this fic because it's trash!" She hands you your phone and it's opened to a much better written version of Endangered Love on archive of our own. Oberon looks disappointed again, you become worried.

"I have one more thing to say, and it's not how I got into your phone."

"Yeah how did-"

"Lol okay about this shit- I've only rewritten chapter one, but it's so much better so like, meh???"

You're about to say something but then you can feel a pounding in your head, and everything starts to get blurry.

"AH FUCK IT'S COMING BACK!" Oberon lays you down and she hovers over you and continues talking in a loud and rushed manner, everything is getting darker and you feel like your losing control of things.

"OKAY SO LIKE GO TO THE LINK AT THE END OF THIS AND YOU'LL FIND THE NEW VERSION THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT I LOVE YOU GUY SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

Then everything went black.

You awake and you're in your bedroom.

You search for your phone and find it next you, it's still opened on the webpage. . . It wasn't a dream.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13188144