His Sacrifice To The Moon

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"hello, hi, welcome, how are you?" the figure  with ashen grey hair, a suit and a cane said while bowing.

"Weird way to start a book you say? True no denying that.  but its nice to ask how the reader is doing every once in a while no?" the grey haired person smiled.

"well then allow me to introduce myself i am what you call the narrator. I have taken up this task since my creator is oh so fucking incompetent."

{you really dont need to diss me like this okay? ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ }

"well then why the fuck did you make me?" narrator huffs.

{comidic relief?  ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭ }
narrator throws the cane they had.
and.. well... hit me {it hurts ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ}

"how the heck does it make sense that im the comic relief when you"they point then scoff sarcastically. "Made the readers laugh at your really, really dumb and cringy acts like seriously"

{(⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~ okey dokey, lets change the subject, im going to expain what, where and why i use special symbols}

"this is for talking i know you all know this but its good to review right?" narrator says while pointing to a black board with their cane in hand ready to strike the author for their mistakes.

{this is for me the author to say or add anything or argue with narrator about how stupid i am to forget to capitalize that one I}

'wait, then why are you leaving it as is then?' narrator thought

{hey, narrator do you think im forgeting anything?}

"why yes, I do actually think you forgot somthing, your brain" narrator said sarcastically as they laughs under their breath.

{what? your so mean to me. why are you so horrible to me? you were fine just 1 minute ago whats up with you now?}

"welp,  lets get in with the story then yes?"

{NO we will continue only after I say so you can't just...}

"dumbass..." narrator says and turns away from the author, me and well he sighs reallly loudly. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

{okay then, onto the actual story and not the funny parts that were somehat but not really planned for the end. yep. 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜}
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The figure flying towards my face obscured my vision as I try to doge but my failing body collapsed 'is this my end?' I thought. When all of a sudden everything stopped.

"what in the 9 heavens is this? a floating... What was it called again...panda? what the actual fuck?"i am just as concerned as i am confused at the situation unfolding before me.
a floating fucking panda. omg it looks so squishy i wanna touch it. Wait but will time contine going if i touch somthing or will it be okay? was this what was obscureing my vision before?

it was really just a fast blur approaching me so I don't know wtf this is so i better think of what to do choice 1) die by fluff 2) doge and have the fluff take the oncoming what ever and save yourself only 3) be an idiot and throw the panda aside and wait for death 4) take both you that panda and the grandma that caused this mess with you
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{Welcome back ladies,  gents and they them pronouns or what ever else you call yourselves}

"We have just stumbled upon our first choice, make your choice and choose wisely since this effects the story and no, none of this has been scripted in advance."

{We're just going with the flow and writing down what we think and feel}

"You do mean what YOU think or feel right? Since you're the author?"

{Well since you say so I guess}