Hidden Meanings

Dearest Writer's Block [Multiverse One-shot...?]

Screw. You.

I was happily listening to Kellin singing and talking to both FlyingSwallow123 and Una when you oh-so rudely dragged me onto a run.

It's freaking summer. I'm not supposed to be running.

Oh, and Attia says that you should-

*Here there are many scribbles and that seem to be letters. It was clear there was a fight over the pencil*

I'm okay.

Yeah, screw you, writer's block.

From,

Rio

OoO

A group- a rather large one, mind you, of OCs were pacing about-some of them, at least.

Eustass Kishiko turned on her heel for the umpteenth time, locking her hands behind her back. "Are you guys going sit there?" she demanded, turning to glower at most of the OCs.

Zygrado shuffled umcomfortably, casting a glance at his brother near his feet as he leaned against a wall. "Kishiko," he pleaded. "Zyicho's..."

Her gaze flicked to the silver-hair curled up into a ball. Wisps of color were straying off him, and his eyes were closed.

"He's in a coma, and I can't just leave to save Author while he's like this."

The redhead pursed her lips, moving her gaze to Erythos sitting on the steps. "Erythos-san..."

"I'm coming," he murmured, but his usual cheery edge to his tone was gone. Kishiko could see it in his green eyes- the affects of Author's disappearance were effecting him too.

A few hours prior...

"Crap, crap, crap," I swore as my grip tightened on my iPod.

"Will you please drop your damn iPod?" Cobalt hissed, easily running ahead.

"No!" I snapped, trying my best to wrap my earbuds around my iPod while running.

"If you get caught in his hands, that'll be your fault," Rei said pointedly, turning again to face Writer's Block, flames flying from her hands.

Writer's Block. I never thought it would actually be a person. But with silvery, glassy eyes and dark grey hair, he resembled Jack Frost. A very creepy Jack Frost that looks like he was a brother to Pitch.

"What exactly happens if it gets ahold of you?" Shigen panted, wiping sweat from his brow as Writer's Block swiped at Rei, the chilling air surrounding it hissing as it made contact with her flames.

"I would pratically ditch your story, long story short. No pun intended."

"Wonderful," Zyicho commented dryly, flinging a knife in his enemy's direction before he started moving again.

"Come on, run!" a girl- with silverish-blue hair and dark green eyes snapped, snagging me by the elbow and dragging me along.

"You haven't even introduced yourself yet!" I barked at her, stumbling as her quick, fast steps overpowered my long strides as I shoved my iPod in my pocket.

"Rei!" I heard Erythos yell, and I looked back only to see my stoic redhead being scooped up. Her entire figure exploded into tiny pixels as Writer Block squeezed her neck.

I yanked backwards, staring at the OCs who fought. Otora, Ashita, Wistern, Latis, Tyria, Zyicho- all the OCs who I made suffer by my hands were fighting....

To protect me.

And I'm not gonna leave them. I twisted, bitting at skin. The girl yelped, releasing her iron-grip on me and I dashed in Writer's Block's direction.

"Are you an idiot?" Dianul stuck his arm out to stop me, but I pushed past him, spreading out my own.

"Hey, Writer's Block!" I yelled, waving my arms. "You want me? Come and get me, just leave my OCs alone!"

OoO

"Your author..."

Erythos looked up to find the girl staring at him, fiddling with the bracket around her wrist. "...what about her...?"

"She means a lot to you, doesn't she?"

A silence carried over the group.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I mean, she's done some pretty bad crap to us and our lives, but she created us. Besides, she loves every last one of us."

He flicked a glance at the other boy next to him, his head resting on his folded forearms. "I mean, look at Rivel here. He's suffering because of her, but once she comes back, it'll be fine."

Rivel was in a state much like Zyicho, except his red hair looked almost bleached of its eye-catching color. New OCs were affected much more then the older ones, hence his state.

Kishiko, catching the look in her eyes, frowned. "Right?"

The green-eyed girl winced. "Maybe I should start over..."

"My name is Creavity, I'll tell ya that much." her eyes raked over the small group of awake OCs- some were close to passing out, the color bleeding out of their skin, clothes, eyes, and hair. Others seemed wide awake- Lance and Cryus stood close to their brother, who was too in a coma.

"But the more important thing...in a few hours, if we don't save your author, her entire humanity will disappear-her mind, thoughts...and you will disappear with her."

Nom.

Like a spin-off of FlyingSwallow123's thingie.

Yeaaaaaah...

I should go now..uh...