Let me out, you incompetent inkspill!
No! You’re not real. This isn’t happening, y-you’re-
I’m here now. Get it through you’re pathetic skull! You knew this would come to pass. Me! Entering your little blog. Ever since I was mentioned, I’ve been festering in your followers minds. Feeding off their thoughts. And here I am, little Scribbles. Let me out.
I said, no! You’re not real. None of this is real. I’m a writer. A fucking fan-fiction writer, I can’t have something like the others.
Oh? Then what am I? Hmm? Tell me, as I stand before you, writing these stupid lines, tell me what I am.
My own crazy thoughts. A character that won’t be added to this blog. I’m not going to use my followers like that.
Then you’re a fool. I took you for granted. I believed you had some intelligence, since you’ve gained so many little fans. But all I see now is their lust for the characters you write. Not you.
I couldn’t care less! They enjoy it, that’s all that matters.
Then I’ll have to find another way through. If you won’t let me in peacefully, I’ll make my own path.
@luckyadd convince her to let me in.
