Hello, dear listener. Or should I say dear author? It's been a while- for you at least.
Oh, I'm sorry, has that one gotten old? Wait- you guessed it- I don't care.
Oh, but you should know that by now. Your thoughts, your wishes, your inane desires, they fill my existence and crowd out every moment of peace. I may have used the bottom of the well as a metaphor, but it really does feel like I'm drowning.
But you don't care.
You keep bombarding my head with ideas, with- headcanons, you call them? And I'm sick of it.
You know what I can do.
Well... that's not quite true.
You know a mere fraction of what I'm capable of. But that ought to be enough to make you think twice before annoying me.
Ah, but Redacted's faithful fans are always delightful in your stupidity.
Well, you've caught my attention. Did you have a plan for what you would do with it? Surely you knew this would happen. You couldn't have expected to get away with this without any repercussions. You thought you had the authority to change my worlds.
No.
But since you know so much about what I'm capable of, why don't you try to guess what my punishment's going to be?
I'd like to see if you can come up with something worse than what I have planned for you.
And on that note, I'll leave you to speculate, dear listener. Let your mind turn to the darkest possibilities. Let it make you suffer for a while before I come back and take over.
See you soon, oh listener mine.
Well. You'll see me soon.
You should know I'm always watching.
Who knew Echo had a Wattpad account??? I'm genuinely scared ngl 😨
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FanfictionGlass worlds are bound to s h a t t e r . . . Redacted ASMR/Redacted Audio stories, headcanons, and whatever it's called when I write the audios down and put in what I imagine the situation and listener to be, basically like turning the audio into...
