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//Im in the mood to write. Send me a prompt/trope/AU and a character. Could be any prompt, characters are: Anti, Hacker, and Belladonna.
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//Hm, Why not both?
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Anti:
Anti is running through the forest, the sounds of shouting and barking dogs following him as he flees from… something. Soon enough, the inevitable happens and he trips on a root. Panicking, he scrambles into the nearby tree, hiding in the roots of it.
Soon enough, the sounds of men and dogs running fly by the tree. Smiling a nervous grin, Anti tries to relax a bit. Running his hand through his hair, he notices the ring he usually wears is missing. As he starts to panic again he moves around in the makeshift hideaway, slowly turning into a pitch black cave, the sound of static starts to grow louder and louder. Finally finding it, Anti scrambles to put it on before he is hit in the head, falling to the ground he winces and looks up.
The new man looking down at Anti could be his twin, he has his hair slicked back and his wearing a familiar tuxedo.
“͘Wa̧k͞e ̡u̴p͞.̡” Corruption says simply. Causing Anti to jolt awake. After a few moments of panting and making sure he’s wearing the ring, Anti rolls over and pulls Kai into a hug, and slowly falls back sleep.
//Im aware on how it jumps around, But I think it fits for a dream sequence.
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Belladonna
As the vision clears, Belladonna is grinning as she stands next to a faceless man, faceless, but still wearing a easily recognized cat mask. Walking forward, Bella smirks as she stares down the faceless frightened people on the floor of the bank. Still grinning, Bella’s hands light up with purple lightning, striking the people near her dead.
Walking around she continues to kill everyone one by one, leaving no other survivors. After everyone but her and the masked man was dead, Bella started to giggle. After a few moments of just giggling Belladonna stopped and started to sob.
The masked man now recognized as Marvin walked forward and started to comfort Bella and praise her, all that did was cause her to sob even more. As she sobbed Marvin and the bank slowly started to vanish, leaving her in a pitch black area. No lights or anything. Soon, two graves appeared in front of her. One saying Kailene Edwards and the Other saying Antonio Septakles. She continued to sob and cry until she woke up.
//And that is Bella’s! Hopefully it showed what I was going for!
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How long has it been? Years? Months? He’s been forced to stay in the clinic. Forced to help his captors. Forced to help their daughter when she came in, had to help that Hündin- His Mistress. He forgot, he wasn’t able to do that. When will he be able to leave? This place is horrible- Nice. Perfectly Nice? Yes. This place is nice. What was he talking about again? Oh no matter. He needs to get back to work. Oh? Tears? …Why is he crying?
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Fucking hell. Since Im starting a new writing project, I decided to check out one of my first fics, and oh my god, its so bad. Suffer with me.
“Miss Norso!” My teacher Mr. Kinse yelled at me. “Huh…?” “Miss Norso this is the second time you’ve fell asleep in class.” Mr Kinse said as i looked at the clock. “2:50???!??!” is almost screamed. “Yes Miss Norso youve been asleep for 2 hours. Next time this happens i wont let you go. OK?” Mr Kinse asked me. “Yes Mr Kinse.” i said as i was walking home.
And that was just the first paragraph. For educational purposes, here is my current writing:
Oh it’s been so long since the last time he broke someone. After he broke the ‘good doctor’, Puppeteer refused to let him do so. Apparently it’s too dangerous, apparently it’s just easier to let her magic do all the work. But where’s the fun in that? It’s fun to watch the victim lose hope, its downright hilarious to watch and hear them begging for mercy.
…Why did he stop doing this again? Oh. Right. Puppeteer doesn’t like it… She wont know if he doesn’t survive, right? Eh, He’ll cross that road when he gets to it.
See the difference?
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The Fall of the Author - Part 1
Here’s the big project that i’ve been working on. It’s only part 1 tho.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood, gunshot, and fainting
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The Author grinned as he sauntered into his cabin, the day may have started off wrong at first, but he definitely seized the day and changed it like he did all other things. Still grinning, the man named Author sat down at his desk as he grabbed some blank papers nearby. It’s time to get to work.
After a few hours of working on his latest masterpiece, the Author stood up as he yawned. Stretching somewhat, he started to walk towards his bedroom, only pausing to place his bat down and to make sure his hair wasn’t messed up as he looked into the mirror in the hallway. Seeing something in the corner of his eye, he turned around and noticed that he had a message on his telephone. Scowling, he hit play. “Author, when are you going to come back to your senses and return? You know it’s dangerous for ego’s to live out on their own. Call me back when that gets through your thick skull.” You could hear Dark’s annoyance through the muffled phone.
