The imagination is a wonderful thing... But what happens when you cross the border between fiction and reality?

Well, I have the answer to that question and I found it in the most literal (and impossible) way possible!

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Today was just an ordinary day for me as I sat down on my iPad, ready to continue working on an ongoing project called ‘Role Reversal’. I had been working on Role Reversal for around six months. It was a passion project, like any other story that I write (I’m super passionate about writing!).

As I opened up the app that I was using to write the story, I had suddenly gotten a notification to tell me that the app required an update (don’t you just hate it when that happens!). This update, however, was different to any other update that I had ever seen on an app before. The size of the update read as one zettabyte, which is freakin’ HUGE (one zettabyte is the equivalent of one trillion gigabytes). There was no way that my iPad was going to be able to run something that massive... Or so I thought...

Several minutes later (to my surprise), the update had installed itself onto my device.

“Hm... Maybe it was just a mistake...” I muttered to myself as I opened the app. The screen remained black for a moment before large letters popped up.

“WELCOME BACK NILLY GIN. PLEASE TOUCH THE SCREEN TO CONTINUE.”

This confused me, as the app never behaved like this before... But I wanted to write, so I merely chalked it up to the update changing things... However, when I tried to tap the screen, something very strange happened. My finger suddenly phased THROUGH the screen, almost as if I were a ghost! When I attempted to tap harder... My whole body was suddenly swallowed up by the device!

It took a while, but when I regained consciousness, I found myself in a dingy, unnaturally bright hotel room. There was a large green clock haphazardly hung up on the wall, a double bed with red sheets, a small table with a small TV on it and a heavily-used purple sofa. This was... Nef and G’s room... If I wasn’t mistaken... But why and how did I get here?! And how do I get back to grim reality again?

My burning internal questions were interupted by the sound of someone slowly turning the doorknob, almost sounding unsure on whether they wanted to enter the room or not. When they finally opened the door, I found myself face-to-face with Nef, the main protagonist of the story. His pale, blue skin and the terrified look on his face confirmed that this was the very character whom the whole story revolved around.

“U-uhm... W-who are you?” He asked in a nervous voice.

I could hardly say that I created him, but I needed to say something... Furthermore, it needed be said fast before things got too awkward...