I originally had a regular, normal, boring, uneventful life. From waking in the morning, making breakfast, going to work, then returning home to spend what little time I had available to play video games or watch TV before retiring for the night.

That is the routine for almost all humans in a normal world. Well, I for one have had enough of this cruel, unchanging, colorless world. So I decided to leave it all behind one day. My name is Christopher Jones, and this is my story.

Why did I decide to do that? Leave humanity and planet earth? Well when I was born, I had everything I could ever want as a child. I had a loving mother, a caring father and a sister who was ten years older than me. But it was too good to last. One day, tragedy struck, plunged my life into a spiraling mess of despair and hardship. At the age of ten, when my mother was spending time with me, in the capital, a speeding car hit her and sped away.

It was then that I held my mum's broken body in my arms, shaking her over and over again while trying to call her back to reality. All the while trying to stop the bleeding. But it was all for nought. After a few minutes, my mother took her last breath and died in my arms. Even later, when the paramedics arrived, they had to pry her cold body from me. I was in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation, my body covered in crimson. My mother was dead, but I couldn't believe it, I couldn't understand it. Death is something in the stories, a pinnacle event where the character is no longer in the story. When my family heard the news, they too were unable to comprehend as well.

After the funeral, things didn't get any better, they simply got worse. My world came crashing down when dad lost his job and soon found himself comforted by the warm embrace of alcohol. My sister, Jullie, started to ignore me and began to hang out with undesirable people, thugs, gangsters and drug-fueled individuals. She later began to use drugs, hard drugs, to pass her time and her money.

I still loved her and she I, but most of the time I had to help her with coping with the loss, needless to say, I helped, but I was only eleven, and she a grown adult, we both dealt the situation better. Dad blamed me for the death of mum, sometimes he would beat me up to a bloody pulp in his alcoholic state, the attacks sudden and quick, ending when blood would only just begin to coat his knuckles.

I endured all of this for five years, five long, painful years, and when I couldn't handle it anymore, I left, left everything and everyone behind. My home was now a rundown apartment block at the capital that was far from anything like my family's suburban house but to me, it was a start, a start of something better. I earned money by working at the local shopping mall, where I spend most of my day as an assistant for the management who owned the complex, mountains and mountains of paperwork becoming my purpose.

The three three years after, things were starting to look great, I actually managed to impress enough people and earn enough respect that I became the general manager of the shopping mall, and with that, the opportunity to propel my life even further. I was even considering the option of pursuing a business or commerce degree at college, the higher-ups were willing to sponsor me once I was old enough.

That didn't mean that I did not miss mother, I still haven't forgotten that incident. Some night's I mourned for her death and occasionally had nightmares on the of the chance I would dream. Dream of crimson, and death.

One day while browsing through the channels of my TV, I stumbled upon a show called "My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic". At first, I watched the show just to pass the time when nothing good was on. And later on, began to love every second of it. I even wished to spend the rest of my life in the world where I would never again be alone and will always be surrounded by friends. Where every day was an adventure filled in a colorful and lively world.

Each day I lived with the hope for a better tomorrow, while I would spend each waking moment, in reality, rebuilding my world little by little with hard work and a little elbow grease. However, when I turned eighteen, another tragedy struck me, I found out about the death of my sister, through my father, who informed me a week after the event, and only called because he 'remembered' to tell me.

My sister and I had become even more distant after I moved, and left my father. But I still loved and cared for her, always trying to contact her when I could. I had even saved up a decent sum of money to get my sister the help she needs and to get back on her feet.

According to the information, the information I had to get from the local police station, who gave more shits for my sister's death than my own father, while my sister was with one of her gangs, hanging out and probably doing drugs, a rival gang appeared. Not much is known what initially happened, how it escalated, but words became fists, and fists became guns, knives and bludgeons. They started killing each other, and in the end, my sister was among those who had died.

My heart broke, all of my kindness was replaced with unbridled fury. Anger towards the world that allowed these atrocities to happen to innocent people, who did not deserve such pain. Anger towards the people that had taken away those I loved. And anger towards myself, for being powerless and weak to save those I cared about.

I loathed myself because of this, enough that I wanted to put a bullet in my head. But again, I was too weak to do the deed. Pathetic enough that I second guessed myself. Afraid of the afterlife, that probably didn't even exist.

I remembered the time working in the shopping mall, I had heard some rumors about people disappearing during conventions. Some of these people I had actually met, and even knew. Janitors stressed out managers and crew members that worked at the dozens of stores in the shopping center, and just random people I came to meet as my life progressed. All vanishing one after the other with no trace.

