When we exited the portal there was nothing but white.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" I asked.

"Certainly. At least we're not in hairy world." He replied.

"The fuck does that have anything to do with the fact that we could be mistaken for a YouTube animation?" Then it hit me. He was referencing something. I couldn't remember what mind you but he had that expression that he was referencing something.

"Well this is our hideout. It's a separate pocket dimension from any world and therefore can't be attacked." The genius replied as he giving me a smug anime rival look, as if I was supposed to know this shit like I do my route home.

"So do we have to play some sort of Sims esque game in order to get this place some furniture?" I asked as I pretend kicked a pebble.

"No actually. This is one I chose you over every other human in existence. Your creativity." He replied.

"Are you implying we could've had some creepy ass Hitler X Jesus fanfiction?"

"Fuck no. More along the lines of that one Anne Frank X Goku fic."

"Oh god I knew I had that buried in the back of my mind for a reason!" I shouted before dropping to the ground and curling up into a ball. "Wait, You died around 1999, and that came out about 2008.... How do you know about that?" I asked.

"Well..." He said as he crouched down next to me. "That's something for later in this fic."

"I wanna know now though!"

"Shhhh...." He said as he placed one of his index fingers on my lips. "Shut the Fuck up for two seconds Ariel. You will know just not fucking now. It may end up in an M. Night Shamalan plot twist that's actually fucking useful."

"So how the hell am I supposed to make our base?" I asked as I got out of the ball and stood up. 

"Give me a second." He replied as he dug into his robe's pockets pulling out a box of Crayola Crayons. "Try drawing anything and it'll be functional."

"So can I draw a penis?" 

"No Ariel you cannot draw a penis. The last person to do so got eaten by it."

"Wait so you've done this before?"

"No. Just researched alternate timelines and fellow reapers who've done this shit before me. Also I'm guessing you're the type that types boobies in to the calculator in math class."

"One, I get bored and two it makes me happy so I keep on doing it. It's not like they can see my calculator history like my web history, and my web history should frighten even the manliest of bikers."

"Ariel, I know what your web history's like. Seeing Fat People fetish and Fluttershy eating shit isn't anything scary. Alm and Berkut buttfucking on the other hand is fucking disturbing." As he said the second sentence, his eyes widened even more then anime eyes should.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING THOUGH MY SEARCH HISTORY!" 

"To check if you were sane enough to handle this. Rather insane enough, and seeing the crap on your wattpad random books proves to me you're ready. Now start drawing young padawan."

"Fuck the Shut Up." I opened the box of crayons and pulled out the black crayon and started to draw a pizza just to see if Sam was right. After the outline was drawn, I colored it in and right before my eyes, the pizza was becoming an actual pizza.

"So we went from penises to boobs to your web history to pizza. Dear gods we're getting help." He sighed as he facepalmed.

"What? I'm hungry since you took my fucking chips." I said as I took a bite from one of the slices. "It's stuffed crust." 

"I'll pass. I think drawing a building would be better for us than fucking pizza."

"I can't draw buildings. Or anything really." 

"Well in this dimension you have talent." His voice was filled with sarcasm as he attempted to do the Spongebob "imagination" meme. 

"Your lucky I can't draw a gun so I can shoot your head off and be done here."

"Well you'd be stuck in this realm forever without me opening and closing the portals with my scythe. And no you cannot steal my scythe, it's fingerprint activated."

"Damn." A smug grin grew on his face, to which I promptly slapped him.

"What the fuck was that for!?" He shouted.

"Smug bitches get bitch slapped." I replied. Then something hit me mentally. "So wait, I can draw whatever the fuck I want, so could I draw things from fiction?"

"Yeah, but ow my face." 

"Does it look like I care about your face right now?"

"No..."

"Exactly." I whipped out my phone and scrolled through my photos until I found the one I was looking for, the Blue Lion from Voltron: Legendary Defender. Once I found it, I started drawing it with my own modifications, mainly more seats for transport and cup holders.  A girl needs her Mountain Dew to keep her going in the morning. Once the drawing was done and in color, it started to materialize in full metal. 

"Why do we need this?" Sam asked still rubbing his cheek from me knocking sense into it so hard.

"Transport. I know at some fucking point, you're going to get tired and we need to fight whatever the hell you came into my living room, aside from my chips and summoned me." I replied as I leaned on a newly formed leg.

"Fine fine. I better see more Voltrons later on though."

"Whatever. Hey, have you tried these crayons?" 

"No... I guess I could help with the drawing of the base... If I have the same effect in this world as you do."

"Well get doodling nerdlinger, or I'm making your room bright pink and filled with Justin Beiber posters."

"Awe HELL NO!"

Once both of our rooms were drawn, we worked on the rooms everyone would need like bathrooms, the kitchen and a living room.

"Would we have a TV signal in this world?" I asked.

"Yeah, and free Netflix."

"Fuck yeah."

After the main rooms were done we were both ready to pass out on the newly drawn couch until a beeping sound came.

"Fuck, did I draw power outlets?" I asked, assuming it was my phone's battery dying. 

"Yeah. That wasn't your phone. It was my communicator. We need to get back to my world so I can save my brother." He said as he jumped up.

"Can we stop for McDonalds?" I asked as I groggily sat up.

"After we save him. To the Blue Lion!"