Ezra: Why of all people, did Damien decided to steal ME from my family. Literally stealing an eternal who's LEGIT Rebellion is such a stupid idea.
Me: Shhhh it all works out in the end.
Ezra: but I was abused for 18 years and was tortured and now I'm a mess and-
Me: IT. ALL.WORKS.OUT. CALM. YASELF.
Why did you kill Bear?! He was going to get married!
I yawn as I finish the last few words of the newest page of my story. It's already late; I should probably be getting to bed now. As I sit on the edge of my bed, a weird feeling jolts through me. It feels like homesickness, and tears, and fear, and satisfaction all bundled into one. I pull my blanket up to my chin and stare out into nothing, contemplating the newest twist in my story, taking almost no notice of the weird pull of feelings within me.
Then there are a few strangled notes in the air, jagged pieces of noise that resemble music.
A bit of laughter.
A piano, playing.
I bolt straight up. It's past midnight. I live alone. There's a piano in my living room.
I creep down the stairs, and then the smell hits me.
It's like I'm on the beach. My favorite smell– the salty ocean air in the morning when it's still crisp out. Then I look to see who is playing my piano, and lo and behold–
I recognize her immediately. Her form is hazy in cyan light, but it's still there–
Kaylei?!
The girl I just finished writing about a few minutes ago?
Her pale blonde hair doesn't quite illuminate correctly in the moonlight. I narrow my eyes and go towards her, knowing how powerful and yet how wonderful she is. I see the sheet music on the piano, and I wince. It's the etude of her life. Kaylei, the girl who was made to be everything that I wasn't, and yet still turned out like me in the end, a bit broken, and a bit weary.
She talks to me, and I have to grin, even though I'm half sure I'm hallucinating at this point. Because her voice is exactly how I thought it would be– low, and trilling, and musical.
"I think I know everything." She turns to me, eyes filling with tears.
"How… how are you here?" I stammer, astonished.
She shouldn't exist.
She can't exist.
"Imaginations are dangerous," She whispers, and then I realize why she's crying. She's left behind the one person who relied on her completely. And a few others who did as well. Then she looks up at me with those sparkling sapphire eyes, and finishes the piece.
"And where do you think we go when we die?"
"Why would you make me go through all this pain?" Charlie questioned. I smile.
"To show you how much she means to you."
'Why am I here?'
'It's not socially acceptable for me to take REAL people and twist them to cater to my every whim and will. Such torture is considered immoral.'
Why do we always wear the same cloths
Lilly: "Why, in the name of all that walks, would you put us in this crazy universe."
Me: "I dunno i thought it'd be funny."
Lilly: "Well it wasn't!"
Me: Snickers "..Ya it was"
Lilly: Giggles
We both fall on the floor laughing at my idioticness and sense of humor
Character: "Why does everything have to be so hard?"
Me: "Because, that's how you grow as a person."
Her eyes were trained on me. She had a look of disbelief on her face.
"So…you're my creator." Makeana said.
Her voice was exactly as I imagined. My heart soared. It's not everyday you get to see your character come to life.
"Yes," I breathed.
She looked to her hands in her lap, twisting her mother's wedding ring around her finger. I took this opportunity to look at her. She was exactly as I had imagined. Curvy, tall, strongly built, and with an air of authority and confidence. Her hair barely reached past the ends of her ears and was swept to her left elegantly. Her blue eyes held confidence and sorrow, but strength as well. Her lips were full and her cheekbones were high. She wore no makeup. A white shirt, red jeans, and black combat boots adorned her frame.
"What made you put me through so much? Why did I have to lose so many friends?" Tears rimmed her eyes.
I put my hand on hers. "I put you through so much so you could become the woman you are today. I've had some crazy struggles. None exactly like yours. But some very similar. And watching you grow and mature through these and come out on top is very inspirational for me."
Her eyes met mine. I could see her searching for signs that I was lying.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Makeana." I whispered.
"But why me? I'm broken and bruised and flawed. I can barely keep myself together."
"Because the broken and bruised and flawed make the best leaders. They know what it's like to hurt. And they don't want anyone else to hurt."
She nodded slightly. We sat quiet for a minute. Then Makeana broke the silence.
"So why did you make me reject Jamie at first?"
