HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader x 2P! Hetalia)

Chapter 16 (Part 6)

---Chapter XVI: Darkness (Part 6)---


///Third Person PoV///

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"I am the author, after all." 

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(Name) became even more confused than she already was. "Wh-What?"


"Oh, dear." the mysterious person chuckled. "You heard me, didn't you? I'm the author. I'm the author of this story you're in. This whole thing is just a reader insert I've written, purely fiction."


"What the hell are you talking about??" the (h/c) haired girl asked, not able to comprehend nor felt like she wanted to comprehend what the raven haired girl was saying.


The girl with the dark brown orbs sighed. "Man, this is gonna be difficult to type about. You're supposed to believe me by now so that we can have a lovely chat now that you've escaped the mansion, without the 1Ps or the 2Ps, though."


"How...How did you--"


"Uh, hello? Author, remember?" the tan skinned girl pointed to herself.


(Name) crossed her arms and had a troubled look on her face. "...Prove it."


The "author" rolled her eyes. "Aww, c'mon! Wasn't the fact that I knew about you being in the mansion enough?"


"If you were the one who wrote this story, then you should know stuff about me, right?" the (e/c)-eyed girl stated.


Furrowing her brows, the "author" spoke, "That doesn't work that w--...ugh. You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Ask me things about yourself." she challenged.


"...What's my full name?"


"(Full Name)."


"Okay...when's my birthday?"


"(Date of birth)."


"My...my favourite colour?"


"(Favourite colour)."


"You would never know what my deepest, darkest secret is!" (Name) exclaimed, knowing that she had never told anyone about that one.


"Really, now? It's (deepest, darkest secret)."


The (h/c) haired girl's (e/c) eyes grew wide. "HOW?! I...I can't believe this!"


"(Full Name). Born (date of birth). You're parents are (Father's Name) and (Mother's Name). You like (likes). You dislike (dislikes). You're a Hetalian. You read reader inserts. When you were little you used to believe that (whatever you believed in when you were little)." the "author" listed off, counting with her fingers.


(Name) couldn't help but show a look of disbelief in her face. "...Are you some creepy, mentally unstable stalker??..."


"Wtf, bro." the girl replied, rolling her eyes. "If I was, then I would've just told you I knew that your underwear is colour/patterned (colour/pattern)." she laughed.


With her face turning fifty shades of red from embarrassment, (Name) exclaimed. "H-Hey!!"


"Hahahaha! Just wanted to have a laugh, dear." she chuckled. "But seriously, I'm not some stalker."


"Then...how did you know all those things about me..?" (Name) asked, still not taking the "author" thing seriously.


Pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she smiled. "Oh, that? I don't. To be honest, I don't know all those things."


"What?! You're confusing me now! You just proved to me that you did, now you tell me you don't! I thought you said you were the 'author' of this story I'm in? If you were, that would be the reason why you knew, right?" the (e/c)-eyed girl looked even more frustrated.


Looking straight into her eyes, the author replied, "I am. I am the author of this story. But, you missed the part where I said that I am the author of this reader insert."


"...Reader insert..."


"That's right. You know what that is."
the author smiled. Then in a low voice, she added, "You are reading one right now, aren't you?"


Stretching a little, the author continued. "All those information, those were supplied by you, weren't they?"


"No, I--"


Author shook her head. "Not the you here... I'm meant the you who's reading this fanfic. The you beyond this screen. The you who started indulging herself in this fanfic and got herself the chance to "be part" of the HetaOni adventure this story provided."


"Then that would mean..." (Name) trailed off.


"The you who is here....is just a fictional form of the real you, placed in this story for the reader insert that the you beyond this screen is reading." the Author explained. "In other words...you..." she pointed at the (h/c) haired girl in front of her. "...You're not real."


(Name) took a step back and looked at the person in front of her. "No way...you're...but I thought...I was real."


"Nope, sorry." author apologised. "Besides, with all the crazy things you've been through in this story, you should've been used to confusing, table-flipping plot twists like this, right?"


"Well, I..." Walking towards the author, (Name) spoke, "Wait...you're the author of this story....that means.....you can help me get back to that mansion! You're going to send me back there now, right?!"



Author slowly turned back to her laptop screen and began typing.