The anti muse
Person A is a writer.
Or they WOULD BE if they wouldn’t have a writers block. And at this point it’s way past „every paragraph I write is not as good as it could be“ but to the point we’re somehow all words in every language has escaped them the moment they even look at a pen and paper.
And it’s not for the lack of trying either. They’ve tried everything from easy prompts, to physically exhausting themselves to putting themselves into uncomfortable situations for the sake of „living adventures“ to just writing down every word that passes their thoughts. Nothing. Nada. Niente.
Until they meet B.
B who so infuriating and irritating! B, who bumped into them, causing their Coffee to drop all over their shirt (they’ve clearly worn holes into it) and notes (blank pages) and thus effectively ruined their already bad day! B, who just LAUGHS at their clumsiness and somehow makes everyone in a five mile radius agree with them regardless! So what they (B) offered to pay for another coffee and dry cleaning!?! That’s just THE OBVIOUS COMPENSATION?!? How are THEY (A) the bad guy for being pissed at being humiliated like that?!
And in the end the only way they can defeat them is by coming up with thousands of ways their encounter could’ve -and by all means SHOULD HAVE- gone differently. They don’t even realised they’ve been writing for three days straight until their best friends storms into their flat all worried.
Needless to say this is some of their best writing yet so their manager pushed them to try and „accidentally“ bump into this annoying idiot more often to get another wave of „inspiration“. This insane plan somehow actually works. If by works you mean of course A loosing their mind so bad they want and try to rewrite reality!
