.......Hello. I am your Narrator, Peng Maeda, now before we get to-HOLY SHIT I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE I STARTED THIS!!! LETS GET STARTED!! Now...How to we make a fanfic...Oh well I'll just wing it on the way...
Medley opened her eyes. She lied in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She stared at it hour upon hour, it wasn't long before she realized something... "Why....can't I move?" It was then that I, the narrator, was confused, for what the fuck was going on? This wasn't the script. The Fanfic's Title is Ms. Medley Bitchy Bitch. Like WTF?
?!-She Moved! A movement under her bed sheets, it looks like it was her leg. But then it was almost immediately clear after just moments, it wasn't her leg, it wasn't her at all. Ok this is getting weird. Her eyes then turned to the movement under the sheets. "Whats...going on?" She was still in a weird state that I can't even describe. I don't even know if this is Med or a completely different character with the way she acts.
The movement in the sheets, its stopped. Silence took hold of the room. Silence..........Silence........Why has it gone silent? Why can't the supposed Medley not move? The script...I see....The script doesn't matter......the Script.....is nothing to this world.... From the edge of the bed, a figure began to rose. The supposed Medley's eyes just turned, and hardly reacted to the sudden figure.
The next moment, to Supposed Medley's Face. Darkness Took hold of the world. The Fanfic.....IT wasn't supposed to be like this....What has happened.....
......Do you remember?
......The lines don't lie.
......Do you question the silence or the darkness?
......Or do you question the Dots at the beginning of these lines?
......Or maybe you, the reader, don't question anything.
......Possibly you just read this all and take it as complete gibberish.
......"What was Peng thinking, was he high? This makes no sense." is that what you asked?
......Probably not. We are all individual, so what chance is that I another individual would know?
......Shall we go. It is high time we got along. There is surely still Hope for the future.
.......Right?.........................................................................................................................................................
Continuation Inevitable
