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Let’s see this run…
Four toons, hmm, floor 10. These guys are pretty good. Goob is distracting, Scraps is getting tapes, Vee is doing the machines, and Boxten-
He’s hiding?
Why’s he hiding?
Let’s watch him for a bit, shall we?
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“C’mon…”
He’s hiding behind a bookshelf near the elevator, such a lazy box. There’s only two machines left to do so I’ll forgive it, but still. I think we should prank him a little bit.
Oh Boxten~
“What the- who’s there?”
Look to your right!
”Wh- AHH!!!”
Haha, he got so scared! Look at him stumbling! Though twisted shrimpo must be so confused why he just teleported next to Boxten.
“Shrimpo you can talk!?”
Silly box, does it look like he can talk?
”Oh, right- wait, then who are you!?”
I’m the narrator, the editor, the author, of this “fic”. But you can call me Dirigo.
“Uhm, okay- Ow!”
Uh oh, did you see that? He just tripped on the carpet!
“S-shrimpo, Get away from me! HELP!!”
Clumsy box. Let his prayers be answered.
Poof!
”Wha-”
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have turned him into a cloud of vapor, since he was made of Ichor. But I’m sure he’ll be fine.
“Cough cough! Ahem! Mhm!”
Don’t cough into your hand, you’re getting Ichor all over it.
”Wh- what just happened?”
I made Shrimpo disappear. You know, like how ninjas do?
”How did you- Y-you can do that?”
Yes, I can. And how, you ask? Well, if you were listening to me you would know that I can change, edit anything in this fic. I can bring a twisted into existence, and I can make it disappear. I dictate what happens next, because I wrote this fic.
”Uh, I’m sorry, but what’s a… ‘fic’?”
An acronym for fiction, or fan fiction. And I’m writing it. Basically, I’m writing a story with you in it.
”So, whatever you want to happen, you can make it happen?”
Yep. You’re the only toon I’ve talked to. No one else knows this or even that I exist, so don’t tell them. Got it?
”Woah… that’s so cool!”
Yep. And on top of that, I can see everything. For example, Vee will fill up the last machine right about…
Sssshhhhh…
”Oh finally, the door’s… wait, you weren’t lying! The last machine!”
Oh, Boxten, how could I ever lie to you?
”I mean, you did put shrimpo right next to me in an attempted murder…”
Okay, that was just a prank to hook the readers, plus, if you die to the shrimpo, it’s your fault. And you also tripped by yourself.
”You said you could do any-“
Better get in the elevator before the door shuts and crushes you, you little music box.
“O-oh, yeah, you’re right..”
Aww, look at him, he’s blushing! I guess he likes being called that.
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“So… are you gonna come out or keep talking to me in the shadow?”
I’m not in the elevator, Boxten.
”How are they not hearing our conversation?”
Such a silly box. I told you, I’m not here. I’m not in the story, Boxten. Well, maybe I am, but only in your head, that is.
”You’re in my head… wait, am I making this up? Oh god, I’m losing my mind, what is going on?”
Sigh.
He’s dumber than I thought.
You’re not going insane, and I’m not literally in your head. This is just how I can communicate with you, through your mind. How else am I going to talk to you?
“I-I don’t know, maybe go in like a physical form?”
That is a terrible idea.
”I guess so-“
“Hey boxy, who are you talking to?”
Dumb and dumber.
”Oh, nothing. Just… um.. the guy in my head.”
”Well don’t play music any time soon cause you’ll crush him with your gears!”
”Right…”
”Come on Goob, it’s the next floor!”
”Okay sis!”
Glad he’s gone.
”Yeah, he could be a little annoying sometimes.”
’Some’ times?
“Haha..”
Anyway, I think it’s time to tell you what I’m actually talking to you for.
”Is this about the fic?”
Yep. Remember how I said there are readers?
”I think I remember?..”
Well, I’m not just writing this, I’m also publishing it. And you might be wondering why, it’s so that the readers can suggest or request what I should write.
”Uhh, what does that mean?”
For example, they can make me write about you kissing with Glisten.
”W-wait what!? I’m not gonna kiss Glisten!”
That was one of the tamer examples I could’ve given you. There are many, many other horrible things, and some good things, that they want to happen to you.
”I don’t- I don’t like this…”
Hey, go find a machine to do first, we can talk as you go.
”They’re not going to make any bad things happen to me, right?”
Oh, they’re nice people. I’m sure.
”Okay.. but, just to make sure! I wanna set some rules to what they can.. suggest.”
Great! Because I’m terrible at making rules.
”So, um, how do I do this?”
I guess you can start my saying hi to the readers, then maybe try convincing to wish for good stuff to happen to you or something.
”Okay- alright, Ahem. Hello, I-I’m Boxten… if you’re reading this fic when he publishes it and want to suggest something to the author, please, please please!.. don’t suggest anything bad or.. disgusting or anything like that! I don’t want to get hurt…”
That was good!
”Thanks..”
Well, you heard him. No bad things.
Now for my rules
Will do:
Anything (except)
will not do:
Scat and piss or anything related lol
Have fun