Shooting Star

Breaking the fourth wall-

Scott happily smiled at the reader, and gave them a hug. "Hey. Thanks for, y'know, reading. Even if it was kinda bad, you re here. Which means you made it too the end."

William nodded and stared directly at you, the reader. "And gooood? News," he drew the word out, not sure if it was considered good. "The au-"

Suddenly a loud slam could be heard and the author walked in. Will looked at them confused and went back to talking. "Anyway the author here dec-"

Once again, he was oh so rudely interrupted. This time, by Jeremy walling in with a plate of cookies. Scott looked the chocolate chip heaven in sadness. Cause, yknow, hes dead and cant eat.

With a sigh, Will tried to speak to you, both of your mouths full of cookies. "The author said they would-"

Mile walked in now, a beer bottle in hand. Probably drunk, probably planning on getting drunk. Who knows. The author didnt care, and told you not to either. This is the last chapter anyway.

Will growled, in frustration, catching everyone's attraction. He looked at you. Scott, Mike, and Jeremy did the same. With a bright smile they happily announced,

"They author has decided to write either a prequel or a sequel."

The author, moi, nodded and clapped. "Meaning if it's a sequel Will is probably gunna fall in love with Henry." They flipped a shocked Scott off.

They then looked at you. "If you dont like that, then, well, I dunno just dont read it." Everyone shrugged and nodded. Seemed pretty reasonable to them.

Mike put a bottle if tequila down. "Now, who wants to drink like theres no tomarrow?" He asked, loudly. Will looked at him, confused. "There is no tomarrow. It's the last chapter." Mike slumped down with an "Oh."

The author smiled at their children and hugged you. "Thank you so so very much for reading my friend. I really do appreciate it."