I didn't choose the fandom life. I swear, I was just walking to the nearest coffee shop when this thing called a Book Store grabbed my ankles and pulled me down to the shadowy depths of TARTARUS. There I was welcome by the Percy Jackson fandom and handed a camp shirt. They lead me through, gave me a tour.

I collected a Slytherin robe from the Harry Potter fandom.

Then a sword from the Once Upon A Time fandom.

The Librarians fandom smiled and patted me on the back like an old friend.

The Maze Runner fandom called me a Greenie and threw running shoes at my head.

The Lunar Chronicles fandom taught me how to use glamor.

The Marvel fandom punched my shoulder and asked me how I got my powers.

The Doctor Who fandom happily put a fez on my head and a banana in my hand (good source of potassium).

The Sherlock fandom was a little harsh but I eventually found common ground with them after we did a wall-shooting session.

Then the Leverage fandom dropped down from an air duct and we chatted and stole the Crown Jewels of Austria.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the Hunger Games and Divergent fandom but was advised to stay away (they were fighting to the death).

In the shadowy-est corner I saw the Supernatural fandom with their plaid, Impalas, salt, pie, and trench coated Angels but I was too timid to approach.

The Merlin fandom handed me a red scarf (I love that scarf).

The Mortal Instruments fandom drew a rune on my hand.

So yeah, I didn't choose the fandom life. It dragged me into hell itself. But I kinda like it here. It's cozy.