I wrote this Naruto fanfic once. I don't know what happened. I blacked out for a week and all of a sudden there were 70,000 words written on the computer in front of me, and I had no idea how they got there or how I wrote them.
But I keep reading it and I think to myself, "Hey, maybe this would be worth posting somewhere", so I put it up on fanfiction.net, cuz you know... You can get anything on fanfiction.net, as long as it doesn't have genitalia in it*
And then in a month, there are 8000 comments. Some of them were really
intense, like really, really intense. They were kind of freaking me out. I found out later that one person started this death cult with maybe two dozen of my "fans". They started sending me emails from their "base camp" in Japan. They told me how they would sneak into people's apartments to brutally murder anyone named "Sasuke". It pains me every time I hear about another Sasuke murder because I know it's all my fault. It's like I die a little on the inside too.
One of those death cult members showed up on my front doorstep a few days ago, presenting me with the half-rotted head of one of these "Sasukes". How did she know where I lived? And more importantly, how did she get that past customs?
So yes, I have a following. And their eyes follow me every time I walk to the bathroom or make myself a peanut butter and banana sandwich late at night.
Caaan anybody find me... Somebody to ♠