Rolling his eyes, Author just hit the simple delete button and turned to walk back to his room. “Get it through my thick skull? If he wants me back so badly, he’s going to have to get on his hand and knees and beg.” The Author smirked as he finally walked into his bedroom, his bat forgotten by the mirror.
And that was his routine. Waking up, eating, sitting down to write, eating, writing some more, listening to the latest message Dark sent, and finally going back to bed. Granted, it was getting harder to go out to grab some more food as his books became more and more popular, but hey, atleast they are getting popular.
And that is all he did for months. Months of doing the same thing over and over again. The repetitive actions were soothing and yet very annoying at the same time, and it didn’t help that he was getting recognized less and less. Even when his new books were published, they were bashed and the few critic’s that followed him call the books ‘Unrealistic’. That his first book was more realistic and that he should go back to his route. Don’t they know how hard it is to write a story? The first had to have been a fluke. It wasn’t even a good story! Daniel barely even listened or followed his commands! Maybe that’s it… They want someone to struggle. Struggle to fight back against the Narrator, against the.. villain.
Grinning at that thought, Author jumped up from his chair and grabbed his bat and coat. He’s going to try to do something different, maybe it’s time to use a new ‘subject’. Hey, he could even pull the now insane Daniel into it. With that, The man known as the Author ran out the door, this is going to be so much fun. After all, he hasn’t used a ‘subject’ in forever.
After just laying there for a few moments, The Author got jostled by the sudden ringing of his phone. Wincing, he slowly stood up and made his way to the phone, at some point picking up his bat to use as a cane. Once he got there, he shakily picked up the phone. “Can I help you?” He spat out through gritted teeth.
“Oh! Sorry, I just found this phone on the floor and was wondering who it’s owner is?” The mysterious man on the other end of the call spoke, not even stuttering at the Author’s venom filled voice.
Groaning slightly, Author facepalmed. “Of course he would be the one to lose his phone.” The Author said softly as he grit his teeth before clearing his throat, ”There are few people that have my phone number. And there is only one man who calls me every fucking day.” He coughed out. ”Basically, It’s Dark’s.”
”Oh! Thank you, I should have known. Any-” The man tried to finish but got interrupted by the Author’s muffled swearing, At this point he is feeling very woozy and is about ready to fall to the ground. ”…Sir, are you alright?” The man quickly asked, concern lacing through his words.
”’m fine.” Author stated in a somewhat quiet voice, slurring over the words. Soon after he spoke his bat slipped from his hands and he fell to the ground, quickly passing out, all he could hear was the man on the phone. “Hello? Sir are there? Hell-” Then nothing.
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The Fall of the Author - Part 2
And here’s part 2!
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When the Author woke up, he woke up to a disgruntled doctor above him. Before he could protest against the doctor as he tried to check his eyes, the doctor started to ramble. “What the hell makes a hemopheliac believe that instead of going to a ER when they get shot, they instead just go home? You are extremely lucky I found the phone and that Dark knew where you live.” The Doctor rambled on as he continued to check his eyes.
“Wha- Get the hell away from me!” Author scowled as he pushed the Doctor away.
“Well, that was rude.” The Demon known as Dark spoke as he walked back into view, “After all, the good Doctor Iplier has spent nearly all of his vacation days caring for you and making sure you didn’t bleed out.” He continued as the now dubbed Dr Iplier left the room, “He does have a point though. What were you thinking?”
The Author glared at the Demon before it shifted into a smirk, “…Oh Darki, I didn’t know you care so much.” He purred out with a large smirk as he sat up, just barely hiding his wince. At those words Dark just shook his head and left the room, the Doctor reentering soon after he left.
As soon as he walked in, he started chatting again, mostly just scolding the Author for his stupidity, but still chatting.
Gritting his teeth, the Author started to check his pen and notebook he always carries with him. Although there is a problem with that, he’s just wearing his pants and a few bandages, the notebook and pen no where to be found. “What did you do with my notebook?” He snapped as he glared at Dr. Iplier.
With a sigh Dr Iplier turned around to face the man in the hospital bed. “Your journal? Dark grabbed it as soon as you arrived.”
”What!?” Author snapped as he sat up, not even wincing at the sudden movement.
”Careful!” Iplier snapped back, ”I just redressed your wounds and you don’t want to break your stitches again.” He continued as he walked closer.
”You don’t understand, that journal has all my notes for my next book!” He all but yelled as he continued to try to get up.