"Oh, that." I laughed nervously. "Well…"
Actually this is part of my stories, where my self-insert character is lured into a realm and is given full control over it, so she creates this entire world and later on reveals herself to be the Creator and most people are generally okay with it. Like alright, you made me. Nice.
Later on she escapes death like twice and splits herself into three creations and nobody really notices it until later, so they really just talk to them like normal. (Minou is like a good friend, and Wrath is kind of a dick.)
Except Shima. The character's "daughters" catch on that she's one of the three and ask her questions like "You're part of my mom aren't you?" and "Why won't you let me see the multiverse?" and "What if I'm not good enough to lead in her stead?" so she becomes a mom figure.
Alec: Why am I even here?
Me: You were supposed to be Han Solo, then you were supposed to be me, then you ended up exactly like my actual REAL-LIFE boyfriend so I don't write about you anymore.
Probably something along the lines of, "WTF?! Seriously?!"
My characters: "So, why do the dragons overpower us one million to one?"
Me: Lol so I was watching my brother play the lord of the rings shadow of mordor game and he was taking errrbody out with a dragon and I was like dragons should never be good or weak so… here we are
Well, Eryn would be absolutely livid if she ever found out she was my creation and therefore under my complete control and that every action she ever thought that she made was actually me making her do those actions (does that make sense?), as she loves her freedom and choice. Then she would pretend to unruffled and thank me nonchalantly for creating Lukas, her beloved son.
Anastasiya would stab me, Rowen would be skeptical, Amity would just smile innocently while planning a million different ways to take control of me and write her the perfect ending, and my favorite narcissist would just just scoff and say, "You? Hmmph, as if someone like YOU could have created someone like ME."
Sorry, I couldn't do just one.
:) Pleb
honestly, i had to try this-
THIS IS HOW IT WOULD GO WITH ME AND THREE OF MY CHARACTERS
Razi: WOAH YOU LOOK LIKE ME
me: that's because when i made you i was an idiot and didn't know how i wanted you to look
Nove: wait my existence, does that mean i didn't really help anyone? does that mean they never existed and were just meant to be for me?
me: no they were real, just not to me
Galizur: tHe hEcK?!??!!!?!?!?! yOu MeAn tO tELL mE ThAt iM jUsT a FiGmeNt Of yOuR iMAginaTion??!??!?!?!?!?!???!?!?!?!? hOw DaRe yOu
me: please don't murder me
Galizur+Nove: i hate you and my life is a lie i'm not even real
Raziel: holy crap- can i have one of your cookies? does it taste different? are dogs cuter?
Me: So, any questions?
Nikolai: Yeah. What the fuck did I ever do to you?
Me: well, it makes you seem like less of an asshole-.
Niki: Less of an asshole? YOU MADE MY MOTHER KICK ME OUT AND YOU KILLED MY SISTER! I'M PRETTY SURE THAT MADE ME MORE OF AN ASSHOLE!
Me: yeah, I didn't really… think that through…
"Why did you kill me off in the first book?"
"Because you're my favourite character."
"…that makes no sense."
"Yes it does."
"How?"
"I don't know it just does."
"It really doesn't."
"Shut up."
"But—"
"I MADE YOU BOY."
"Fair enough."
In all honesty Nikolai would probably punch me in the face before complaining about how i killed his sister. and Felix would be salty over the fact that I made his bf fall into a murderous rage and later be blamed for everything bad that happened during the story.
"Why do you do this to me?" The man in front of me inquired. I glanced up from my artwork, cocking an eyebrow. I let out a confused grunt, eyeing the somewhat familiar man in front of me. "Why do you do this to me?" He inquired again, taking a slow step towards me. "What do you mean?" I questioned, turning the words over in my mind before letting them slip from my tongue. "You have tortured me, beat me down to the smallest I could be… I could have been greatness, yet I'm just… A broken shell of a man." He replied, a look of defeat on his face. "Who are you?" I stood up, a frown on my face. "Don't you recognize me, Orion?" He placed his hands on his chest as he spoke. "I'm Allester!"
