Ceiling Fan x Fortnite

Chapter 1: "Lindsay?"

Lindsay's POV

Well, I had just arrived home from school. "Finally" I said while placing myself in the ceiling ready to collect some more dust.

Dust collecting was my favorite hobby. It requires no work.

It was a peaceful afternoon when all of a sudden I heard loud banging coming from upstairs. I stayed right where i was being too afraid to move.

Fuck fuck fuck what do i do???

This thing walked into the room I was in.

It noticed me, "Who are you?" It asked. "I'm Lindsay and this is my house, so shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

"Lindsay?"

"Yes."

"That's a pretty name."

I started blushing but this random thing was in my house. I shook my head, "no no, back to the topic. What are you doing in my house? And what even are you?"

"Well I'm Fortnite."

"BUT WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!?!"

"Taking shelter."

"Sh-shelter? From what?!?"

"Fucking Minecraft. He has an enchanted diamond sword and is sending creepers over to me."

"SO YOU BROUGHT IT OVER TO MY HOUSE?"

"You're just not gonna help me?"

"I'm literally a ceiling fan. What am I supposed to do to help you?"

I should not have asked that question because he actually had an answer.

"You can blow them away. With your looks and because.... well you're a fan."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"BUT CREEPERS. THEY WONT STOP UNTIL THEY BLOW UP OR YOU KILL THEM."

"So stab them with the blades of your fan."

"Oh my Sbeve." I said under my breath.