Can a fanfiction be better than the original?

There are rewrites of the last jedi that don't suck as hard as the movie, so there is that.

Yes. Because some fanfics have the characters i like bump uglies when they weren't allowed to in the actual show because of dumb excuses like "they don't feel that way about each other" or "they're both in committed relationships already" or "they're mom and son what the fuck is wrong with you" or "why is your dick out put some pants on you freak" and then i get angry and wake up covered in blood and semen. Anyways, I like fanfiction

>FUCKING THIS

The morning sun was bright today, raining down light and heat across the land. Its immense heat was mixed with the cool spring air, giving a refreshing comfort to those enjoying the outdoors. Down below the sun was a large forest, filled with enormous trees that were scattered in large numbers, and leaves that blanketed the ground. In a clearing that lied in the center of the forest was a sleeping grey squirrel, relaxing in the spring sun. The squirrel, however, began to twitch and shake, as if it were to be having a bad dream.

>Who are you? How did you get inside my beautiful world?

A voice was speaking inside the grey squirrel's head, who began to twitch back and forth more violently.

>You're a strange little fellow, aren't you? You coming into my world unexpectedly without being given a proper introduction. Well, I guess I can give you a name now, at least as a placeholder.

The grey squirrel began to make a quiet whisper, trying to speak to the voice in a futile attempt to communicate with it.

>Well, since you're strange, and you are a stranger by entering my world uninvited, I guess I'll just have to call you Stranger. Yeah, stick with that for a bit, it will work well over time. Whatever, I'll let you go and play now.

The voice now left the Stranger's head, leaving an empty silence behind. After shaking for so long, the Stranger began to open his eyes, exposing them to the bright star that was above him. He cringed back, placing his hands above his eyes to avoid getting any sunlight to impact his vision. He slowly pushed himself upward to sit straight, stretching his legs across the ground. As he slowly opened his eyes, he looked around him, observing his environment. He began to make a confused expression on his face, and started asking questions in his head.

Where am I? How did I get here? And…..

The Stranger's eyes open widely instantly as he looked down as his body, noticing his grey fur that covered his body and the long, bushy tail that laid beside him. He began to tug on his body, as if he were to take it off like a piece of clothing.

And what in the actual fuck am I wearing?! Some furry suit?

The Stranger began rolling back and forth, tugging his body across multiple areas to find a way to remove his "suit."

How the hell do you get this damn thing off?!

After a few short seconds of fighting himself, the Stranger stood up and laid his hands on his sides.

Forget it, I got better things to do anyway besides playing with myself all day.

The Stranger looked around the forest, wondering which direction would lead him the way out. He walked around the forest with small steps, listening for voices or anything that could lead him to civilization. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of cars driving across asphalt. He was near a road.

Good, maybe someone will let me hitch a ride.

The Stranger ran in the direction where the sounds were emitting from. After about a minute of jogging across leaves and sticks, he made it to the edge of a long road. He looked up and down the road, noticing that there were no stops in close proximity. He then noticed a vehicle coming from his right moving at a decent pace across the road. The Stranger began to wave his arms and hands in the air to grab the attention of the driver.

"HEY! Over here! Can you-"

The car drove straight by the Stranger without making any attempt to brake. The Stranger watched the car continue to drive without stopping, and inappropriately shown his middle finger on his right hand.

"Yeah, up yours too, asshole!" The Stranger yelled furiously. He placed his hands back to his sides once more and looked downward in the direction of the road the car was driving on.

Well wherever that guy was heading, there must be a town nearby.

The Stranger let out a big sigh, and began to walk at a decent pace down the road. As he walked, he looked up at the sky to notice the hot sun that was burning his body with heat, and a couple of slightly grey clouds that were forming in the air.

I swear to God if it rains, shit is going to hit the fan

>SCENE TRANSITION

What do you think OP? Pretty kino right?

All of this is in the artstyle of happy tree friends right? Because i am making all of this in my mind in that art style.

Also, good lord that OC is sounding a bit edgy.

Yeah it's possible, though most people that end out creating better things than the content they're writing for most likely retool it to be original content instead.

Yep the same one.
Also do yall me want to keep posting the rest in here? Because is a long ride.

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One-in-a-million, or when the original just straight-up sucks, yes.

Go on. I am interesed about this and that Stranger fellow is very friendly, also i seen 0 destruccion and death. Gime that and you can go out of this thread

Okay. You asked for it.

The Stranger trekked for a couple of hours on the road, having the hot sun burning on his back and constantly seeing cars drive by him without stopping, which only infuriated him even more. He began to make an expression of discomfort, stopping to feel the bottom of his feet.

Damn, when am I going to see some kind of indication of a town around here? My feet are killing me.