"Allester..?" I spoke slowly. "Allester Doran Eklof…" He nodded vigorously. "Yes, and I came to ask you a question. Why do you do this to me?" He asked once again. My shoulders sagged at the question. I knew what he meant. He was one of my more dark characters, his life being one full of hardships and loss. What started out as a fun project with a unique character became a slippery slope of tragedy after tragedy, chipping away at his sanity before he broke and became no more human than the dirt we walked upon. What could have been a fun, loving character became a depressed, power hungry man with no love and compassion left in his heart.
"Because." I answered. "Simply because."
"What. The. Hell. Did you do to my friend."
"Why." cue sobbing, screaming, trying to murder me as I did to their whole family
C: "Why'd you make me so fucked up?"
Me: " Bc my life is fucked up and writing is cheaper than therapy"
C: "Why this premise though, like you couldn't have written a teen drama?"
Me: "Meh, I was bored"
"w h y m u s t y o u h u r t m e"
"cause it makes the story deeper :)"
Camie: what the heck were you thinking???? You almost killed me more times than I can count. And wait, why do you look like me..?
Me: Honestly I have no clue. For the record though, I don't look like you, you look like me.
Well, um they're aware that I made them especially Megan.
Hunter: "WHY DID YOU KILL HER!!???? I-I LOVED HER! And also why am I ginger?"
Me: She was hard to write and annoying. Value your moments with her. One day there may be fanfics. About the ginger thing, you're slightly based off of my crush.
Bryan: "Please, bring back my sister. Hunter needs her, I need her."
Me: I know, i'm sorry. It had to be done.
James: "Okay, why the ** did you kill my whole family??? You knew it'd break me! Why?!?"
Me: I wanted to break you.
Sycore: Takes out saw
Me: Nope.
Megan: "Yo homie! Did Sycore and the power of the Amulets escape into other worlds?"
Me: No, copyright claims stopped him.
Tom: Can I please have my eye back?
Me: No, I've gotten quite a few compliments about that. You are very unique and your my favorite
Diami (Sarah): "Can I see my brother and not get killed?"
Me: Last time I saw him he was quite upset, so I don't think seeing him is a good idea.
Ember: Why do you look like me, was i based off of you? And also it was a great plot despite the fact that I died."
Me: Correction, you're the prettier version of me. And also thank you, it took years for it to have a real plot!
Hicia: Why does my boyfriend have anger issues?"
Me: It makes him a better villain, don't worry after he was freed in book three his anger disappeared.
Audra: Why did you make me think James was dead! You broke my heart!"
Me: It was a plot twist. Be grateful you have him now.
Birane: "Hi."
Me: Hi
Arissa: "So you are my creator?"
Me: "Well, technically yes, but officially Atalia made you."
Arissa: "But Atalia wasn't the one who gave my family the mysterious items. You did."
Me: "…Well, that is true, but the items each have their purposes. Take the needle for example; It can make the weakest fabric into the finest fabric."
Arissa: "And it was given to me by my dead mother. Why did she die?"
Me: "I'm almost at a loss. That was mainly for you to learn the value of those close."
Arissa: "And this ring? Why give it to me?"
Me: "Why not? While it may have been a stupid idea when I first thought of it, I have built upon it and gave you a reason to have it. With it, you can learn what you want to. But that's not what you're asking, are you?"
Arissa: "Not exactly, but I understand what you mean. Now, what about my father. Why did you make him?"
Me: "To show you the difference between being useful, and being yourself. You choose to be yourself, but your father? I built him to be useful. And you should see it with how I made him a 'Successful' businessman rather than one that's 'Average'.
Arissa was almost in tears with how blunt I answered that last question.
Arissa: "So I'm just another pawn like my father?"
Me: "Yes and no. I write you in a completely different way from the others. That shows that you're not a pawn. But at the same time, you are because I made you. But that is the only way you are a pawn."
Arissa now had tears falling.
Arissa: "How should I feel about that?"
Me: "That's up to you. Be a pawn and follow the script, or you can be the main character. I don't want to force you too much as that puts a strain on me, but if do choose to continue to be yourself, then the story will move smoothly."
Arissa: "…"
Me: "If you cooperate, then you will be treated well. If you don't, then expect much harm."
I walk away and close the book. I turn around to watch her fade.
That was interesting. Should I push her along, or would guiding her be better? This is a question I ask myself whenever I think of how I should continue the story.