"Was your username at one point Randomgirl27 five years ago?" I ask.

RandomStuff37 turns around with huge eyes.

"Uh," RandomStuff37 said, her eyes returning to their usual size. "I don't go by that username anymore. You see the new username?" RandomStuff37 points up towards the username above her head. "I don't go around calling myself an old name!"

Finding RandomStuff37 was hard but searching for the Bucky Barns story she wrote, being 'The misplaced', was easy. Her fanfiction mainly features a universe where Bucky takes on the Shield of Captain America after The Falcon and Steve Rogers suffer a fate far worse. Only one story had the title 'the misplaced - Bucky Barns fanfic-' in Wattpadheim.

"I am Loki," I said. "We met in the Cafe State and I gathered an army using your thread house to go against the guidelines."

RandomStuff37 looks around and then turns her attention on me.

"Prove it." RandomStuff37 said. "Do something."

I raise a brow.

"Really?" I ask. "You are willing for me to change your avatar this time?"

RandomStuff37 frowns.

"Don't make me regret," RandomStuff37 said.

I made RandomStuff37 be in a Storm Trooper suit.

"Now," I said. "About time you believe."

"HACKER!" RandomStuff37 said.

I change the Storm Trooper suit into a Darth Vader costume.

"Call me that again," I said. "See where it gets you."

"What are you going to do next, change my username?" RandomStuff37 said, at first disbelief.

"I do not know how to change usernames," I said. "I am not on a computer. I am in Wattpadheim."

"Change my avatar back," RandomStuff37 said.

I change RandomStuff37's avatar back to the one she had.

"Done," I said. "What is with everyone accusing me of being a hacker? I am nothing of the sorts."

"There was a Wattpad hacker a couple years ago," RandomStuff37 said. "He did exactly what you did and deleted many stories, changed usernames, and our dear avatars!"

"Well," I said. "Rest assured I can't really change your avatar. That was a trick."

RandomStuff37 stares at me.

"What?" RandomStuff37 asks.

"A trick," I said. "I made you believe your avatar had changed. I cannot change it but what I can change is anything such as hair and mustaches."

Her mouth fell open.

"Mustaches..." RandomStuff37 said.

"Yes," I said.

"A hacker cannot make a avatar change hair color and mustaches." RandomStuff37 said.

"I am Loki, and I am most definitely not a hacker!" I said. "I made your mustache into a beard five years ago,then, I made it better. " She didn't look convinced. "At the time your avatar was me."

RandomStuff37 gasps in shock.

"Loki?" RandomStuff37 said.

I roll an eye.

"About time you believed me," I said.

"Where the hell have you been for FIVE years?" RandomStuff37 asks.

"In my universe," I said. "It has been six months, to me, since I came to Wattpadheim." RandomStuff37 is in shock. "And I need your help."

"On what?" RandomStuff37 said asks.

"Woman trouble." I said.

RandomStuff37 folds her arms.

"No, something else." RandomStuff37 said.

"I need your help on a glorious purpose," I said. "Now will you help me?"

"HELL YES!" RandomStuff37 cheers throwing her arms into the air excitedly.

"Good," I said. "I need some-one to teach me how to 'follow' Wattpadians."

RandomStuff37 stares at me.

"You...don't know how to follow?" RandomStuff37 asks.

I nod.

In the universe I came from my account does not exist. But in the strange universe where Wattpadheim has a fine strange connection to other universe; my account does exist. Six months later, I still do not know how to follow other people in Wattpadheim. RandomStuff37 blinks trying to keep a serious.

"You are failing at keeping a serious look," I said. "Trying is not helping you."

RandomStuff37's face turns into a serious and determined one.

"Today, you're going to learn." RandomStuff37 said.

Then she grabs me by the hand and takes me to a profile house.

Why my boots act like roller skates on the concrete sidewalk so some Wattpadians had a moment to stare. I feel like a toy wagon being towed by a little child down the street. I witness the newly designed thread houses disappear from view. What appeared in the distance is a huge sign reading 'welcome to Profile House ville!' attached to large wooden planks dug into the ground.

"Now," RandomStuff37 said, once coming to a stop near to a mailbox across from the main gate yet set in front of the fence near the blocked entrance way leading to the house. She lets go of my hand. I rub my wrist feeling it has a very definite imprint of her fingers. "This is the mail box for private messages sent hours ago."

"I know," I said, rolling an eye. "I have this useless waste of metal in the time I have been in Wattpadheim."

"But you don't know Private Messages come in bubbles!" RandomStuff37 said.

"...Bubbles?" I ask.

"Yes, bubbles." RandomStuff37 said, with a serious nod. "There is four options;unread," She lightly, taps on a envelope button. "People you follow," RandomStuff37 taps on another shape with two heads being followed by another head. "Your followers," She taps on another shape that has two heads behind one head with the shape of a person. "And all."

The last one RandomStuff37 taps on is a figure.

Just a figure.

I frown.

"I am quite aware what the inbox does," I said.

"But you never use it," RandomStuff37 said. "You do it instant messaging, or lets say, private message."

"But how does this relate to me following people?" I ask.

"Loki, look beside the gate." RandomStuff37 said.

I look beside the gate.

"I do not see anything," I said. "Just a yard."

RandomStuff37 sighs.

"All right," RandomStuff37 said, coming over to the side of the gate. "Now watch my finger!"

"Which one?" I ask.

"My middle finger if you want your eyes torn out," RandomStuff37 said.

"No!" I refuse.

"Then watch my index finger," RandomStuff37 said.

I watch RandomStuff37's index finger land on a blue clear white button being square reading 'follow' on the top of the fence being long and flat shaped surface similar to a balcony. I see the shape of a figure beside the word 'follow' with a plus side beside it. The only exception for the surface is it having a button. RandomStuff37 lightly taps on the button.

"This," RandomStuff37 said. "Is the follow button."

"Oh," I said.

"And you better start following people," RandomStuff37 said. "Because hackers do not go out of their way to follow people and interact with them." She had a good point. "You can only follow 1,000 people."

"Why 1,000 people?" I ask.

"You see a long time ago in 2012 there were fanning wars," RandomStuff37 said. "People were randomly followed for no reason and they expected to be followed back. Some people didn't do follow backs or any fanning wars for that matter." RandomStuff is delighted, strangely, to tell me history behind the following limit. "So anyone who is still around following more than 1,000 people from then are grandfather'ed."

"So, what if I wanted to follow other people when I was over 1,000 following?" I ask.

"You have to make a new account just to follow them or you can just unfollow people." RandomStuff37 explains. "These days you can just hit the 'following' button on the board and hit the 'unfollow' option for people you do not want to be following anymore."

"Sounds easy," I said.

"On the computer," RandomStuff37 said, with a nod. "It is easy."

I raise a brow.

"But?" I ask.

"I don't know how easy it would be for you being in Wattpad," RandomStuff37 said.