You wake up, from a blackout, and hear bass boosted “How bad can I be?” playing on a high volume, the music stops and was greeted with a snarky tone.

“Why are we doing this again?” A speaker interrupted the music, as it finally turned down.

“A job.” A firm, smug tone replied, and the music went silent, with almost every fandom awake, one stuck out.

A teardrop-shaped object stood in silence, next to a robot, which seemed to be sentient and had a weird, sharp tail. Next to a corner in the kitchen, was a Blackhole, which didn’t seem much of a threat. Over near the exit was a paper with human features, and had a A+ written in his hair. A crown-like object, sentient as well, was walking around, and seemed to walk upstairs, studying the new world he was adjusted to.

“Welcome fandoms!” A male voice chimed in, as it seemed soft and calm. . . Welcoming if you insist. “Please adjust yourself to your new home. Smallhat will be your guide.” The speaker went silent, as a plushie with a wrench in its hand was standing near the living room television.

The robot, coming up to smallhat, introduced himself in a friendly demeanor, “Hi! I’m Serial Designation N! Nice to meet you!” Smallhat brushed him off and went to the kitchen.