”Sit. Down.” Iplier told the Author, ”Dark doesn’t care for writing, your journal is fine.” The Doctor tried to assure the Author before sighing and turned to walk back to his desk. ”Look, I’ll go see what I can do, but for now can you fill this out?” Dr Iplier asked as he walked back carrying medical papers and a pen.
The Author glared at the Doctor before snatching the papers and pen from his grip causing Dr Iplier to shake his head and walk back to his desk to contact Dark. Somewhat still fuming, The Author started to tackle the figurative mountain of paper work. Although when he wrote down his name, his eyes lit up and he smirked. He quickly flipped a paper to a blank side and started to write, all the while ignoring the Doctor who was typing on his computer.
As soon as he finished writing the Author smiled a even larger smirk and watched the Doctor, waiting for his words to go in effect. And they did, soon enough Dr Iplier’s movement slowed and he started to panic. ”..What the..” He slurred out as he looked towards the now grinning Author.
”Sorry ‘bout that doc. That journal that Dark has is very important to me. And he can’t know that I need it back.” He continued to smirk as he slowly stood up and walked closer to the prone Doctor. ”Don’t worry. It should wear off. But for now, I have to go. Tata for now Doc.” The Author stated as he grabbed his bloody shirt off of the desk and sauntered out of the room.
”Now, right or left?” He asked himself as he looked down the hallways.
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The Fall of the Author - Part 3
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“Left seems good.” Author murmured to himself as he put on, buttoned his shirt back up, and started on his way down the hallway. After a few moments of just walking, he heard a few footsteps and words. Ducking in the nearest room, he placed his head against the door and listened. “Google come on dude! It would so freakin’ awesome!” A man’s voice could be heard begging to someone, apparently that someone was named Google.
“I said no Bing. I am not letting you use Google Green as an assistant for your trickshots.” The other man could be heard responding as they both walked away from the door. The last thing Author heard was a ”Please Googs?” from the first man before their voices grew to faint to hear.
Taking a deep breath, the Author slowly opened the door and checked if anyone was nearby, no one was. Taking the chance, he dashed out the door and ran the other way the voices were heading. Now frowning, the Author just walked and walked, periodically stopping to check if any of the doors led to Dark’s office.
He’s hopelessly lost. Even if he tried, he couldn’t make his way back to the that clinic. Speaking of clinics, there’s no doubt in his mind that the Doctor has managed to free himself from the Author’s words. It’s been what? Thirty minutes since he left? Oh, another door, aaand nothing. Of course.
It’s like the house changes and moves the doors around because he could have swore he saw that empty room before. Finally giving up with a sigh, the Author pulled the pen he kept out of his pocket and picked a wall. After a few moment’s of writing he turned around and opened the first door he saw, as soon as he opened it, the world warped around him and the empty room turned into a well loved office, a few pictures on a desk a weird cane hanging on the wall, and what he was looking for, a well loved journal sitting in plain view.
Now smirking, the Author stepped into the office causing the world to warp again, the door leading to a different hallway. As soon as he finally grabbed the journal, he was interrupted by the owner of the office, “Now that was rude.” Dark remarked as he stepped back into the office, causing the Author to groan and turn around.
“Sure, I guess that was rude, but it was also rude to take my journal away.” Author remarked as he glared at the Demon.
“...True. Yet you have to understand why I took it away. We can’t have you panicking and using your powers.” Dark spoke as he walked into the office and around his desk to sit.
The Author continued to glare at the Demon for a few moments but quickly dropped it with a shrug, “…Eh, I understand.” Author remarked as he lean down to grab his journal, ”Things happen, you should’ve warned the doc though. Anyway, thanks for watching my journal, I’ll be going now.” Author spoke as he turned to leave, “You were out for a week.” Dark interrupted right before the Author left the room.
“Not long enough to be perfectly healed, but long enough for me to read through some journals.” Dark continued as he looked through a few papers.
“You read my journal?” The Author spoke incredulously as he spun around to face the sitting demon.
“Of course I did.” The Demon scoffed as he placed the paper work down. “As much as you want to deny it, you are mine.”
At the confirmation that his journal was read and his privacy violated, the Author grew incredibly angry and stomped right up to the Demon’s desk, “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now!” He growled at the Demon as he slammed his hands down onto the desk.
“Because I have a warning for you.” Dark spoke as he looked into the Author’s anger filled eyes.
