"dude why the frick did you make me a war hero im not any more mentally stable than you"
"So uh, you're the one who brought us here."
"Yup."
"Can you tell us how the story ends?"
"Nope."
It was a typical Monday evening. James and Ann were sitting in the living room of their humble apartment streaming an episode of the Blindspot together. Suddenly there was a bright light and the loud sucking crack of billions of air molecules instantly being displaced. James and Ann both reflexively looked toward the sound.
"Holy S—!" James yells as he jumps out of his seat thinking that the sound is a car crashing into the wall of their apartment.
However both of them stare in utter fear and bewilderment at a figure now standing before them. The figure is a young slender but toned man about six and a half feet tall dressed in flowing navy blue robes with long silver hair.
"What the F—," James yells, at the same time Ann timidly squeaks,
"Please don't kill us."
"Oh please there is no need to be dramatic," responds the mysterious man very calm and collected.
"Who the F— are you? How the hell did you get in our home?" James barks angrily, trying to seem threatening to this obviously powerful individual.
"My name is Moxit Isk and I'd be glad to explain everything if we could all just please sit down." says the tall handsomely dressed man as he takes a seat in their lazy-boy recliner a few feet away.
"No, no, no, this isn't real." James says. He laughs and closes his eyes, "OK it is time to wake up now. I'm sure my alarm is about to go off any second anyways."
"Hun, did u spike our drinks…" Ann says hesitantly and fearfully.
"I can assure you both this is all real," Moxit interjects as he draws forth parchment and quill from a leather pouch at his side and begins taking notes.
"Ann, get Jedziah if this guy is real when shes see him she'll hiss. Then we can beat the s— out of this damn homeless guy and call the cops." Jedziah is James and Ann's large Maine coon cat, named after their favorite Deep Space nine character of course.
"Your lack of intelligence surprises me. I thought one of the creators would be more rational than this." Moxit stands and says with such arrogance it would make a Buddhist monk livid. He dusts off his navy blue robes of the cat hair from chair he sat in.
"Honestly, unless you can tell me how to stop Tiamat from controlling all the dragons then you are of little use to me right now."
"What?" James and Ann look at each other then back at the man, dumbfounded.
"Well that was a waste of a wish spell." Moxit mutters to himself as he pulls out the materials for a plane shift spell.
"Wait! You're fighting Tiamat? How are you… did Alastora resurrect you?" James calls out. But it is useless because just as quickly as he had arrived Moxit is gone, leaving James and Ann bewildered and in shock.
"Why did you have to make me suffer if you love me so much?"
"hahaAHAAHAHAHAHAHA"
Either that, or..
"I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MY CHILDREN HAVE A LOVELY CHRISTMAS"
"Who's that lady over there? She's creeping me out."
Main characters: "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO KILL US SO OFTEN"
Me: "You may be my children but I like to see you suffer– it adds character"
MC 1: "I lost my family- twice, died- twice, and lost my ARM!"
MC 2: "You straight up made me a murderer and killed off my family and friends"
MC 3: "I am literally death incarnate- please let me die"
MC 4: "I'm being haunted and possessed because you made me a literal demon after having a monster kill me off"
Me: "…character development?"
My characters: Hey dude. You good?
Me, in tears: ye-YEAH IM GOOD.
Tfw you project a bit tOO much on your characters
gary: wAIT DID YOU MAKE MY BEST FRIEND MY BOYFRIEND WHY IM NOT EVEN GAY
me: ha you are now
James "WHY THE HELL are you named after me? Why is my love life so freaking complicated?"
Me "so I can live bicariously through you. Also I was bored. Also I was in the closet. Sorry not sorry."
"How could you kill off my Nan?"
"Oof, sorry 'bout that. I had to break you emotionally before you could progress as a character lmao."
"Why would you lie to me?"
"What would've happened if Clyd and I never reunited?"
I'm just going to pick one character…
"Why do I go through so much pain when she doesn't have to? And why do you like my sister more when I'm the more important character?"
"You go through more pain because of your personality. You're too shy, you never would have opened up to Ashlynn. She, on the other hand, is outgoing. And I like your sister more because Angelica is adorable. She's so bubbly."
"why did you just give me a monkey?"
"i liKE MONKEYS OKAY"
Mc:“Who are you?”
Me:“I don't know? Who am I?”
MC:“Well then, I'm out.”
Me:“Cool.”
“ why did you kill trip? Like it wouldn’t been a problem if you kept her alive for at the very least an hour”
“ sorry David but-“
“No ‘buts’ I ask you why you killed her. I want a straight answer that isn’t confusing in any sort of way”
“Hmmm… character development, sad backstory and a source of motivation?”
“ BUT YOU STILL DIDNT HAVE TO KILLER HER WHY DID YOU MAKE US LIVE IN A LAB FOR OUR WHOLE LIVES?!”
“Chill out”
Annoyed Chrome stomps away after not getting any good answers from the author.
The author proceeds with a facepalm
MC: "Why is my nickname 'Spicy'?"
Me: "Well you see this once I said your name out loud, and some Spanish guy mistook it for Picante"
MC: "Nice"
Me: "Nice"
"WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME"
"…"
"Character development?"
MC - "Why do you torture me?"
Me - "I don't know what you mean."
MC - "YOU KILLED MY SISTERS, MY FIANCEE A WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING, AND THEN YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND."
