[WP] Every person in the world wakes up as someone's shitty OC fanart. The only way they can turn back to normal is finding their creator and killing them. World War OC ensues.

[Let me just state before the story begins that I've been drinking pretty heavily, so please forgive formatting errors (esp with dialogue and whatnot), prose, brevity and etc. I am not a Greek god, nor will I claim to be as flawless as one.

Here we go:

Ring ring, brrriiing, BRRRINNNNGGGG!!! My alarm clock loud enough to wake the dead goes off just like any other Thursday morning. Well actually, it goes off every day of the week. Face down I blindly raise a hand and swat at the alarm clock, clumsily knocking it to the floor but effectively silencing the alarm. “Mission accomplished” I tell myself as I begin drifting back to Slumberland. A second passes by in silence. Two seconds. Five seconds. Before I know it ten seconds pass by and I realize something doesn't feel quite right. No, not right at all. Something feels very... off about today. Suddenly my heart is racing and my eyes shoot open just like in those comedy movies I've seen a million times but can't ever seem to remember the names of. Flipping over I sit upright and rub the sleepiness out of my eyes. That was when I noticed it. “AAHhghghh”!!! Looking down at my hands, they were strangely misshapen and not anywhere close to as symmetrical as they used to be. Holding my hands closely in front of my face my right hand looked like the fingers were bending the wrong direction. Scratch that, they weren't bending the wrong direction... they were on BACKWARDS. My fingers on my right hand were backwards! I try not to vomit all over my recently purchased Egyptian cotton sheets. I raise my left hand and to my surprise everything seemed okay at first. Then it hit me, I was missing a finger and my fingers were a lot rounder than they had been the night before. I can't hold it in any longer. I jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom with the speed of an Olympic gold medalist. Upon stepping foot in my bathroom I see something that was so surprising that I probably lost two years off the end of my lifespan. Damn. My face in the reflection of my bathroom mirror. I stood in place looking at my reflection for several seconds as the vomit slowly made it's way up to my mouth. Upon reaching the point of no return I feebly tilted forward and let forth a torrent of puke that was now spewing all over my bath mats and orange jumpsuit. What I saw before me was not a man, neigh, it was some kind of round-faced, spiky haired, blonde... kid, with eyes that were just slightly far enough apart to be disturbing. Inspecting myself further, I had what appeared to be whiskers drawn permanently onto my face that wouldn't wash off. After a few minutes of panic and holding back the urge to evacuate the contents of my stomach again I realized who I looked like... Kind of...
“O-OH DEAR GOD......... I'M NARUTO” I said as the room began to spin, and in a few short moments my vision faded to black and I was lying on my back in the midst of my own “tossed cookies”. Damn, my bath mats were ruined. It was late in the afternoon when I awoke. The air was thick with the pungent scent of 'Eau Du Mouth Poop” and it stung my nose as I carefully tried to pick myself up off the floor without slipping. Within minutes I was showering. Didn't even bother to take off my orange jump suit (plus it appeared as if the zipper's teeth had been fused together making the outfit impossible to take off, especially given my backwards right hand). Feeling as fresh as a grotesque, malformed, anime-ish look-a-like could be, I carefully stepped around my puke puddle and made my way outside in my sopping wet clothing to try and figure out what in the world was going on. Not more than ten seconds outside and I was bombarded with the sounds of chaos. Screams of agony and terror, accompanied by the sounds of vehicular crashes and small explosions filled my ears. “How could I not hear all that from inside my apartment?” I thought to myself as I walked to the end of my apartment complexes hallway to look out the window. Before long I was anxiously watching some kind of Final Fantasy looking character limp along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. His legs were uneven and his hair was a mess of near-deadly looking 'anime hair' spikes gone horribly awry. Moments later he tried lifting his comically over sized sword, but found it to be too heavy and threw his back out. He fell to the concrete and laid there for several long moments defeated as a pair of discolored sonic characters ran past him at an underwhelming speed. His spiked hair didn't even rustle in the breeze. (or perhaps it couldn't). I began to turn away from the window. I didn't want to see any more of the horrors to be seen outside, but suddenly there was a loud explosion. The sound seemed only a block away... or maybe further, I'm not really that great with judging that kind of stuff. Suddenly a wide and ominous shadow began creeping in from around the street corner, rolling it's way up the road in front of my apartment buildings hallway window, what luck. The guy who had thrown his back out was now engulfed in the shade of some massive floating object. Without thinking, I used my unshapely (and backwards) right fist to punch straight through the window in order to stick my head out and see what such a large floating object could possibly look like. Looking towards the sky I saw it. A gigantic wailord dirigible.
“Lord have mercy” my mouth uttered before the rest of me could even comprehend what I was truly witnessing. A full minute passed in silence as the wailord blimp floated gently down my street when suddenly a voice began to speak though what sounded like some kind of old school PA system.     “Zzt, hello citizens of the world, I am... well that isn't important right now, but what is important is what I'm about to tell you.” the effeminate but clearly male voice paused for a long time, presumably for dramatic effect, before continuing to speak. “As you may or may not have noticed, you have all changed since yesterday evening.” I looked disappointingly at my freakish hands, he continued “some of you may find you've changed more than others, some perhaps have changed for the better, many most likely have changed for the worse.”
“Damn straight,” I muttered to no one in particular. 

The strange floating voice chuckled to himself and continued his speech, “regardless, you are all now shitty OC fan art that someone from anywhere in the world has drawn and the only way with which you may return to your former selves is by....” he takes another long and dramatic pause, “killing the creator of your particular selves' fan art.” I hear someone from a great distance down the street say “welllllll shit.” I try and stifle my giggling but fail to do so. The effeminate voice begins to speak yet again (I guess he was just taking a really long dramatic pause), “the pokégod arceus wishes good luck to you all, and that his dark henchmen wailord shall overlook the battle from the skies and seas. May the war cleanse you and may it absolve all those who are worthy of their wretched affliction.” The loud click of a pay phone reciever is heard. Followed by silence. Followed by the distant sounds of explosions and terrified screams once again. “I guess that thing isn't a blimp after all” I say to myself in a wildly inappropriate tone of voice. A random thought springs into my head, “I should learn Japanese”. I pull my head back inside and look at the window sill realizing that it had a latch to slide it open all along. I slosh my way back into my apartment and fall over onto my bed face first. A deep sigh escapes from between my lips,

“that's enough reddit for one night.”

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