“What. Warning.” The Author demanded.“From what I have read-” He ignored the other man’s interrupting growl, “-From what I have read, if it was the truth, you are in danger.” Dark stated in full belief that what he said is the truth. “I recommend that you stay here. You will be perfectly safe here, and if something does happen, we have a very competent doctor on call.” Dark finished as he continued to stare at the man infront of his desk.
“…I doubt that.” the Author scoffed as he turned to leave, “I’ll be perfectly safe in my cabin.” He continued as he started to leave the office. As he left, he heard the Demon speak one last time, “When you come back to your senses, you are welcome to return.” Dark dryly spoke as he returned back to his paperwork.
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The Fall of the Author - Part 4
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The Author slammed open his cabin’s door and basically stomped in, scowling the whole time. “How dare he?!” Author growled out as he threw his journal onto the couch, only barely not hitting the bloodstain on it. ”I’m his?! I belong to no one!” He continued to snarl as he stomped towards his bat, it laying prone on the ground where he collapsed.
As he bent over to grab the bat, he felt a sharp pain around the area where he got shot. Standing up abruptly (which may or may not have caused even more pain,) He tore off his shirt to check if he tore his stitches, he did. Grumbling, he made his way to his bathroom, “Fan-fucking-tastic, my day couldn’t get worse. Where the fuck are those pills?!” The last part could be heard from the bathroom.
After a few minutes of him just swearing and rummaging around in his bathroom he eventually walked out carrying a unopened orange bottle. Grumbling, he limped over to his small kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Popping open the orange bottle with little difficulty, he quickly took one of the pills from the orange bottle and popped it into his mouth, quickly taking a swig of the water afterwards.
With a sigh, Author walked over to his couch and plopped on to it, just barely missing the bloodstain. Again sighing, he grabbed the journal next to him and pulled the pen he carries around from his pocket to write. And write he did, just constant scribbling could be heard as he wrote, only stopping to rub his eyes every once and a while.
Eventually, the sun went down and it got to dark to continue writing without a light source. With a slight frown the Author placed his journal down to his side and stood up, still rubbing at his eyes. Stretching he turned around to face to grab some dinner and froze, Someone was in his kitchen. How the hell did he not notice they came in? He’s right by the door! “What are you doing in my house?” He scowled at the silent man sitting in front of his fridge.
The man didn’t speak. “Well? Are you going to answer me?” He asked again. The man didn’t answer. “For crying out loud! I know I’m a famous author but that doesn’t mean people can just break into my home!” He scoffed as he stomped up to the silent man and attempted to grab his arm to throw him out, but instead of grabbing something solid, he grabbed air.
“What the…” He murmured as he looked down at his hand before his head snapped up to look at the incorporeal man. The Author’s eyes widened as he recognized the person in front of him, “Your.. Your dead.” He sputtered out in confusion. Taking a step back, the Author started to panic. “What the hell?! Is this a prank?!” He all but yelled out in anger as he spun around to look for a camera.
While he checked for a camera, the incorporeal man flickered and appeared closer, so when the Author turned to check another place he was faced with the man right in his face causing the Author to fall to the ground in surprise. Rubbing his eyes he scowled at the weird man standing above him. “Why are you here?!” He growled as he scrambled to stand up. “Answer me!” He all but yelled, though the incorporeal man stayed silent.
“What are you, deaf? I asked you a damn question, answer it!” The Author yelled as he leaned on the nearby book case. “Why aren’t you ans-” He attempted to ask but got cut off by his door bell. “…It’s open!” Author called as he glared at the mysterious man in front of him.
“Sorry Mister, uh, Kennon. I can’t do that. I do have your mail though!” A muffled voice could be heard through the Author’s door.
“..Fine.” Author grit his teeth as he hopped over the couch to avoid getting any closer to apparent ‘ghost’. “What?” He asked with a frown as he slammed the door open to reveal a beaming mailman.
”Hello! Here’s your mail!” He chirped at the obviously pissed off Author infront of him. The Author just snarled as he grabbed the mail out of the delivery man’s hand, “Anything else?!” He snapped as the incorporeal man behind the Author flickered and reappeared right behind him, the Mailman not even noticing the sudden appearance of a new man.
”Nope! That’s it. Have a good day Mr Kennon!” The mailman chirped again as he turned to leave, only to be cut off by the Author slamming the door.
As soon as the door was shut, the Author turned around to try to talk to the weird man that invaded his home. “Look. If you just tell me who you are, I won’t call… the.. police..?” He trailed off as he looked up to find that the person vanished. ”…What.. what’s going on?” He asked himself, starting to get worried.