After he rubbed his feet for a short few seconds, he looked up to notice a sign. A large sign. A billboard that was a welcoming notice to tourists. The Stranger smiled, knowing that a town was almost in his grasp. He jogged up to the sign to see what city, state, or whatever kind of location he was entering. His expression would turn from a joyful smile to an open jaw of confusion. He examined the sign with great detail, looking at every bit of décor that was painted upon it. What shock him most was the introductory title, giving off the name of the city.

Welcome to Happy Tree Town, Home of the Happy Tree Friends! Enjoy your Stay!

The Stranger continue to stare in awe at the sign, noticing the people that were represented on the billboard. Instead of seeing happy human faces like those you would have seen in the 50's, he only saw cute, colorful animals that were doing activities that human beings performed every day.

This is a joke, right? This is obviously a joke. A bad joke. A stupid ass joke to freak me out, right?
The Stranger began to chuckle with a hint of insanity. His breathing picked up, then calmed down shortly after. He made a few relaxation breathes, clearing his mind of the sign he had just read.

It's okay man, take it easy. I'm sure when we get to the town, I will see normal people with normal faces and normal suits, and they be very much delighted to help me get out of this very itchy suit.

The Stranger itched himself a bit, with all the fur getting tangled up everywhere. He began his walk once more for only a couple dozen minutes before reaching a hill that covered his view of the upcoming city. Across that hill lied his destination, and it would certainly meet his expectations. He climbed up the steep hill slowly, having multiple thoughts in his head of what to ask the people how they could help him, and explain to them why he was wearing a squirrel "suit." But when he got to the top of the hill, he could only drop to his knees and watch in horror what he was seeing. He traveled for hours across a rocky road in the hot sun to reach this very spot, and he could only think of one explanation of what he was actually seeing.

I am high as shit right now, aren't I?

In his vision, he saw what appeared to be a normal city. Except it wasn't just filled with brick buildings or normal housing. Instead, he saw houses made completely out of trees, a huge tree that lied in the center of the town, and the inhabitants of the town that walked across the streets normally. But it was not real people he saw walking. It was those cute animals that looked just like those on the billboard, doing everything that he saw on the sign. They were conversing with each other, walking across the sidewalk, entering stores to buy objects, driving vehicles, and everything else. It was pure madness to the Stranger.

How the hell did I get myself into this kind of shit?

The Stranger let out a big sigh of sorrow, and stood back up slowly. He looked downward with a sad and confused look on his face, wondering exactly what his next move should be. He notice shortly across from him was a sidewalk that was filled with multiple colorful characters. Even if these people were all dressed in weird suits, they could at least be nice enough to help a tourist. The Stranger made his way down to the sidewalk, looking both ways across the road to avoid being run over, and walked between the crowds. The people did not seem to notice the Stranger, and did not seem to care at all. The Stranger walked between them for a short time before standing near a fire hydrant that was on a corner of an intersection. He stood still by the red fire hydrant, and observed the city with awe. It had the appearance of an actual city, except that many of the residential homes were made out of actual trees, and all the people were dressed as animals. He stood there thinking exactly what kind of place this is, and still questioned the fact of how he got to this area in the first place.

His thoughts would soon be interrupted as a yellow rabbit riding a skateboard would crash into him, knocking both of them down on the pavement.

>Here's come a grat moment, also the death and destruccion is coming as well, just wait.

The Stranger bumped his head on the ground, bruising it slightly. He picked himself up, rubbing his the right side of his head due to the sore pain he just endured.

"Hey pal, watch were you're going!" The Stranger said angrily as he continued to rub his head. He looked over to see that the person that knocked him over was another person dressed as an animal. The Stranger stopped rubbing his head and questioned the rabbit. "Again, really? Are all of you people dressed as animals?"

The rabbit laid there for a bit, and reached his hands out to the Stranger. The Stranger gave a look of disgust, and picked up the yellow rabbit until he was back on his feet. The Stranger then put both his hands on his hips and stared at the rabbit.

"Look, buddy, I don't know what's going on, but I am not from here. Can you help me out?" The Stranger asked the yellow rabbit, with which the rabbit replied with a nod. The Stranger took a deep breath and spoke fast. "Okay, let's see. Well, I have no idea where I am, so that's an important question I need an answer to. I need a way to get back home, so I would like a direction to the nearest bus station. And can you tell me why all of you guys are dressed like animals. Is there some kind of furry convention or something? I mean, if you people are into this kind of thing during your private hours, I won't judge, I just like to know why all of you look like this." The Stranger, after talking insanely fast asking multiple questions, began to tug at his body once more. "Oh, and can you find the zipper or something on this suit for me? Someone must have stuffed me into this and I kind of want to get out of it."

