"Welcome back to Wattpad, I_Am_Loki," The female voice said.

I look around for the source of the voice.

"I am right here, I_Am_Loki," The female voice said. "Look down."

I look down.

My boot had stepped on the magnifying glass making a crack. I take my boot off then pick up the magnifying glass.

"What year is it?" I ask.

"2015," The female voice said.

"And is my stories now at the million range for votes,comments, and reads?" I ask.

"No," The female voice said.

I stare at the magnifying glass, perplexed.

"The Royal story has 5k votes and 11k reads," The female voice said. "The Loki Project has 3k reads and 500 votes. Midgard and Asgard's predicament has 12,999 reads and 3,999 votes. You have 2,897 followers."

"...What does '3k' mean?" I ask.

"3,000+ reads," The female voice said.

"Then why did you not say that?" I ask.

"It is much simpler," The female voice said.

I roll an eye.

"Take me to the Cafe state," I said.

"Transporting in progress," The female voice said.

The Cafe is quite really a new based realm in a way letting other Wattpadians if there is any updates relating to their prized dear realm. I learned this during my time in Wattpadheim when not writing stories or socializing. The help center did not get updated as much to the happenings going around Wattpadheim. If at all it is the inhabitants keeping everyone up to date. My surroundings changed from a forest scenery into the city. The same city I recall crash landing in one year ago. People are running, hysterical, instead of being calm.

"Hm?" I said. "What is the commotion?"

"Follow the source of the hysteria," The female voice said.

"...I was going to do that, no thank you," I said.

I put the magnifying glass away and go after the direction these Wattpadians are fleeing from. Thread houses are moving quickly yet the direction of the hysterical Wattpadians is consistent despite the movement. I came to a large doorway with the two doors hanging loose and the words 'your work has been stolen!' painted in red.

Stolen?

How can one steal digital words?

I enter the building taking a step aside letting others go through.

"Writers beware!" Came a echoed shout. "There is a foreign website that is stealing Wattpad stories!"

I look up.

It had been posted fifteen minutes ago.

I went down the hall going past several old pages.

I came to a stop at the recent room reading 'room 10' and enter it.

"My stories are on there!" Expellariumus20 cries. "Oh my god,oh my god—"

"The site has viruses!" Charger30Kid shouts.

"OH NO!" Most of the panicking users cry.

"I got the name of the virus!" 911Guy shouts, waving a piece of paper in the air.

Many of the people in the room trample over 911Guy for that single piece of paper. "Can't breath!"

One leaps out running right past me.

"You are acting irrational," I said. "Get a grip over yourselves. Those words are yours and no one can steal your words."

Oh let's say I quickly made enemies in there.

"Your stories are on there too!" Expellariumus20 said. "And you have to say get a grip? You are mad!"

"No," I said. "Not mad. Just really seeing a bunch of writers panic when Wattpadheim can take care of it."

911Guy gets up clutching at his neck with a strange avatar taking on the form of a human a odd colorful carpet pattern. His avatar is like a carpet springing to life taking on a human shape. Okay that sounds much better. But 911Guy did clutch at his neck after getting up.

"This is not a realm," Charger30Kid said. "This is a website."

I roll an eye.

"I have heard plenty of that," I said.

"Thank you," 911Guy said. "...Must get more paper."

911Guy twirls his way out perhaps dizzy.