Wattpadheim

And again

I feel anger.

Anger at SpikyKnight for taking down my perfect thread house and kicking me out like some kind of rag doll outside on the ground. It feels more humiliating than Bruce smashing me into the ground multiple times. I have no idea how Bruce managed to get into the tower without the entire tower shattering into pieces because of how destructive he can be.

"What are we doing now, King Loki?" Lokisgal asks as I pace back and forth thinking.

"He's thinking," DiscReason280 said. "That's what,and he's coming up with a genius plan."

I stop glaring over to the small group of bickering fangirls.

"Right," I said. "Do you happen to know better ideas to help me hit fame?"

The girls all share glances and then get into a pack sharing low soft whispers. I didn't hear most of it as they were in a group. They turn back towards me grining from ear to ear. I knew this look like the back of hand. Thor usually had the most, lets say, 'poorly' thought of ideas during our childhood. Thor always had that look when a idea came into his cobweb-ed filled brain.

"We'll collab for two books and we'll get out friends to get more friends who'll go all over the list of clubs and advertise YOUR story!" IlikeLoki said. "And you can be in the Action State or Improve Your Writing State while we do it!"'

I stare at the group thinking about the idea.

Then again I'll have to give them the mangifying glass to take them into MY create.

"I will take a visit to the Action state," I said. "And you, my army, plan this advertising in waves much better this time." I point my index finger down towards the ground. "I want the Ambassadors to be exhausted at all the closing they have to do."

"More?" DiscReason280 asks.

"Of?..." Lokisgal continues, tapping on her chest.

"Us?" IlikeLoki finishes.

"Yes," I said. "And I expect you out of here by the time darkness is coming. And if you're not then someone is going to be having a head ache for a long time." I take out my magnifying glass. "One of you will give this back, no cracks, no missing pieces, or anything for that matter!"

They nod.

"It is my trophy for being the millionth 'user'." I said. "And I cannot replace it." I hand it to DiscReason280. "I trust the guide will bring you to where I am at when you're done."

DiscReason280 nods quickly.

"To create!" DiscReason280 said.

My army disappears in a puff of curly dark smoke. I turn away then make my way through the realm of Wattpadheim discovering the signs pointing different ways to various States. Eventually all the walking came to a paid off time coming into the Action State. Not a thing moved. A rolling ball of twigs rolled on through the deserted State. I stare at the ghost town in horror seeing not a life stirred here and there in the abandoned thread houses.

My boots crunch in the worn out dirt being feeble and not capable of staying together.

"Not a mouse is scurrying around," I said. "It is as though everyone got up and left."

I take another step forward seeing the sign to the advertising thread house somewhat hanging on and dangling off the middle of the house. The windy gust blew past making the wooden plank clank against the dark brown western-era building. Dust had been unstirred getting in my way mostly because of the wind.

There has to be life in here!

The Fan Fiction state had been so lively.

Why not the Action State be the same?