The Stranger stopped messing with his body and looked at the rabbit for a response. The rabbit had a confused face, and began to speak to the Stranger. But the words weren't in plain English, but came out as some form of gibberish, like from a children's cartoon. After the rabbit stopped speaking, the Stranger stared at the yellow hare for a while with a confused look, wondering why this person would talk in such a way. He then made a small chuckle. "Oh, I see, you're playing your role. Ah, that's kind of cute." The Stranger then instantly switched back to a seriously expression, more so than before. "But seriously man, can you get me at of this stupid thing or what?"

The yellow rabbit once again responded only with the same gibberish line that he used before. This angered the Stranger only more. He took a step forward to the rabbit, making a more annoyed look on his face. "Dude, cut the crap already. I really need help here, and you're god-awful joke is starting to piss me off. Will you help me or not?" The Stranger began to make a fist in his right hand, forming a tight grip.

The yellow rabbit began to show signs of fear, taking a step back and started to shiver. To calm down the Stranger, he talked once more in the gibberish language, hoping what he was saying would be understandable to the Stranger. It wasn't. The Stranger, now infuriated to levels beyond the boundaries of sanity, grabbed the rabbit by the neck with his left hand and dragged him to his face. "Listen here you little yellow asshole, I have been going through a lot of shit today, and I am getting fucking sick of it. I will ask you one more time, and I better get a damn answer this time. Will. You. Help. Me?"

>We are almost there. Just wait for ti

The rabbit stared into the angry eyes of the Stranger, beginning to whimper in fear. The rabbit was trying to answer the Stranger's question, and he did. So why was this outsider attacking an innocent person. The rabbit could do only one thing in this situation, and it was to try and give the Stranger an answer. The rabbit's answer to the Stranger's demands was more gibberish words.

"THAT IS IT!" The Stranger dropped the rabbit on his feet, and threw his right fist straight into the face of the yellow rabbit. The yellow rabbit's face was completely destroyed, having his pink heart nose broken and his entire face bruised and beginning to bleed. The yellow rabbit walked backwards slowly, dazed by the strong hit from the Stranger. The Stranger stared at the yellow rabbit with anger, believing that he got what he deserved. But then he looked down on the ground, and noticed that the yellow rabbit was going to trip on his skateboard. The Stranger reached his hands out to grab the rabbit, but it was too late. The rabbit's right foot stood on the middle on the skateboard, and, being unsteady from the recent blow to the face, slipped off from the board, and began to fall backwards. Naturally, the rabbit would fall on his head and receive minor bruising, maybe some head injuries if it were severe. Well, the damage was indeed severe, as his head landed straight onto the fire hydrant the two were standing by, and exploded like a smashed tomato.

>And there you go. We got somebody killed now

Mabye he died like this

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I am are not done yet.

The rabbit's head split open, spewing out a large amount of blood and pieces of brain matter that scattered across the sidewalk. As his head exploded, large sums of the blood soaked the Stranger's grey fur, nearly covering his entire central body. Along with the blood came a piece of his brain that landed on the left cheek of the Stranger, and was stuck there to his face. The Stranger, now beginning to enter a state of insanity, quickly wiped the piece of the rabbit's brain from his face, and began to hyperventilate over the recent scene. The Stranger then looked up to see a pink chipmunk with a red bow on her head, who was crossing the intersection on foot, screaming in horror over the site of the large amount of blood and the dead body of a yellow rabbit.

>Everything is getting out of hand

The Stranger raised his hands in the air as if he were surrendering or being held up. "It was an accident, I swear! I did not mean to kill him, I just hit him, that's all!" The Stranger yelled, scared beyond belief, which was evident in his voice. The chipmunk examined the Stranger in fear as he saw him with all of the rabbit's blood on his body. The two then quickly looked down a street to see an incoming van that was driving out of control. The Stranger noticed that one of the wheels popped off, and was swerving back and forth. Seeing that the van was heading in their direction with no intention to stop, the Stranger jumped backwards away from the sidewalk, and looked up to see the pink chipmunk scream at the incoming vehicle. Shortly after her scream, the van struck her at full force, ripping her body completely off and dragging bits and pieces of it along with the van, painting the road crimson red with blood. The van suddenly crashed at a tree head on, causing a massive wreckage and totaling the vehicle. The Stranger noticed the van was beginning to catch fire fast, and began to run towards the burning vehicle to help whoever was inside. The Stranger stopped in his tracks when he noticed two green raccoons, one with a hat and one without, exit the van, with their faces all bruised and bloody from the crash. The two raccoons met at the back of the fan, standing together confused at what just happened.
>The van is going to fucking explode

