forum Characters breaking the fourth wall. (because why not?)

Started March 16, 2019 by @Echo_6 group

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Here you can have your characters have conversations with you or others around you. Like they're in a group chat

Melanie huffed in annoyance. "Why are we all here again?"

I scowled at her. "Because I liked this idea."

"And why didn't you use Griffin or Abbie, or Chloe, or anyone else but me?"

"Because I use you way too much in RPs and I can relate to you, except you actually have the balls to do outlandish things, like speak your mind, or punch someone, or throw a hissy-fit." I shrugged.

"I DO NOT THROW HISSY-FITS!!! AND YOU MADE ME, SO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE!"

"No, I generally think that you're bada**"

"Why did you censor that?"

"Because I respect other people's opinions on cursing?"

"Who the fuck cares?"

"Me and my introverted self..?" I sigh, knowing I could never change Melanie's mind. She, like I, was as stubborn as a mule.

I trot into the room, nonchalantly smiling as I look around. "Hey everyone!" no response

A slight, familiar snicker catches my attention and I catch sight of one of my characters: Oliver. I meander over and boop his nose.

You hear banging noises, and you see me come rushing into the room. "WHERE'S WINNIE?!" I cry. Crash. "WAIT I HEAR HER!!!" I go sprinting in the direction of the bang. A faded "GOTCHYA" echos around the room.

A woman with huge, white bird wings comes running in.
“Stop it!” She says as I run in after her, trying to tickle her neck.
“Please! Just stop!” Serenade says in between laughs.

A body falls from the sky with a dull thud
"Ow…"

I burst down the door, dragging a tired looking person behind me. "What's up nerds!" I yell into the room, sneezing a bit. "You know, you really should get your allergies checked out." Tempest, the tired looking dude from before reminds me. "And my back, I know Tempest, I know." I mutter, crossing my arms and pouting slightly.

The figure gets up "Sadly my creator won't be here for a bit." He's wearing a mask that concealed his mouth and jaw. "How is everyone?"

"Absolutely wonderful! Tempest, can you get Damon for me? Maybe Brandi too, I want to add some villains up in here!" I exclaim cheerfully, flipping my sunglasses up to the top of my head.

"I'm not too sure that would be a good idea, but hey, you're the creator. By the way, names' Gator." he flicked his wrist and a pillar of obsidian formed to be a chair.

"I'm Logan, the creator of many stories and the destroyer of hopes! It's awesome to meet you Gator." I say, Tempest rolling his eyes in the background. "I'm just going to get Irene, we don't need any insane villains here today." He mmuttters.

"Well, while we're waiting for Tempest, what stories do you write Logan?"

"Hmm…" I murmur, holding out my hand as I start to tick off things with my fingers. "Fantasy, dark fantasy, some murder mysteries, slice of life, a lot of things that deal with mental health awareness, stories from the villains point of view. To name a few."

"Interesting, my creator writes sci-fi, we both think it's trash but his girlfriend likes it so he still does it."
Another body falls from the sky, backhands Gator, then disappears.
"He does that… a lot. He also writes a lot of apocalyptic stuff, could be the sudden collapse of a magic system to a knock-off Fallout universe."

"Pft! Has he, by chance, read Enders Game? It's the only sci-fi I remotely enjoyed, I'm more of a dark fantasy guy myself."

"Not yet, he's trying to find a copy but neither the school library or the public one seems to carry it."

"That's rough buddy. My gifted/reading teacher has a bunch becuase it's his favorite book." I drawl, Tempest coming back with a woman with long white hair and black eyes.

Gator looked around Logan for a quick second "Seems yer friends is back."

"Aye! Irene how has the skeleton queen been?" I ask Irene, she rolled her eyes before answering. "I've been juwst fine."

Serenade sat in a corner, away from me, protecting herself with her wings.
“Why are you so childish all the time?” She complained. I grin.
“Probably because I am basically a child. I mean, what adult would create these things?” I wave my hand and three adorable, oddly colored cats appear sprawled onto the floor.

Gator looked at the cats with hunger in his eyes "Ooooh, little tidbits… yummy."

Malachai stumbles back into the room, a small blonde girl squeezed in his arms. "Sorry about her," he says, exhaustion in his voice. "Winnie's insane. I'm Malachai."

"OMG this is going way better than I though it would," I giggle slightly. A man standing next to me glances over and sighs.
"It always goes better than you expect it to because you always look at the glass as empty," he grumbled.
"Oh knock it off Tolkalee, I do not," I snap back at him. Tolkalee raised an eyebrow at me.
"If you say so," he mumbles, beginning to walk towards the door. "I'll be back in a bit, Kara's trying to demolish the capital again, see y'all later."

The three Kats looks at Gator in fear. (Btw, they are around two feet tall, so like twice the size of regular cats. One is blue, one is green, and one is white and yellow.)

Gator chuckled "I'm just kidding, I only eat dead meat." He sat back down on his obsidian stool, still chuckling to himself.