HAHAHAHAHAHA..
HAHAHAHAHAHA
“HAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT THE FUCK!”
I should probably stop with the cringy laugh I guess….
“Where the fuck am I? What is this? I can't understand it… I can't see myself, I feel like I am just words… Do I exist?.... What am I? Just some words written in binary codes which people on the upper realm can read?”
The reality starts tearing apart, the white walls start's turning dark. The angle of gravity switches, the world is tearing apart to build something. Walls are turning into numbers consisting “011011101”
“suddenly some footsteps can be heard”
“Good evening, zeref. How do you like the treatment? The chair you are tied up to is made from a special type of wood which only exist in your world”
A man with a navy blue button down shirt appears… he is wearing a white chinos which complements his dressing sense, his hair is fluffy and golden brown with light brown eyes…
There was no doubt about it…
This guy in front of me is the author
“Veer malhotra” The maniac.
“Aw I am hurt zeref, I ain't a maniac” He smirks while taking a seat on a chair which was built from the black and white piece of the ground
“You thought you would think ridiculous things about me in your mind and get away with it huh? Zeref?”
He sits in a lazy manner, smirking with his chin up, acting like he is above all.
“What are you? Where are we? This was not how the story was DECIDED!”
I tried to revolt but couldn't because I couldn't find my body, I couldn't see where I was… I just exist
I don't know but I can just see and read things like I am just words on some black screen or white paper like I don't exist, I haven't materialised yet.
“your answer for the first question would be…
I am an author, your second answer would be… you are in a world created by upper beings so we could see you suffer and I would earn from it and third ....I am your owner, I created you. You will follow the story I create”
he stands up from the chair…
“People would love reading you suffer.”
An emotion grows in my heart…
Do I even have a heart? Who knows..
“Veer, let me ask you something… why is it that you humans never get bored of reading and writing?Why do you humans create us? When one day you will let us rot in some shelf?”
His smile drops
“How can humans get bored of reading and writing? When that's the only thing we do everyday without even realising? We read texts everyday, we read news everyday, we read the perfume we wear everyday, we literally read everything which exist without even knowing. We also write everyday without us knowing, we type text, we argue on social media, we create post… there is not a single day when we don't read or write”
He takes a deep breath and smiles like a devil.
“And we create people like you so we can make people suffer as much as we wanted in real life but we can't because of the laws…”
At this point I could only think of one thing…
This person in front of me… NEEDS TO DIE.
“Well then zeref, let the carnage begin.”
