Mind Readers, Demons, and Gods, Oh My! (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

What's wrong with Neo?

There’s something wrong with Neo?

He looked worried. Something about Zackary I think.

What makes you think that?

Well he was here a couple minutes ago. It looked urgent. He said there was a problem with Zackary.

Did he?

M was not with her, therefore he has a right to be confused, especially since his magic is out-of-wack.

(Boink)

(hey)
Yeah. Ok you are not helping at all. Thanks. She laughed a little.

I… don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re welcome.

(Howdy.)

(ok what to do?)

(What does she want to do?)

(idk what is there to do. Zackary's gone. M is whatever. Neo is..idk what is he)

(Neo is a God.)

(well yeah but i dont know what they should dooooo)

(Alright i have some free time so I’ll write out what’s going on…)

Neo popped into his office, where the other Orbs were kept in glass jars. They were yearning towards each other, bouncing off the glass.

Zackary can’t die! Neo exclaimed angrily to himself.

Almost time… I’ve waited so long…

(you want to continue?)

(doing what your writing?)

(.p. Just giving you a chance to pop in…)

Neo took the other Orbs out of their cases. They looked so healthy together, their colors stood out. One by one he set them out: The Fire Orb’s licking flame drew Neo’s lined face even deeper; The Water Orb’s water sploshed about merrily; The Dark Orb drew the light from Neo’s pale hands making him look darker; The Light Orb nearly blinded him off of his skin; and The Wind Orb shook excitedly in his hands. They stood in a circle in this order.

(Do you want me to do anything?)

(yeah i want you to compliment me that was an awesome bit of imagery. Jk, no, unless you wanted North to pop in.)

(I didn't compliment you because i thought you already knew that YOU ARe AMAZINGGGNGNGNNGG)

(wait shit i forgot the earth orb)

(oof but it was still rleLALKDKSDYYYY GooOODODOOODODODDDD)

(Thank)

(im borrooorooredd)

(Well thanks i try my best)

(im sorryyyy
tell me what to do i need guidance)

(Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh okay lemmie man write)

Rufbh)erhtdgj tjeu dp amd tisjs

Alright

Lemmie

Do this ahit

(alright do your shit)

“No I already did it!” The tired writer exclaimed. She waved her arms about her head, throwing back and forth while almost on the brink of tears.