123rd: The stakes of delusion.

Prologue : The introduction.

[ ❗: The story itself is the embodiment of fiction, and the ideas are from my unrealistic imagination. This is only the prologue, So i apologize if it's short on the end- Though i recommend you to read the first chapter first, this was created for my viewers to have a more.. Bigger understanding of the story. Though if it doesn't make sense even after you read this, i apologize! ]

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[ ❗❗: if you encounter a grammar mistake, in punctuation marks, in spelling, and misplacement please tell me. So i could fix it right away-, and since my mother tongue isn't english hence my lacking grammar. I appreciate who reads this- and put up with my bland writing.. ]

To have a grip on something so priceless that it's useless. Is this.. All fiction? The embodiment of unrealistic, something that's not true. Are our lives just abandoned fiction? What we were living for.. Are they not real? Being monitored quietly and modified on the daily to fit the so called plot of our lives, to please an audience so little in purpose of our creator's desperation. Is that our true role? Being characters of a writer's work and to be abandoned when they grown apathetic of it... I can't accept this! Even if our lives worth nothing more in the real world, i still want to live i refuse to forfeit my life!

Pity us more, pity our unlucky fate. Behind your cocky ego we'll change our own fate alone, and to live.. In a new world of fiction, even if believing were real people was delusional we'll take it. I'm sure we can live on.. In another writer's work, an extra, a cannon fodder give us anything! Just to live a little more!!!

⠀"Deletion day"

A day that we weren't expecting to happen.. A day that we didn't even know until the told day came with dangers we, mere characters of a story can't control and was forced to obey this show of authority, and because we didn't want to stick our neck out.

''do you want to keep your pathetic lives in place?''

A mysterious being said, they were with thick white fur in appearance. Long thin horns that was taller than skyscrapers was accompanied with Sharp teeth that was only used for talking rather than eating. Big drooping eyes monitoring our every movement, The view of a being who treated us like objects thoughts with no hesitation at all. In height you can even compare them to mount Everest. Though having a melancholic tone, they seem to view our lives as equal to an insects.

There.. Were two of them? The other "henchmen" was smaller than the first, but i felt as if they're.. More dangerous in a sense.

A deathgame holded by two mysterious beings.. Out of pity? Or is it out of cockiness, in your view this is entertainment. Erasing "characters" one by one if they disobey, sparing "characters" not by their worth, but what intrigues you the most. Even if one would win, if they're boring even the slightest bit you would throw them away in the speed of light. A face of a devoted servant if faced with someone stronger, but if faced with someone weaker.. They grin with the feelings and views of a tyrant.

If i participate.. Would i be free?, would i be safe?, would i be in privilege? Thoughts of foolishness roamed through the minds of the tempted characters.

As the games begin.