The Author's Stories

An Invitation

'Where.... where the hell am I...?' I asked myself, observing my surroundings. It was dark.... very dark.... " The angry warrior turns it's head rapidly, desperately searching for any clue to it's location. Of course, they are probably to thick headed anyway to know.... " I hear an obnoxious and cold voice say in a rather dramatic tone. " Author..... what the hell have I told you....... don't mess with me.... " I snapped, whipping my head around, gun out, ready to shoot. " Alright... Where are you.... " I stated more then asked. " Oh War. Such an idiotic question. You know where I am. I am always two steps ahead of you, always on your forth wall... it's a horrible weakness, is it not? It's like I'm not even here.... " the voice responded behind me. I turned around quickly to find no one there.... " Alright, enough of your mind tricks... what do you want? " I asked. " Want? Please, why would I want something?" they asked. " You always want something... Either that or you want to kill someone... But you can't kill me... " I respond. " Finally, something intelligent comes out of that big mouth of yours. " Author snickered, coming out of the shadows for me to see. " Its about time you stop hiding... Coward... " I sneered. " Coward? Well, that's certainly a bit of an overstatement. You, after all, should be the one cowering in fear.... " they had this evil glint in their eyes as they said that. " Ha! Why should I fear you? You can't kill me, or my loved ones... " I narrowed my eyes at them. " Well, kill... No. But hurt? Oh yes, I can hurt you VERY badly... " they picked me up by the collar of my shirt and dragged me upstairs. " Welcome War, to my home. " they dropped me on the floor. The room we were in was, cozy, I guess. There was a fire place in the corner, next to a circular rug and a wooden rocking chair. A bookshelf near the area acted as a wall. On the other side of it was a small loft, with a desk underneath. They're sick stories were scattered across it... On the other side of the room was a small kitchen area, and in the only corner left lay a piano. " It looks like my grandma's house.... " I snickered. Author simply rolled their eyes. " So... you grab me from my dimension, lock me in your creepy basement, and mock me all to give me a house tour? Is that was you wanted? " I asked. Author chuckled sickly. " Oh War, so naive. You are quite brave to dare talk to me like that. But there is a fine line between bravery, and stupidity. " the room became cold... now with a much more sinister feel to it. How do they do that? " Well then... what do you really want? " I asked. " I want power, respect..... " they walked around the small room, picking up a small globe trinket just the size of a toy. " Revenge.... " they crushed the globe in their hand and let the remains crumble to the floor. " On? " I was confused. Why would this sadistic maniac need my help for a revenge plan? " I am sure you are familiar with Dapper.... " they asked me, running their hand across a shelf. " Of course... that insane idiot messed up my entire timeline.... " my jaw tensed up just thinking of them. " Then answer me this... How would you feel if we... took care of thus issue... " my eyes widened. Did Author want to KILL Dapper!? " Author... we... we can't kill Dapper... if we did... then we wouldn't exist... none of- " " none of us except the original.... And then would it really matter? The world would be at peace again..." I was cut off. And they were wrong... without any of the other dimensions, the universe would fall into its own black hole... Like a snake eating itself. " No... I won't help you... ever... and why would you need ME anyway? " I asked. " For a proper battle... Two sworn enemies! The end of the world and their life long rivalry finally coming to an end! It's a story for the AGES! " they declared excitedly, a mad look in their eyes. " No... Never.... I let the world be destroyed once... never again... I refuse to help such a sadistic creature in their search for blood..." I straightened my posture and curled my lip in disgust at the blood thirsty being before me. " Well, say what you will now, but just remember. It's a horrible thing to make me a worse enemy... " they walked over to me and pushed me back. " Now then, I believe you should be sent back to your home... You have been quite the entertainment but I'm afraid I will have to cut our little visit short. However, I do think you should consider my invitation... You know how to reach me... " and with that, they snapped their fingers and I was back in my bunk. I stared down at my pendant, and opened it. Inside were our symbols.... the feather pen seemed to sparkle at me, mocking me forevermore...

( Yaaay! Wars of Time stuff. This is actually for another story I have, but I couldn't resist adding it to this mix. )