Me - "…… Yeah, I see what you mean. Plot?"
C: "Bitch why did you screw me over 1000s of years before the start of the story?"
Me: "It builds your character"
C: "Why did you kill my mother?"
Me: "It builds your character"
C: "Why did you put me through years of high school bullying?"
Me: "It builds your character"
C: "Why did you kill me?"
Me: "…It builds your character???"
Me: "jk I just felt like an asshole that day"
@Cami haha yesss!
Ezra: Why of all people, did Damien decided to steal ME from my family. Literally stealing an eternal who's LEGIT Rebellion is such a stupid idea.
Me: Shhhh it all works out in the end.
Ezra: but I was abused for 18 years and was tortured and now I'm a mess and-
Me: IT. ALL.WORKS.OUT. CALM. YASELF.
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Why did you kill Bear?! He was going to get married!
I yawn as I finish the last few words of the newest page of my story. It's already late; I should probably be getting to bed now. As I sit on the edge of my bed, a weird feeling jolts through me. It feels like homesickness, and tears, and fear, and satisfaction all bundled into one. I pull my blanket up to my chin and stare out into nothing, contemplating the newest twist in my story, taking almost no notice of the weird pull of feelings within me.
Then there are a few strangled notes in the air, jagged pieces of noise that resemble music.
A bit of laughter.
A piano, playing.
I bolt straight up. It's past midnight. I live alone. There's a piano in my living room.
I creep down the stairs, and then the smell hits me.
It's like I'm on the beach. My favorite smell– the salty ocean air in the morning when it's still crisp out. Then I look to see who is playing my piano, and lo and behold–
I recognize her immediately. Her form is hazy in cyan light, but it's still there–
Kaylei?!
The girl I just finished writing about a few minutes ago?
Her pale blonde hair doesn't quite illuminate correctly in the moonlight. I narrow my eyes and go towards her, knowing how powerful and yet how wonderful she is. I see the sheet music on the piano, and I wince. It's the etude of her life. Kaylei, the girl who was made to be everything that I wasn't, and yet still turned out like me in the end, a bit broken, and a bit weary.
She talks to me, and I have to grin, even though I'm half sure I'm hallucinating at this point. Because her voice is exactly how I thought it would be– low, and trilling, and musical.
"I think I know everything." She turns to me, eyes filling with tears.
"How… how are you here?" I stammer, astonished.
She shouldn't exist.
She can't exist.
"Imaginations are dangerous," She whispers, and then I realize why she's crying. She's left behind the one person who relied on her completely. And a few others who did as well. Then she looks up at me with those sparkling sapphire eyes, and finishes the piece.
"And where do you think we go when we die?"
"Why would you make me go through all this pain?" Charlie questioned. I smile.
"To show you how much she means to you."
'Why am I here?'
'It's not socially acceptable for me to take REAL people and twist them to cater to my every whim and will. Such torture is considered immoral.'
Why do we always wear the same cloths
Lilly: "Why, in the name of all that walks, would you put us in this crazy universe."
Me: "I dunno i thought it'd be funny."
Lilly: "Well it wasn't!"
Me: Snickers "..Ya it was"
Lilly: Giggles
We both fall on the floor laughing at my idioticness and sense of humor
Character: "Why does everything have to be so hard?"
Me: "Because, that's how you grow as a person."
Her eyes were trained on me. She had a look of disbelief on her face.
"So…you're my creator." Makeana said.
Her voice was exactly as I imagined. My heart soared. It's not everyday you get to see your character come to life.
"Yes," I breathed.
She looked to her hands in her lap, twisting her mother's wedding ring around her finger. I took this opportunity to look at her. She was exactly as I had imagined. Curvy, tall, strongly built, and with an air of authority and confidence. Her hair barely reached past the ends of her ears and was swept to her left elegantly. Her blue eyes held confidence and sorrow, but strength as well. Her lips were full and her cheekbones were high. She wore no makeup. A white shirt, red jeans, and black combat boots adorned her frame.
"What made you put me through so much? Why did I have to lose so many friends?" Tears rimmed her eyes.
I put my hand on hers. "I put you through so much so you could become the woman you are today. I've had some crazy struggles. None exactly like yours. But some very similar. And watching you grow and mature through these and come out on top is very inspirational for me."
Her eyes met mine. I could see her searching for signs that I was lying.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Makeana." I whispered.
"But why me? I'm broken and bruised and flawed. I can barely keep myself together."
"Because the broken and bruised and flawed make the best leaders. They know what it's like to hurt. And they don't want anyone else to hurt."
She nodded slightly. We sat quiet for a minute. Then Makeana broke the silence.
"So why did you make me reject Jamie at first?"
"Oh, that." I laughed nervously. "Well…"
Actually this is part of my stories, where my self-insert character is lured into a realm and is given full control over it, so she creates this entire world and later on reveals herself to be the Creator and most people are generally okay with it. Like alright, you made me. Nice.
Later on she escapes death like twice and splits herself into three creations and nobody really notices it until later, so they really just talk to them like normal. (Minou is like a good friend, and Wrath is kind of a dick.)
Except Shima. The character's "daughters" catch on that she's one of the three and ask her questions like "You're part of my mom aren't you?" and "Why won't you let me see the multiverse?" and "What if I'm not good enough to lead in her stead?" so she becomes a mom figure.