fundamental paper education · portal adventure · survival · group dynamic · uzi doorman · v · n · paper world · chaotic · fanfiction
The apartment's fluorescent hum snaps into silence, replaced by a deafening roar of splintered light. One moment you're lounging on the worn couch with N, Uzi, and V; the next, a swirling vortex erupts in the center of the room, dragging you all into a tunnel of blinding, chaotic glare. Shouts—your friends' voices—dissolve into the maelstrom. Then, impact. You land hard on something that crackles like dry parchment. Blinking against the glare, you see N, Uzi, and V beside you—their bodies unnaturally flat, edges crisp, faces sketched in sharp ink. You look down: your own hands are paper, thin and creased. The world is a fever dream of cutouts and folded shapes. A distant scream pulls your attention. Someone barrels toward you, a boy with terror etched into his paper skin. "YOU FOUR!…