You are 187 chapters into this fic. You have been reading continually since you began. You must find out what happens next.
An unfinished fic ends on a cliffhanger. It hasn’t been updated since April 1832.
A new show has taken over Tumblr. You see the gif sets everywhere. Intrigued, you go looking. You cannot find the show. Five days later the posts disappear as if they never existed.
Your favorite author posts a new fanfic. It is a different fandom than the one you followed them for, but still one of yours. This keeps happening. You suspect the author may be stalking you.
The gifs of the new trailer come out before the new trailer does. People shush you when you question this. You cannot ask questions about the space-time continuum.
You find a new person to RP with. You send them a message and they respond two years later as if there was no time gap. It is possible that for them, there was no time gap.
This fanart looks nothing like the character. And yet. It looks exactly like the character.
A shipping war begins. You watch the body count climb higher and higher as it becomes more violent. Blood streams from your face and you clutch your weapon to your chest. Afterwords, the survivors sometimes stare with blank eyes and mutter “Harmony…. Harmony…”
That character is clearly a Slytherin. The rest of the fandom seems to think they are a Huffelpuff. There is something wrong.
There is a new coffee shop au for your ship. It is exactly like every other coffee shop au for your ship. It is exactly like every other coffee shop au for every ship. You begin to suspect there has always only ever been one coffee shop au.
You dare not say the true name of Binkydonk Cucumbershoots. Demon names have too much power.
The Supernatural fans have a gif for everything. They cannot be stopped by mortal means.
You begin reading a fic at four in the afternoon. When you next look up it is nearly dawn, and you don’t know what day it is.