Ka1_Rose_the_Ghost
A funny book about me in Limbo with c!Wilbur.
For a little context, I'm dead. As in me, mwah the author, is dead.
I canonically write all my books from Limbo, if you didn't read my other books.
This book is literally me on the Train Station writing fanfiction to piss off c!Wilbur. Why c!Wilbur? Two reasons:
1: It would be disrespectful to write the real person. 2: c!Wilbur is hot as fuck (PLEASE DON'T TELL HIM I SAID THAT).
Okay, I'm not writing the rules of Minecraft again. All you need to know is that it is real. There are no settings, log out, code, none of that. The inventory is a pocket dimension that people summon things out of. Same with the hotbar, but faster.
Yeah, this is NOT a reader insert. This is about me, the author, so scram, go to Left in the Cold if you want a reader insert.
Also, for anyone wondering, I'm a she, and I'm straight, just thought I'd clear that shit up, as I would prefer to not get mislabeled. Also, I'm a parrot hybrid now.
...Don't check the hashtags if you don't want extreme foreshadowing to the point of a spoiler.
Updates are whenever. Yay.