So when I was 13 I used to love SSBB fanfiction, my favorite in particular being “Ask Jiggly” Written by Pit-FTW and featuring Pikana. I idolized these two because they were exactly my brand of humor. Eventually Pit left and the Truth or Dare and she stopped posting. Pikana was dormant, finding other fandoms I wasn’t interested in and I just stopped caring.
Three years later, I was given a PS2 controller and a “This game is SUPER scary!” by my friend Savannah. We played Silent Hill 2 for forever and we LOVED it. Everything was terrifying and nothing would stop us from screaming at every wall- literally, we screamed at a wall at one point. This got me intrigued. A game that scared me AND made me think? I’m in!
And thus began my current affair with Silent Hill.
seven months ago I moved away from my hometown, my friends and my social status (Yeah, holy shit I was POPULAR). A few months later I discovered a cool group of people that decided to start a skype group; Silent Skype. I asked to join and I met some really awesome people.
Then I saw it. Her name. It was… Familiar. I brushed it off and went on with my life.
One day I got on FFDN, looked up Alex Shepherd (I love that boy), and clicked on the first decently spelled and syntaxed fic I saw, an Alex/Murphy deal. It was eh, but that wasn’t the thing that drew me to it. The authoress was Pikana. The Pikana. I thought it was someone else, surely someone who hated yaoi with a passion couldn’t be writing essentially the exact same thing. Could she?
I was very, very right. Right down to a three year old fanfiction about Marth. I laughed because, WOW look at this coincidence! My idol is into the same stuff I am! After three fucking years! How cool! But I hesitated.
She doesn’t know who I am.
She won’t care. I should just leave again and remember the hours I spent laughing my ass off at that ToD (Until she killed off Red for the 30th time).
But it didn’t stop there. A SH shipping Skype Chat began and me, being an avid SH shipper, joined immediately. Who was there?
I froze, unable to comprehend that my 13 year old idol, who’s fics I lived for was THERE. Talking to ME. How did I respond? How did I manage to have this kind of luck three years too late? And how did we end up being apparently good friends?
So now, at 15, I am friends with 13 year old me’s idol.