The fire on the van began to pick up, and was heading straight for the gas tank underneath. The Stranger would not make it time to drag them out, so he put both his hands around his mouth and yelled at the top of his lungs, "GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" The raccoons looked up at the Stranger, who stared at them with a frightened look. The two slowly turned around and finally realized that the van was on fire, and took a step back. It was the only step they would be able to take, as the van exploded violently, sending a massive force that ripped the bodies of the two raccoons apart, sending their destroyed organs and blood across the street. The Stranger covered his face as the explosion occurred, and slowly looked back to see the van was now completely destroyed. The Stranger wondered where their bodies went off too, seeing how their organs how flown everywhere. He wouldn't have to look long, as the head of the raccoon with the hat landed right at the feet of the Stranger, staring at him with cold, dead eyes, and blood pouring out from the bottom of his neck, along with bits and pieces of the organs that tied his head to his body.

>Holy shit

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"Holy shit!" The Stranger jumped back quickly, and tripped backwards on his feet and landed on his posterior. He looked around to notice the carnage that had just occurred. A yellow rabbit's head was split open in two, gushing out blood and sending brain matter everywhere. A pink chipmunk was ran over by a van, dragging her body and organs across the road. And two raccoons were brutally ripped apart from the explosion of a destroyed vehicle. Four innocent lives were killed, and it wasn't even a minute's time.

>What?

The Stranger jumped to his feet, quickly walking backwards.

I have to get out of here!

As he began to walk backwards, he could here other civilians screaming in terror, and seeing explosions in the distance. The Stranger knew that just nearby, other people were violently dying as well. And it all started by punching a rabbit in the face.

>SCENE TRANSITION

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Can i get of here now?

Is there more? If is that a yes then keep posting this very kino unironically.

Yes, my lord.

The Stranger now began to make a dash in the opposite direction of the city, trying to block out the sound of destruction and screaming by holding his ears with his blood-stained hands. He ran for a couple of minutes before ending up in a park, completely devoid of life. The Stranger felled to his knees, and began to shake in terror over the sight that had just occurred in front of his very eyes.

"Oh dear God, what have I done?"

>Wow, I must say, that was very good for a first timer.

The Stranger quickly brought his head up and looked around sharply. "Who said that? Who's there?"

>Oh, no one important, just someone admiring your progress.

The Stranger stood up in confusion. "Progress? In what?"

>Why, in this great game I have made. Isn't it fun?

"Game? What kind of game are you thinking of?"

>Look at that sweet destruction you just caused. Punching that rabbit and then having his head split open by the fire hydrant was marvelous. I would have gone with a push instead of a punch, since that way you could have made that poor rabbit ride the skateboard down the road and hit straight into the van. But your move was good too.

The Stranger stood in shock of what he was hearing. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You think that was fun? All of that murder that just happen was amusing to you? You're a sick fuck!"

>Well, we all got our own ways of getting ourselves the joy of happiness. My joy is coming from your insanity. Seeing you flip out over the sight of death and destruction that you caused was priceless. I have not seen such terror in a person's eyes and caused such destruction in over ten years.

The Stranger began to walk away with his hands across his body, hugging himself to calm down. "Get away from me, you sick monster. I don't want to listen to any more of your shit!"

>Ah, but the game has only just started. You'll be playing again. And I'll be here to enjoy watching it.

This just got dark

The Stranger looked around to find somewhere to hide within the park. Looking around quickly, he found a large hollowed-out log laying on the outskirts of the park. He ran over quickly to the dead log, and examined the size of it. It was big enough to hide his body from the outside. The Stranger dropped to his knees and crawled inside, pushing around leaves, dirt and twigs that were in the way. After a short time adjusting the room, he went into a fetal position, hugging himself and shaking violently. He began to whimper and started shedding a few tears.

As he laid helplessly in the log, he muttered the same sentence over and over again.

Please be a dream. I just want to go home.

This is the end of it.

My god. All of this just for ONE. I mean it. ONE CHAPTER. And this is just starting

>when the original just straight-up sucks
That's not quite it. What the original needs is wasted potential.
The example I always turn back to is Digimon Adventure 02. Full of neat stuff, but most of it is never touched upon.

BUMP

Is it possible? Yes.
Does it happen often? No.
Crafting a proper fanfiction that surpasses its source material is something that requires a meticulous deep level of understanding from what the original creator/s wanted to achieve with its creation, what their vision was, follow and improve on that with a better level of expression and exposition.
Again, it's something that rarely happens for more then a sizeable amount of fans from the original product to admit and consider it to be, the better version.

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>That's not quite it. What the original needs is wasted potential.
Good phrasing, I think this is exactly why I was thinking of Luminosity (Twilight)