"Holy Hades you have great timing!"

"Yeah. I get that a lot." Chaos was exactly what you would expect.

He was almost 25 feet tall with giant silver wings that were spotted with glowing black and red lights. He had no visible facial features because they kept shifting. One thing that stayed was his highly mischievous smirk, which was very misleading, and his twinkling eyes which created different colors every millisecond.

And his hair was pink.

That was the first sign of the end of the world. (I guess I should have payed attention to that. Instead I found another topic.)

"Why in the blue pancakes is your hair pink? Out of all colors, why?"

He laughed and his hair slowly turned red, the pink dripping away.

"Better? I assume that you aren't one for bright colors. But red is neither light nor dark. It is right in the middle. Like you. Not completely evil, but not exactly..... nice."

"Right....so....I need your help. I know. Who doesn't."

Chaos smiled and shook his head. Then he flashed down to human size.

"Everyone does. I know you want to be in my army. Its like on that giant website I accidentally created that everyone writes stories about your friends and your 'rainbow moments' and they think that someone actually wrote two book series about your crush and friends and write fake real books where they join the Chaos army and in some of them I'm like so old and/or a woman and its like so irritating yet strangely addicting and-wait you weren't supposed to know that...."

My mouth was hanging open. The whole world is a stalker?! Creepy.

The only thing I could say was,

"You say what now???"

"OK. Swear you won't say anything until I say you can."

I raised my eyebrow,"I swear on the girl Chaos that I won't say anything until you tell me."

Chaos grimaced, and his form flickered into a girl that greatly resembled Artemis, then back again.

"Dude. Don't do that. I hate it when that happens."

Ooo-kay.

"Just don't say anything. Zip it. Can it."

Ooo-kay.

"Okay. Alright. Don't freak or go all 'Ghost King' on me when I tell you this. You, and everyone you know except for me, are not exactly....... real. You are like a... Let's say, fictional character in a book. But all books are like doorways through dimensions. And there are like a million other worlds and like a million different characters that are exactly like you. Carbon copies if you will. Well the original dimension is only mortals. But that thing where everyone knows your stories is like something I made by accident that is nearly impossible to stop. Its an app. Wattpad. It seems harmless because I made it by accident. But the only people that can find it and use it are either my Children or mortals with the clearest of sight. Which I am sad to say have formed a bond using books and calling themselves 'Fangirls' or 'Fanboys'. They might not even know it, but they will help save the world. Or destroy it. But, they are made with too much happiness, sarcasm, and addictiveness to Skittles, Cats, and books."

He looked at me, my jaw was on the floor. Along with the Skittles that were in my pocket.

"Got that? Good. Now that we got that part covered, here comes the weird part. These people, they freak out over small things that make them happy. If you touch their comfort food or their phone or tablet or whatever, they will kill you. And for some reason unknown to me, whatever mask or costume or hood whatever other thing people from other BD's (Book Dimension) use to hide their identities are like invisible to them. They are the Believers, they see you no matter what."
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I stepped into the big room. Chaos rubbed his hands together.

"So. Ready to become a primordial?"

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Whoa. Fangirls, huh? Man. This will take another chapter for me to understand. What a brain overload...