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The Fall of the Author - Part 5
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It’s been around a week since the first man appeared in the Author’s living room. Everyday there’s atleast one person waiting for him to wake up. It’s gotten so bad that he’s having a really hard time sleeping. He even tried going off the Ciclostin pill, the only pill that can help his stupid body to clot so he doesn’t bleed out. Yet the hallucinations didn’t stop. So finally, he found himself walking back to Ego Inc, the home of most of the Iplier Egos.
Ignoring the rain, the Author tightened the trench coat he was wearing and knocked on the office buildings front door. After a few minutes of knocking, the door finally opened to reveal a man wearing pink suspenders and a large hot pink moustache. “Oh, Hello! You must be a new Ego! Name’s Wilford, Wilford Warfstache!” Wilford remarked with joy as he grabbed the ‘new’ ego’s hand and dragged him inside.
“I, uh, I know. I’m just-” Author tried to speak before getting interrupted by the cotton candy madman.
“Of course you know who I am! How silly of me to introduce myself!” He chirped as he dragged the Author by his wet trench coat down the hall. ”First things first, You must meet Dark! He likes to know who lives or not lives in the building!” He continued, not noticing the Author’s face darkening.
“No!” He snarled as he pulled his arm from Wilford’s grasp, ”I’m not here to see Dark! I’ve been having a horrible week and I just need to see Doctor Iplier!” He growled at Wilford, the bags under his eyes more noticeable than before.
“Oh! Why didn’t you say anything?” Warfstache said, still grinning before grabbing the Author again. ”I can get you there in a jiffy!” He chirped before his pink eyes twinkled and he teleported both of them with a loud Poof to the Clinic.
“What the-!” Author yelped as he pulled his arm from the madman again. ”Don’t do that!” He snapped with a scowl as he glared at the oblivious man.
“Ok! See ya later!” Wilford chirped again as he skipped down the hallway. As soon as he turned a corner, another Poof could be heard and the faint smell of cotton candy could be smelled.
The Author just continued to frown and glare at the other man until he was out of view. With a sigh, he turned to the clinic door and slowly opened it. “..Hello?” The Author called to the empty room as he walked in.
“One second!” The very recognizable voice of Doctor Iplier could be heard from the backroom, ”Just sit down at one of the beds and I’ll be out soon!” He continued to shout.
“..Alright.” Author murmured with a big yawn as he moved towards the bed he was in the last time he was here. After a few minutes, Doctor Iplier walked out of the back room carrying a tray of surgical tools. “Alright, whats the problem…” Iplier trailed off when he saw the obvious sleep deprived Author.
“Hey Doc.” Author stated with a tired grin and a yawn, It’s obvious that he exhausted nearly all his energy yelling at Wilford, not that Dr Iplier knew that.
Now glaring, Doctor Iplier just dropped the tray on his desk before turning to continue to glare at the Author sitting on the bed. “..What do you want? I doubt you’re here for for a quick visit.” He scoffed as he leaned against the desk, still glaring at the Author.
“Surprisingly, I need help.” Author quickly answered, the tired grin slowly fading.
“With what?” the Doctor replied equally as quickly.
“Wow, your bedside manor is horrible.” Author joked causing Dr Iplier to cross his arms, “I’m not going to be nice to a man who trapped me into not moving for an hour.” Iplier scoffed, not letting up the glare.
Author just shook his head in response before taking off his coat, “Still, I’m not here to tell you that. I’m here to tell you that I think I’m hallucinating.” He finally stated as the grin vanished off his face.
As soon as Author said ‘hallucinating’, Dr Iplier stopped crossing his arms and stopped glaring, “How long has it been going on?” Iplier asked as he walked closer to the Author.
“The entire week. It started on the same day I woke up in here.” Author explained as he started at the approaching Doctor.
“Visual, Olfactory, or Auditory?” Iplier asked as he pulled out his flashlight from his front pockets, “Vis-” ”Follow my finger.” He interrupted as he flashed the flashlight’s light into Author’s eyes.
“As I was saying, It’s been mainly just visual hallucinations.” Author all but growled out as he followed Dr Iplier’s instructions.
“What have they been about?” Doctor Iplier asked as he stopped checking Author’s eyes.
“I don’t think that has anything to do about this, but if you must know, it’s been about my past.” Author spoke as he rubbed his eyes and glared at the Doctor in front of him.
“I don’t really need to know, but it does help to find out the cause of your problems.”
“Then why did you even ask?!” Author snapped at the Doctor.
