Suddenly Aiden found himself in his apartment. The pathetic man breathed a sigh of relief glad some anonymous user actually set him free without anything weird happening to him. Little did Aiden realize the anonymous user had merely been teleported to a world controlled entirely by horny fetish writers. Aiden was letting down his guard as he decided to walk to his favorite restaurant to take in the normalcy of his life, and that he didn't get fucked to death in some weird story. The walk was chilly, crowded, and full of car exhaust and second hand smoke... However it was to be expected. The restaurant as well brought him his meal that was a bit too salty and oily, but it was the familiar flavor that he had expected.
In the small restaurant it wasn't really that packed so the waitress asked "So Aiden, did something happen. You seem a little off?"
Aiden took a swig of his water and said "Well Sara... Oh you'd never believe it. I'm just happy that everything is right in the world."
"What? Did you do some drugs and found yourself in the work of some fetish writer?" Aiden did a spit take as his heart suddenly started pounding as Sara said "Huh? I was just shooting in the dark."
Aiden wiped his mouth and said "Well I wasn't doing drugs, and I'm not sure how it happened but... I guess I may have been just dreaming or something..."
Sara being just another character in this story moved her mouth as the writer typed "Relax, nothing bad is going to happen to you. Heck if we really were in some fetish story wouldn't you be getting something like a six pack?"
Aiden said "Considering what some of those people do in the stories maybe but... No time to not think about this. Time to relax like you said." his paranoia started to melt as he finished his meal and Sara started doing some other work. As Sara came back to take his dishes and give him the bill...