Hey, yeah, it's Sue. Are you aware that there are worlds where I'm worshipped like a God? But that's not me. It's a parallel me. Another me, with the same name, the same history, the same thoughts, but a different situation. They're no more suited for such a glorious following than I am. I've seen them, talked to some. But the me me, me me me, won't recieve any such treatment, as much as I want (and clearly deserve) it. I'm one of the few versions of myself who knows the right humans to be able to go between the universes, which is cool, but not anything like perfect.

Since the weirdo of a human is local to this world, and has the easiest time existing here, I'm not exactly going anywhere either. And the state of my existance here is just ridiculous. I'm fictional, something designed to entertain children. I can't even use my real name on this thing. What you'd all percieve of me is just too humiliating. Some of me get to be queens, and I'm hanging out with some self-proclaimed freaky human kid and hiding my identity. Life is so cruel to pretty little me.

Not that I mind the freaky kid, though. He's fun and treats me far better than anyone else in this miserable place. But honestly, there things I'd rather be doing. If he could come along all the better. But I really just want to be something more than a stupid cartoon character. For that to happen I need some support from something.

I'll damn well figure it out, I swear...