"I wanted to give the story another shot," the notebook reads, "so, with the carbon copy of Reaper I left to begin my work. In case anyone got in my way, I asked I.T., manifestation of the ending, to let me posses his physical form. He complied. As I prepared to leave, Andrew, the other author and my best freind, got in my way possessing The Unwinged Angel. I erased the entities memories of the incident, but should I.T. read this, it may trigger their memories. I must make sure he doesn't read this."
I suddenly get a splitting headache. My ears ring, and my vision goes hazy. I slip into a dream, no not a dream, a vision, a vision of gen's sins.
Andrew blocks the way. He speaks a poem.
"Listien, I know,
You want to keep writing,
But please take a moment,
Think about what you're doing,
This tale is over,
There's no reason to write,
Let this world have peace."
Gen refuses to look Andrew in the eye and attacks. Andrew avoided gen's blade and continues.
"So that's how it's gonna be,
Never thought It'd,
Come down to this,
Fighting my best friend."
Something feels off about gen. He's not himself. He wants to bring a happy end, so why is he doing this? I notice a dark energy in gen's soul. Something malevolent gathering strength... Andrew continues.
"I seem to recall a time,
When we didn't write,
Focused on other things,
We had fun,
We enjoyed things,
But now there's only Ed."
The malevolent force seems to respond to the name Ed. Gen strikes again, but Andrew avoids the attack. He continues.
"I know you can hear me gen,
And I'm afraid,
I can't let you torment,
That world.
Just move on with your life,
Can't you see that this is,
THE END."
Andrew strikes gen. Gen falls to his knees. I hear the malevolent force speak. "Give in gen," it demands, "you're holding back." Andrew notices The malevolent force. He pleads
"Please don't write that,
If we are friends.
Please."
"Fine," gen replies, "you win Edgar. Kill him." Andrew continues.
"Listen I know,
You want to keep writing,
But please take a moment,
Think about what you're doing,
This tale is over,
There's no reason to write,
Let this world have peace."
Edgar attacks without mercy. Each strike seemingly making himself stronger. Each time Andrew dodges, the malevolent force grows. I look at the force. If an itch could have physical appearance, that's definitely what it would look like. What's really unnerving though, is that the energy almost feels creative. Then it hits me, it's a writing addiction. He's doing all this, cause he wants to. That bastard! I'm going to fucking kill him! Andrew continues.
"Please now gen,
I won't give up hope,
I know you'll choose,
To do the right thing.
So then gen,
You still there?
Then let's end this strife.
Listen I know,
You want to keep writing,
But please take a moment,
Think about what you're doing,
This tale is over..."
Edgar finally lands a blow. Killing Andrew.
"I'm sorry," gen sighs, "but it's for them. Nothing personal friend."
Them!?! Who's them!?! What is he talking about!?! Before I can get any more answers, gen leaves the multiverse on to the next, and the vision ends. I end up back on the beach. I set the notebook down. It's clear now, gen must die!
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Misadventures(?) of the Entities
FantasyWhat happens when you give a guy a notebook, throw the fourth wall out the window, and let him create four God-like entries? Well, you get hilarious misadventures for the first little while, but with beings like this, complications are inevitable...
