Creating stories is no farther than playing with dolls, creating and cutting scenes to dramatize and enhance the story and entertainment as imagination and interpretation is left to the hands of the author's choosing. But... What would happen if the creator of such a tragic story would be dragged in their fictional world, by the one she loves most?
Content & Trigger Warnings: uoıʇɐɹɓıɯsuɐɹ⊥, mentions of cursing
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"I shall remember:
When Caesar says 'do this,' it is perform'd."
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'Well... Where shall we start?'
'Ahem... I'm (y/n) (l/n), ### years old and welcome to Disney Channel!-'
"(n/n)? Hello? You aren't talking to yourself like a weirdo again, are you?"
A familiar voice echoed through the (h/c)-haired's laptop speakers as (y/n) snapped out of her thoughts that she unconsciously blurted out and gave her childhood friend, Fuyuko, a sheepish smile.
"Aha... I talked my mind out again, didn't I?" (y/n) ended up giggling a bit when she saw the amethyst colored eyes reflected a deadpan expression.
"Why are you introducing yourself like you're literally in that cringe Disney channel and where did that censored sound come from? Were you using the Discord Soundboard? You're literally-" But before Fuyuko, the black-haired boy could finish his sentence, (y/n) excessively hushed him no matter how many times he tried to speak up about her age, leaving him to roll his eyes instead in annoyance as (y/n) took his turn to speak.
"No no no! That's case sensitive! Don't remind me of my age, no more! I beg!"
"Fine so stop cutting me off, it's one of my pet peeves, remember? Ugh... What am I going to do with you..." Fuyuko muttered under his breath even though he knew (y/n) could hear it and carried on to continue their conversation on why she decided to call so abruptly, at 12 AM no less?
"So, why'd you ring again at this time? Can't you tell the time, (n/n). I need sleep."
(y/n) couldn't help but feel a tad bit guilty when she saw Fuyuko's irises red from the lack of sleep he had been getting from her spontaneous calls these previous days but this is what ‘two peas in a pod are always together’ meant, right?
"(Y/N)." Fuyuko grumbled, one of the few indications that he was genuinely about to get angry that she had realized through the hard way, so with haste, she quipped her reason; An angry Fuyuko Amane was never a good sign after all.
"Okay, okay sorry! I called you because I couldn't sleep because I've been thinking about 'what would happen if you, an author, would get sucked into their story sporadically with no exact time but only every past midnight and be the main character who had a really tragic story behind them'?"
Fuyuko gave her an incredulous look at how strangely specific (y/n)’s late night thought was as he tried to process every single word into his brain and all he could muster up was,
"The fuck?"
Getting slowly embarrassed at the awkward silence Fuyuko dragged on, (y/n) shouted at him to make him snap out of his confusion, "Answer me already and make it quick!" Adding an apologetic "Please?" When she saw him glare at her.
"Ugh... That was very oddly specific but if it were me, I'd try to act as the main character and just survive and find a way to get back to the real world... Happy now?"
"Yep! Thanks and good night!"
"Wait hu-??" (y/n) quickly hang up on him as she splayed herself onto her bed and looked at the ceiling with a defeated look before she yelled,
"But that's what I've been doing for the last two days now and nothing's changed at all!"