I thought about this for days afterwards. And came to the realization, if someone can vanish, disappear, then I can. It was then that I withdrew thousands of dollars from my savings, almost all I had. To me, if the rumors are correct their disappeared is the result of purchasing cosplay and related material. This item then would make the person vanish from the convention, while the person who would sell the item would as well, leaving nought but a memory on the individuals who witness the phenomenon. To vanish would bring opportunity, I hoped. I could find refuge perhaps or at least peace. There was really nothing to lose, I had nothing but mild memories of happiness and times long gone holding me to this place, and I was too weak to stick the barrel of a gun in my mouth.

When I got to the convention center, I saw people moving around wearing different cosplay, from anime, movies, games, comics and televisions. Stores selling and promoting all sorts of things that my fat wallet was thirsting for. But I was not interested in that stuff, I had a mission. After searching for hours, combing the convention center for anyone who would be remotely connected to the rumors, my effort paid off.

I found a shady store with a shady individual working at it who resembled "The Merchant" from the game "Resident Evil" patiently waiting, calmly tapping the glass counter he stood behind, his sky blue eyes staring at me as I glanced upon his.

He waved me over to come to his shop, a shop devoid of any life besides the merchant, the few shops that were set up around him empty and bare, as if no one who had bought the space had even shown. I complied with his wish, and when I got close enough, he made a little bow before rising to speak with me.

"Well hello my friend, I am sorry to take time out of your day, but is seems like your searching for something" he stated his eyes unblinking. "Perhaps, an outfit for an aspiring cosplayer, maybe a replica for the collector or fanboy in you, or maybe something...else". His right hand slowly began to caress the glass, before resting above a single hexagonal object with keyholes on each side.

I stood there, looking at the merchant for a few seconds, my face stoic and the cogs of my mind slowly considering if this was what I sought. While still considering my attention fell on the goods he was selling. There were several different items on display, whether in the glass counter or the glass shelves that surrounded me, but there were only a few that caught my interest.

I replied each word I considered with scrutiny, "Yes my good man, I see that you have a magnificent collection of items and I'm considering purchasing a few of them".

The merchant's eyes lit with glee and his fingers slowly drumming against the glass. He followed my vision as my eyes were fixated on the folded coat of Zebra's that rested within the confines of the glass counter.

He let out a long sign, and my eyes turned up to see him slowly withdraw a piece of paper from his tattered trench coat. My eyebrow rose as he placed the paper on the counter, and he slowly began to retrieve Zebra's coat.

"It will be $50 000 dollars, sir" he announced as he placed it on the counter-top, and heading towards the nearest shelf to my right.

"For what," I asked with shock, "for the suit?!"

"For what you're going to get, the items that you wish to embark your journey on" he replied

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Ignoring me, placing a Yosaku's wooden cigar and Jiro's gun beside the suit, he pushed the paper towards me and went to another shelf.

I picked up the paper and on its surface was a list, and it read:
-Toriko's armband
-Coco's waist cloth
-Sunny's leg band
-Zebra's indigo coat
-Yosaku's wooden cigar
-Jiro's knocking gun
-James Heller's Prototype virus phial
-Vergo's gloves
-Naruto's headband
-Madara's eye contact's
-the Smooze's Hat and bowtie
-Discord's lion glove

My eyes shot up in surprise, those items were everything that I was going to buy. I looked at the merchant with eyes filled with astonishment and he casually remarked as the last items were placed on the counter-top in a line and got behind the cash register.

"Usually people don't seek me out, and usually they only take items related to one world. You, on the other hand, seek the abilities of many and sought me out. What a strange person".

It was then I realized, this was the person, this was the individual I was looking for. If I was unsure before I was sure as hell sure now. Without stopping, I had literally handed my wallet, or more correctly a wad of paper money with my wallet barely wrapped around it. As the money was exchanged, the fruits of my labor exchanged for trinkets, the merchant eyes of happiness fell into despair as he realized he would have to count five hundred $100 notes. But he still accepted it and began to go through the money.

"So where am I going? What happens now?" I ask with uncertainty.

The merchant eyes quickly glanced up to look at me with critical eyes, before going back to count the money. "You know where you're going" he revealed cryptically, "and what happens, even I don't know".

After a few more seconds of counting, he nodded to himself, satisfied with the amount on hand, and stuffed it into the cash register. As the cash register closed, he reached behind the counter and retrieved two large cardboard bags which he used to store the items on the list.

"I will say be careful" the merchant warned as he gave me the two bags, filled to almost overflowing, "power attracts power, and power attracts enemies, don't get cocky".

As soon as he had finished, and my hands fell upon the plastic, the merchant snapped his fingers, and everything went black.