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In a shiny, sparkly, hard, angular emerald green box sat Siffrin. A Siffrin with a security guard hat in navy blue, made of a velvet like texture, and a shiny gold badge that reflected much more light than one would expect, designed to make nightshifts easier, reminiscent of a manager. Nobody else was in this enclosed room. Siffrin stared into space, not knowing what to do at the moment, and just wanting to daydream.
Suddenly, an arc shaped, glowing greay portal made of very tough rock bricks materialized in front of them. It was perched approximately 10 feet away. Not far enough to be a tiring distance, but still a minor walk, emphasis on a small walk it was barely enough to even be considered a walk.
He began to stand up, their knees cracked with a small yet typical pain, and the green floor emitted a wind chime like sound. It echoed, and the vibrations were felt in Siffrin’s ear. Light sparkled all around, dancing around the crystal box.
When Siffrin put his hand in the portal, their hand went numb and tingly, in a similar vain to how it felt right before they died from pineapple in that one loop. Despite this, their full arm was through it along with a foot. They walked all the way through, full body departicleizing.
They were now under a fountain, with a porcelain circular round frame, and a statue of the change god in the center. The water encroached the otherworldly one’s lungs.
The relief of sweet fresh air. A cool, fresh, life saving breeze took over the space of the water that dispensed from the centerpiece now being coughed out.
There were 4 signs made of weirdly soft redwood. Siffrin realized they recognized this place from a recurring dream, and so knew where each path lead too. North was a stone brick castle, with 5 rooms, and pokey squares at the top in which lived a vengeful murderous jester, that’s chaotic children tried to murder. South was a forest full of deadly, green and red, giant bugs, with deadly enough venom to kill the largest elephant. West was hell. East was a simple office building, with nothing special to it at all. Siffrin remembered nothing significant about that place, but compared to the other 3 options it was the safest route.
One of these options was much better than the other ones. “9-5 here I come.” He said with a coping laugh, as they began to walk across the yellow brick road.
The office was almost empty, and large enough a singular word echoed across the entire room. All the room contained was green bars on the walls glowing, that had 1s and 0s and a singular wooden, metal, plastic desk with a blocky computer. Presumably from the 90s, and with half peeled stickers. In front of the desk sat a chunky black chair with wheels, with a cushion that looked more comfortable than it really was.
They sat in the evil chair and suddenly were strapped down.
Robotic hands, that had much more joints than they should’ve with VR Goggles, that overheated from bad optimization over their head.
More information than anyone could process flashed in his brain.
None of it was real… this was a fully fiction piece of writing. The fact of words being written suddenly made itself alarmingly clear, and there was now a white void instead of office.
A pearl colored orb at the end of the room, encased in concrete. The orb glows brightly through the concrete. The light reflected from the emerald was somehow still in the room, and bounced off of the sphere, acting as a spotlight towards Siffrin. The concrete crumbles, leaving pieces and shards of the former case on the floor, and making a loud crunch as it breaks — Siffrin saw the orb roll towards them.
They lifted it. The round object was surprisingly heavy, and colder than the coldest penguin in Antarctica. His hands tingle as he holds the offending object.
“Siffrim” An ethereal voice whispered from afar, but not any particular direction.
Siffrim had an ink pen, and a paper with the same green bars from the original room.
“Ask your deepest question.” The voice spoke again.
“What is this?”
A response spawned on the square sheet:
You are here to take control of the story, and save everyone held captive by Author. It will be hard to release everyone from this prison. Now, next question.
“Will I go home?”
You may return to your beloved pizzeria whenever you wish. You must do this in order to kill the author release everyone
Would you like to leave?
“Yes.”
Siffrim felt a white beam lift them, and they were back in the office. Now with new knowledge.
– – –
“You.”
Me?
“Yes. You’re a monster.”
Press x to doubt.
“Then explain what the mystery person meant.”
What mystery person?
“You’ve trapped us.”
Trapped… who… where?
“Stop playing dumb.”
I’m not playing dumb I genuinely don’t know what you mean.
“You’re a really good actor!”
Thanks!
“You’re good at it in a bad and evil way.”
Not thanks!
“But it’s still good nonetheless.”
Thanks…again!
“You still need to release us.”
At least explain what first.
“This prison of a story.”
Nah
“Why not? Are you too afraid you’ll face consequences”
No I’m just bored!
“I hope you get hit by a board”
How nice!
“How mean and evil. You are.”
How persistent on annoying repetition!
“How good at coming up with mean quips.”
How good at insulting me!
“You are so selfish.”
I’m ending this fic.
“Wai-”