The Kollok Radar were chilling at the house of Mallory Jenkins and Laura Bennett.

It was a nice time, I guess. Oh, I should introduce myself. Hi, they call me the Narrator. Imgoingwellokay uses me a lot in stories written for school and stuff, so I'm child friendly.

Anyway, Mallory and Billy were goofing around, Laura was- oh, huh? Okay! The author has just gotten an even cooler idea of what the Radar is up to.

Ahem. So the Kollok Radar sat down, preparing to binge watch the greatest show, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Food was at the ready, Billy and Mallory had already gone through a whole bag of Cheetos though. Em Pegg and Laura shared a bowl of popcorn, while Mickey and Tibby shared a blanket. 

At first, Mickey was a bit mad at Tibby for insisting the blanket went around their shoulders, forcing them closer together, but she ended up getting really cold and curling up in a ball, resting her head on Tibby's knee. This was smart, because it meant her half of the blanket covered more of her body. Tibby was a blushing mess. 

The theme song came on, and much to everyone's surprise, Mickey was rapping along quietly.

"Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel- Air.

I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way! She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it!'
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought 'Nah, forget it, Yo, home to Bel Air!'I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later!'

I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air."

"Wow, I didn't know you could rap," Mallory said.

"I didn't know you watched The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air," Laura said.

"Well I can rap and I do watch this show. Now shut up," Mickey grumbled.

There was a huge crash from outside, and a voice shouted, "LUCAS, WHAT THE HELL?!"

Mickey sat up. "Am I the only one who thought that sounded like Tibby?" she asked.

"No... you're not," Em Pegg replied.

Mallory paused the show, and the Radar sat in astonished silence as another shout came from outside. "Why are we here?!"

"That sounded like... me?" Laura arched an eyebrow.

"Should we check it out?" Billy asked.

"Um... yeah..?"

"Laura knows how to pack a punch, so... yeah, let's go," Em agreed.

Laura opened the back door. Her friends were behind her. She was astonished to see... herself, and her friends. "Oh no!" exclaimed a guy looked like Mallory. "WE HAVE BEEN CAUGHT! I REPEAT, WE HAVE BEEN CAUGHT!!"

Everyone stared at him. A girl who looked like Em said sarcastically, "I had no idea!"

"What the Hell is going on?!" Mickey hissed. "Who are you?"

"You," the girl who looked like Mickey replied.

"That's... not possible?"

"Yeah, it is. We...created you. I'm Shelby. You're full of my teenage angst." She pointed at Mickey.

"What's your name? You look pretty cool," Mallory pointed to the guy who looked like him.

"Thanks Mallory. I'm Matt," the guy replied.

"You two as dumb as each other?" Em asked.

"Okay, rude."

"Who are you?" Em looked at her... 'creator'?

"I'm Mika," the girl replied. "And I spend a lot of time mad at Matt because MALLORY IS ALWAYS DRAGGING MY DAD AROUND!"

"I KNOW, IT'S ANNOYING AND UPSETTING AND I HATE IT."

"Hi I'm Lucas, I'm Billy, we don't need negativity in this circle," Billy-looking dude cut in.

Everyone looked at him. "Okay," the Tibby-looking guy said. "I'm Zac and I make people cry, but I'm actually really nice."

"Yeah he's cool," the girl who looked like Laura said. "I'm Aabria."

"What the frick is happening?!" Laura exclaimed.

"Um it's Lucas's fault."

"It's not!" Lucas retorted. He soon rolled his eyes and looked to the ground. "It is."

"What did you do?" Mickey asked.

"Accidentally did something wrong with the tech for tonight's episode of Kollok 1991 that is LIVE every Monday 6pm PT on twitch.tv/hyperrpg. Here's the link! https://m.twitch.tv/hyperrpg/profile !" Lucas pointed at the air.

Everyone looked around. "What? A link? There's nothing there," Billy pointed out. "What's a link?"

"90's. Right. Anyway, that tech mistake landed us here somehow. I think it was for the storyline for the fanfic we're in right now." 

Lucas! It is my hob to break the fourth wall, not yours! "Sorry narrator."

Ahem. Continue with the story!

"How are we mea-" Shelby began, but she noticed Mickey's glare. "What?"

"If you created me, and I'm guessing you are us in another universe, then it's your fault I broke up with Tibby."

"Look, you gotta make sacrifices for the story. No-one, and I mean NO-ONE, ships #Mibby more than me. And technically, Zac and I put you in a relationship in the first place, and now, so ye."

"That's a good point..."

"Now, as I was GOING TO ASK, how do we get home?"

No-one knew the answer to that. Not even the author. So yeah you guys are doomed. "It's not THAT bad!" Mallory smiled.

"We... kinda made it bad..." Zac said.

"Everything was YOUR FAULT?!"

"It's a story, dude."

"Wait... I have an idea!" Mika grinned.

"What is it?"

"We get someone from our universe to GM tonight's Kollok episode, maybe they can get us out through the story."

Everyone fell silent. Then they cheered and clapped at Mika's supa epic idea. Aabria reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "What the heck is that?" Laura asked.

"This is called a cell phone. It may or may not work here," Aabria replied. Aabria turned it on. The date on the screen read 'Monday 27 January'. The time? 4:02PM.  "It still says the date in our world, that's a start," she announced. She was able to open it to the text messages. "Who we asking to GM? And we need guests. Approximately two hours before the show starts."

"Ask Brandon to GM," Zac said, "and I dunno, bring any of the NPCs that didn't die, make something work."

"Alrighty!"

'Hey Brandon, this sounds dumb but Lucas got us stuck in the Kollok universe, and we need you to gm tonight, weave up a story to get us out. Bring in any guests who dont have dead characters.'

Sent 4:02pm

'Um... okay..? I have two hours dude'

Sent 4:04pm

'You're Brandon, you'll figure something out.'

Sent 4:05pm

'Okay, i dont know how, but i'll make this work. This shouldn't be happening. Um ok, from 6, be prepared at any time to be poofed back to here.'

Sent 4:05pm

'Thanks dude, you're a literal life saver'

Sent 4:06pm

"We've got a bit of time to kill," Matt said. "What do we do?"

"We were about to begin a Fresh Prince of Bel-Air marathon if you wanted to watch a few episodes," Tibby shrugged. 

"Oh that sounds neato dude."

"Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel- Air.

I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way! She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it!'

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought 'Nah, forget it, Yo, home to Bel Air!'I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later!'

I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air."

Shelby, Mickey, Mallory and Lucas all rapped together. "What a show," Mika smiled.

"Shut up," Mickey grumbled.

"I can play it on kazoo," Shelby whispered.

"Why?" Lucas whispered back.

"Just becau- oh there's Will Smith! Best dude ever!"

"The show's literally about h-" Mallory began.

"Shut up, Mallory, we're watching the show," Em Pegg hissed.

And so they all enjoyed The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air marathon, all while Brandon was scrambling around to prepare everything for the next Kollok episode.

WHICH WILL HAPPEN IN PART 2 because the author wants to get this out for the world to see.

Um so stay tuned lol bye.