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You, the reader(s), finally realise how off the walls this story is going. The fourth wall breaks and jabs at meta-humour have now fully transpired beyond any sensibility and have thusly evolved (or devolved depending on how you perceive the situation) into nonsensical gibberish. However I, The Author, would like to correct this fact by saying that, though this is indeed nonsensical, it is in no way classified as gibberish. The statements being made still hold some correct phrasing and grammar, and all the words are spelt correctly in the English Dictionary (America, not so much; translations to other languages, I hope it in some way makes a correct form of sentence).

"Now then, where was I again?" I ask the three people in the room. Well, not ask, I guess. What would you call it when two mutes have a conversation? A message chat? A set of essays? And then what if they are with two people who are not mutes? A confusing conversation which takes too long to really happen in the real world following standards of 2018-like civilisation? You assume the latter answer is correct.

The three people surrounding me, which I shall describe to you now as though I am writing a story, are the three people you have seen before throughout the chapters in which I am justifying my tale. They have the same faces, yet easily called out as different. The masks they all wear are made of the same material, and yet hold different designs and patterns following the person's mind-set under said mask. Two people, the ones who speak all the time, have very opposing views, and yet each of them have such strong opinions of these views that they might as well be called one in the same. The other mute in the room, aside from myself, begins to stop plotting graphs of likely scenarios and probable outcomes, and begins to write down an answer; the other two are bickering once more to each other and so don't notice my question.

I told you to stop writing. They wrote to me, showing quite an ashamed face indeed. I almost feel as though I have done the worst possible thing I could do, and yet soon after I instead know that this is the case, as this person is one to understand the likeliness of any outcome, and the effects they yield. Are you confused yet?

Stop. Writing. They once again tell me, or instruct me I guess. I ask, Why? I'm just doing what needs to be done! If people want to understand the story, then they must see that everything technically does make sense! I argue. However, this just makes them shut up. Wait, no: stop writing to me and carry on with their predictions that seem so simple to them. The other two have now stopped bickering once more, and proceed to just confuse me and you through the entire conversation, as they both say the exact same thing, just in different views.

"Why on earth are you even writing this anyways? It is stupid, and even I can figure that out. If you seriously think that this is going to help solve the entire conundrum of what needs to be done in 'My TRUE Finale', then go on ahead and make me sick!" The first one yells in his usual tone, and proceeds to strop like he always does after getting into his usual every-second tantrums.

"Well, I for one think this is a good learning curve! It is improving with every word, and thus shows the amount of effort you wish to put into it! I can see potential for this, my friend! I just know that this will help save who needs to be saved!" The other one exclaims in her usual ecstatic and sometimes overwhelming voice. She begins to once more cheer me on in her usual fashion, and as usual it doesn't do much to change my attitude.

The other person now begins to reveal a worn out card that they had been carrying ever since this thing has started: Remember the rules, though. You need to make sure as to not say too much, hence why we should be cautious with anything we say or do from this point forward. The note is practically as bland as a brick wall, yet doesn't give the satisfying pain when you slam into it fifty times over. The rules, the rules, the stupid boring plain rules that make it all too difficult for whoever Writer and Questioner are going to be! I hate them with a passion already, and yet we only thought about them together a few days ago! Why is it that these things have to be in place when something amazing could be happening?! I guess we'll never know, eh reader(s)?

Look, you guys are ruining the flow of the story right now, I need to get this done. If you want to be annoying and not participate, go on ahead! I'll find a replacement. However, I know what I am doing with this thing, and it will help be a part of The Finale, My TRUE Finale, The Revelation, everything! Just for the love of god stop being so pushy! I scrawl in a hurry, as I was in the middle, as you know, of a huge plot twist that many of you probably already knew! It was going to be amazing! <r>j=ct ^. was finally going to get the respect they deserved and needed! They were finally going to show the world what they can achieve even when they have disappeared off the face of the earth! However, I guess you guys are probably annoyed with this right now, and so I shall just include the basis of what's going on.

So me, mine, myself and I (as we all know the popular phrase) was stuck with writing this story which turned out to be pretty coolio! However, it seems as though people don't want to cooperate, and so they all are seemingly ruining the immersion I was seriously creating! I wanted a coolio Mystery story, and they all give me this fourth-wall breaking poppy-cock (points to those who get the Homestuck Reference!). I now need to resolve the issue by getting us back on track, yet these jerks which I'm stuck with wanted to bug me right in the middle of an AUTHOR'S NOTE! God

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Oh, whoops, got a bit carried away there! Got to learn how to not be a mysterious person every once in a while, otherwise it takes its toll. But I guess that's what happens when I'M S)!$K WI)& A +!N$& O[ F!$%@~? #>|=*| ! Man, they are annoying!

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Anyways, there's some more exposition, can I carry on now with my story? I ask my group of acquaintances, they all shrug, aside from ><)@^@|) who cheers me on in my work as she usually does. ^]|)=*] leaves a note next to me which threateningly states "Do not ruin this opportunity for us. We want the best of this outcome, and yet sometimes I feel as though you don't understand that I will use force if necessary to create this outcome..." I guess I'm on their bad side now. Well, hopefully this does make things better, eh guys? Hopefully Questioner is able to use his amazing intuition to ?=) ^= >!) >[ )&@| ^=|| I mean, save everyone. Hopefully Writer can piece together all the information like a jigsaw puzzle and create an even better solution! My most trusted and helpful friend lies in their hands now...