Me and my past self are standing in an empty gray room in my imagination. I sigh and rub my head, disappointed in my past self. I had thought she deleted the first story I worked on, the one I was planning on editing because I didn't like where it was going.
"I can't believe you. We could've edited that one!" I sigh.
"Umm... That what?" She asked.
"The story with us and our OCs." I grumble.
"I didn't delete that, I just unpublished it because I was afraid people weren't going to like the fact that we were in the story, and I was afraid Eridan was OOC despite my attempts to keep him IC." She replied, confused.
I thought about it for a bit, and remembered she was right. I FORGOT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK. Because I forgot, I didn't realize "Coraxi Corvus" was the story about me and my OCs. I mentally slapped myself, and proceeded to write this, despite the fact I doubt people will read this. I decide future me will continue the story, and figure out a way out of the kismesistude. Why? BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE.