A few months have passed since the suicide of the Wattpad creator AshwinPokhrel8 has happend and during that time his body was buried in the local grave yard nearby.
In that particular grave you decide to have a visit to pay respects to old Ash but when you finally make it to his grave the name of the grave stone was covered with mud and other debris. Odd you think to yourself. No one ever come to this graveyard let alone AshwinPokhrel8's. You just assumed some dumb teens decided to muck up the place while no one was around.
You stretch a hand to clean up the grave stone a little but when you uncover the name it wasn't AshwinPokhrel8's. You where a little shocked by what you saw. "Who tf is Mr-Narratorman!?" You say in confusion and shock, then you feel a hand on your shoulder.
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You turn around swiftly pushing the figure back a little bit as you do. "Who the hell are yo-" you stopped and started wide eyed starting back at what you saw. It was AshwinPokhrel8! But different he was different some how?
"Yo Y/N miss me?" AshwinPokhrel8 said in a sarcastic tone, "A-Ashwin I thought you died!" "Ha my death was greatly exaggerated and I don't go by that name no more Y/N I'm Mr-Narratorman now and I managed to crawl my way out of hell" then a dark aurora surrounded his character.
"H-hell? You went to hell what for I thought you where a good gu-" Mr-Narratorman than grabbed your neck to shut you up. "Hahaha oh I've done meny bad things in my time kid but those things you'll never know, sorry kid no witnesses" Mr-Narratorman dropped you to the ground and reached for his Lugar from his coat pocket. "Sorry Y/N your not the Mc here I am. This is not your story it's mine, how does it feel not having plot armor fir once hu?"
You looked directly into his eyes in horror. You where about to die. " AshwinPokhrel8 this isn't yo-" BANG "AAAGH-FUCK" you said as you got shot in the abdomen your in excruciating pain. " That ain't my name kid he died a long time ago it's Mr-Narratorman to you" you then got a brutal right hook to the face.
"P-PLEASE DON'T KILL M-" *BANG* Mr-Narratorman shot his Lugar and the bullet went in between your eyes. Your dead darkness consumes you there is no afterlife for Y/N
Mr-Narratorman POV
Ha killed that brat now then I'm back alive what should I do first Oh I know.
I proceeded to unzip my pants and take the piss of a lifetime on Y/N's bleeding corp's ''Dam that felt nice, now time to get to business''
I proceed to walk past the piss stated dead bleeding corps that was you and walked off you the the sunset. ''Hey maby I can write more stories where Y/N has no plot armor, oh well''
THE END
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DiversosNone of these creatures are actually dead but they no longer post on this app so yea.
