"Okay, so do you know what you have to do?" Aiden asks for the last time. He's just explained the whleplan twice.It wasn't a very difficult plan, but Alice wasn't listening. She was just staring at Aiden.
"Yes. We know. Let's start the plan," I say, impatiently.
"Before we do, I have one thing to say," Alice interrupts, "how will this help anything that we're trying to achieve here?"
"It won't, but it wil be pretty fun. We can work on escape afterwards," Aiden smiles.
As the storyteller, I have no idea what's going on. Could you give us an explanation, Shannon? Maybe tell us what the plan is?
You'll see soon enough.
"Right. It's time," Aiden says, with a knowing smile. He takes three steps backwards, then runs forwards and leaps over the bubbling mass of stomach acid forming a bridge between us. He lands with a thump on top of me.
"Aiden, get off," I giggle, pushing him off me.
"I wanted to stay a little longer," he moans sarcastically.
"Guys, stop. We have to do the thing," Alice sounds pretty agitated now.
Shannon, please tell me. What's the thing? What are you doing? I need to know.
Don't worry, storyteller. We'll get there.
We need to get there soon. This is the last chapter.
Okay, I'll start now.
AIden leaps at he back wall, shattering the one-way glass separating us from the storyteller. We all jump through the gap Aiden made, and I pull out my pocket knife.
No! What are you doing? How did you find me?
Shut up. I'm busy.
No. I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. I have to stop this.
I turn my knife around so that it's facing my chest, and sharply plunge it towards my hea- Sop it, storyteller. That's not what's supposed to happen.
Without me, you'll never find your way out of Dora's stomach. You'll always be stuck here. I can show you the way.
You can't control us. We aren't your puppets. We're real people, and our will is stronger than yours.
I thrust my knife in front of me, slicing through fabric, flesh and muscle, before penatrating the Storyteller's heart.
What. Have. You. Done? You killed me. That shouldn't even be possib-
As I pull the knife out of the Storyteller's heart, I feel the voice fade. The voice that haunted me for five chapters. The voice that forced me to get eaten by a fictional character. I killed it.
And everything went black.
Author's Note: Ohmygosh, it finally ended! Yes! I'm finally free from the horrible dare! @GoGeckoGo, your turn! You're going to write a tellitubby fanfiction! Have fun!
~NotSparta.
