Meet and Ask the Big Five

We're back - again again!

Elsa: Hello there, lovely readers. LONG time no see.

Jack: Yeah, long like: a year.

Rapunzel: Whoa? That long? That's despicable! We've totally been mistreating you guys...

Merida: Aye - despicable. And we all know who's to blame!

All: ANON!

Hiccup: Contrary to popular belief, there is an Anon behind all of this -

Anna: Whoa, Hiccup! At least try to preserve the fourth wall!

Elsa: Anna, let him speak: Anon has some serious explaining to do.

Anna: Right. Okay. Right. So...

Rapunzel: So, we need to summon her!

Westleton: IS THIS SORCERY YOU SPEAK OF?

Jack: Whoa, Weasletown - I'm pretty sure you're not meant to be in this chapter...

Westleton: It's WESTLETON! As you can see from the conveniently placed name tag next to my dialogue ~

Anna: Fourth wall. Please. Just... Please...

Rapunzel: This isn't sorcery. This is witchcraft. Big difference. All we need to do is repeat the words 'ANON' five times, all together - that includes, you audience - and then the anon shall appear.

Hiccup: Or, alternatively, you could just not join in and feel like a smart a**e when Anon appears anyway...

Jack: Hey, Hiccup: Chill!

Hiccup: Easy for you to say...

All: ANON, ANON, ANON, ANON, ANON.

Anna: Our mental synchronis...

Everyone in the entire history of creation: No.

Anon: Hey guys.

All: AAAAAAHHHHHH!

Anon: Whoa: Calm it, Kermit. It is merely I, Anon, a lowly anti-social freak from a town you guys have probably never heard of. Why have I been away for so long, you ask? Well:

Other fandoms. Yes: adultery. Oh, and masses of stress. But I'll start with the first one.

For the entirety of last year, I was well into the Disney/Dreamworks fandom. I don't really know where it came from - I didn't really like Disney as a little kid (WHOA, ANON! HOW COULD ANYONE NOT LIKE DISNEY?), and I was basically always just a casual Dreamworks viewer.

But last year was admittedly hard for me. I'm not going to go into details, but I was getting severely stressed, and this book was my outlet. I had a deep seated self-loathing spell, and being someone else - being other people, who were shamelessly perfect - helped me get through that.

Don't get me wrong, these spells still come and go. And understand: I really don't want your sympathy. I just want you guys to understand.

A Wattpad glitch around last February made it immensely difficult for me to view people's comments: 1, I didn't know who wrote them, so I couldn't credit people, and 2, comments would disappear every now and then. I tried to keep at it - I really did. But eventually, I decided to wait until Wattpad had sorted itself out.

That wait gave me time to reflect: how others viewed me; how others viewed the fandom; my family's hatred for all things Disney. And, during that time, I found other fandoms (namely: SuperWhoLock, numerous animes, HTGAWM, Teen Wolf, Mortal Instruments, et cetera), and built up some of my old ones (Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, reading in general), and all of a sudden, RotBFTD seemed inconsequential. Don't get me wrong, I still fangirled like crazy when I found a section of Disney stuff in a Takashimaya in Singapore, but yeah... I'd kind of fallen out of the fandom. It just didn't generate feels quite like the others did. God... I sound like an addict.

Further, thinking about this book reminds me of more stressful times. I know it was meant to be an antidote, and I guess in some ways it was, but... Yeah. Recently, I've found ways to manage stress and self-hatred better, and I don't want to lapse back.

But all this time, I've felt bad. I've been flicking through my emails and finding people still requesting asks and dares, and asking me to update, and I feel like I'm abusing all the people who have ever read this book... Which looking at it now, is quite a few. So thank you so much, all of you. Thank you to everyone reading this, just for being a reader.

I'm not going to update every week like I used to, don't get me wrong. I'll try and respond to your comments. I'll try to be active again. But if I never sign into this account again, I want you guys all to understand why, and understand that I'm grateful.

Essay over.

*ANON OUT*

Jack: Wow... She... Liked to talk.

Merida: A polite way of saying was massively pretentious?

Jack: No! No! Not at all... Yeah. Yeah, actually.

Rapunzel: Well, the mood has kind of died after that so... ASK, DARE, COMMENT, LIKE, PURCHASE A UNICORN, BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES, YELL MIKASAAAAAAAAAA AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS...

Merida: (Anon, I think you broke Rapunzel)