When Reality Becomes a Fiction

Shrickie lay down in the shade of the large tree in Appondale. Of course, no one actually knew her name was Shrickie. Her Nametag showed 'Small BlackBerry', not "Shrickie". Her username was "Shrickie2Ueale", don't ask why. Shrickie looked up at the sky. There wasn't much sky to see, though. It always looked the same dull blue, never changing. Eagles, owls, and falcons could soar up to the sky, but they could not go beyond it. They would just hit their heads on that dull blue thing. It was quite a small world.

''I am a bot. A bot that records everything and sends them to my other self. My Creator. She judges good and bad jammers.''

Chapter 1
My head swirled, my paws feeling soft grass underneath. Wait a moment. I'm a coded block of thing. I can't feel dizzy. It's just not possible. I tried standing up, but fell.

Uealuealuealueale. Words floated around my head. What just happened?? I looked up at the sky. It looked bluer than ever. Where am I?? My head swirled with confusion. I was a grassy meadow. What grassy meadow? There is no grassy meadow in Animal Jam. Not that I know of, of course. My eyes began to focus. I consulted my database.

............area unidentified.........no area in game...........

Everything looked so.... real. I could smell. Smelling was something you can't do in Animal Jam. I also tasted something bittersweet and metallic in my mouth. I could taste!! I tried standing up again, but found that my legs couldn't bend the way they used to bend. I tried using my third eye to see what I looked like.

''........System Failure. Reboot?''

............Reboot Failed

Wha??? I looked at my legs. They weren't legs anymore. Arms, hands, legs, feet.

WIP