“Like I just said, it helps to find out the root of the problem. Anyways, your eyes are fine.” Dr Iplier said with a shrug as he started walking back to his desk.
“If you can’t do anything to help, I’ll just leave then.” Author snapped as he stood up and grabbed the trench coat next to him.
“I never said I couldn’t help. Sit back down. I need to check something.” Iplier snapped right back as he ruffled through his desk. “…Fine.” Author stated as he slowly sat back down.
“Alright, this.” Iplier stated as he stepped back from his desk carrying a modified camera, ”-This can show me your Aura.” He finished as he walked back towards the Author.
”…Why do you have to look at my Aura?” The Author asked with a slight confused expression.
“You know Ego’s change, right? Well, you’re the only one who hasn’t at all. I need to check if that is the reason why you are hallucinating.” He tried to explain as he set up the camera.
“..What?” Author ended up asking, causing Doctor Iplier to chuckle.
“Just sit still.” Iplier stated with a slight smile.
After a quick moment of Author staying still, the camera went off and snapped a picture of the still writer. “Alright, I recommend that you grab one of the spare bedrooms and I’ll let you know when it develops.” Iplier spoke as he started to take the modified camera down and to put it away.
As he fiddled with it, the Author stood up with a yawn, “..Alright. I’m not happy about it, but I’ll do it.” He said with a sigh, ”Night Doc.” He spoke as he grabbed his trench coat again and left the room, leaving the Doctor to his own devices.
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The Fall of the Author - Part 6
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Yawning slightly, The Author stumbled out of the clinic. As he shrugged on his coat, the Author walked down the hall, all the while ignoring the men and women around him. After a few minutes of walking the Author stopped infront of a large door, rubbing his eyes he opened the door and walked into the bare bones of a bedroom. “Alright-” He yawned, “-time to check if anyone owns this place.” Author finished with a mumble as he walked around the room to check for clothes.
After a few moments of doing just that, the Author stood up and walked back to the door, pulling out his journal and pen along the way. With another yawn he opened his book and started to scribble in it, only stopping to rub his eyes. After a few more minutes, the small bare bed flashed and transformed into a lavish canopy bed. Now grinning, he shed his trench coat and walked closer to the bed to only fall on top of it and quickly fall asleep, not even noticing the bloody tear tracks leaking from his eyes.
Around midnight the Author awoke to find Dr Iplier hovering over himself. “Wha- Doc? Why are you awake at-” He paused to check the very old clock on the wall, “-Midnight?” He finished asking as he blearily looked at the other man.
After a few seconds of silence, the Author stood up and and stretched. “Aren’t you going to answer me?” He asked as his stare slowly turned into a glare. ”Come on, talk to me-” He tried again, only pausing when his hand instead of touching his shoulder went straight through his chest. ”Great.” He scowled at the hallucination, ”Why the hell is this even happening?” Author asked the air before turning around back to his bed. ”Fucking hallucinations and their need to exist.” He muttered as he rubbed his eyes, causing the dried blood around them to flake off.
”…What?” He asked himself as he stared at the flakes that landed on his hands. ”What is going on?” He exclaimed starting to panic slightly. He quickly spun around and grabbed the now dirty and bloodstained notebook and flipped it open to a random page, grabbing the pen attached to it, he quickly scribbled a sentence down summoning a mirror onto the wall and causing a sharp pain and itchiness in the back of his eyes.
Feeling even more alarmed, the Author ran over to the mirror to see dried blood and a new track of blood running down his cheeks.
Quickly reaching up to rub his eyes again, as soon as his hands touched his eyes lids the world felt like it pulsed before he dropped his hands and realized he wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, he was instead, on the roof with Wilford infront of him standing on the edge. ”What? Where, where am I?” He asked as he confusedly looked at the Cotton Candy madman in front of him, not even noticing his voice echoing and more bloody tears leaking from his eyes.
”Wilford? Come on, answer me!” He all but shouted before stepping closer to Warfstache only to hear him speak, “…Sorry Hosty. I know you told me to never do this.” Wilford spoke to the air before taking a step closer to the edge.
”Wilford? Who’s ‘Hosty’? Get off the edge!” Author asked before snapping at Wilford and taking a step closer only to see the other man step off the ledge, ”WILFORD!” Author shouted as he lunged at the falling man to grab him, yet instead of grabbing the back of Wilford’s shirt, his hand it the mirror.
”…What?” He asked as he stared at his hands before he remembered. ”WILFORD!” He shouted before spinning around and dashing out of the room to search for him, and if he’s still alive, bring him to Dr Iplier.