“You don’t get to surrender. You lose when I say you lose, you win when I say you win, you die when I say you die. I haven’t said you can die yet. Pick your weapon up”
Okay, here me out: Person A is writing a story. Person B, the main character, realizes they are being controlled by Person A and is resisting. Person A realizes Person B is real and is just rolling with it as they continue writing the story they already had planned out. Person B, in the middle of the big climactic fight, throws their weapon down. Person A grows frustrated and tries to force Person B to continue the fight.
(o.o I am interested already)
(Thanks! So, do you want to be the author or the character?)
(Oops, sorry! I can't be online over the weekends! Otherwise…I'd like to be the character, but it's your idea, so…)
(You're good! I'm perfectly fine with you being the character. So, template or blind?)
(Blind okay? (I haven't done them a whole lot) Also, am I making a backstory for my person? Since you're playing the author? (inception))
(Blinds good. And it might be best if you didn't make a backstory, or that if you did you shared it with me.)
(Meh, I don't think I want to spend time making a full-on in-depth backstory, so…I'm assuming you'll be starting?)
(Yeup!)
Our hero leaps through the blazing fire, reaching to take her hand. Then they
Sam stared at the unfinished sentence on his screen. Then, after a moment, he rested his head on his desk.
"What do they do then?" He mumbled, having a short spurt of writer's block. He had been working on this story for a while now, but it was unoften he would come across a situation he didn't know what his protagonist would do.
Melanie's corner of her mouth twitches down. Not again…Last time this happened, I was stuck in a scene for a week! C'mon Mel, give him a chance…
(Sorry, I had gym class)
Sam tapped his fingers irritatedly against the wood of his desk, banging his head slightly.
"Oh god…" He looked up at the scene again, deciding to reread the last few scenes.
"Storming the castle… finding the girl… encounter with the king…" he murmured, skimming through the lines of text. Finally, he sighed, deleting some of the last lines. He started to type again.
Melanie faced the king with determination in her eyes. "We shall not suffer under you any longer!" Sam paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"No, that doesn't feel right either."
(oof I might gtg for today…)
(Yes, stalkers are perfectly fine!)
Mel bit her lip, counting down from ten frantically in restraint. her temper was short, and she couldn't stand it any longer. Her posture changed so that she wielded her broadsword.
"You think you're so strong, so full of power and control, but you're wrong. Real power lies withing friends, within family and love, not in fear and manipulation!" Mel edited her line, hoping the author was already half asleep. She had done this a few times, but she only made slight changes.
Sam blinked a few times, staring at the screen.
"What the hell?" He muttered. He read the lines on the screen again.
"I did not write that." He rubbed his eyes, refreshing the page a few times. No, the line stayed the same.
"What the f*ck?!"
Sh–, he found out… Almost immediately, Mel turned her head and looked somewhere, away from the action.
"Well, you need to stop forgetting about me. I swear, a month ago you were intent on making me being depressed! Make up your mind, dude!" Mel shook her head, disappointedly before returning to the scene.
"Now start working for once!"
Sam stared at the screen as the words typed out. That wasn't the only thing either. He could see Mel, in his mind, turning to look somewhere else to talk to him. His jaw dropped, and his eyes grew wide.
"WHAT THE F—!" He yelled, falling out of his chair to the floor. He scooted away, back bumping against the wall of his room.
"WHAT THE F—!" He repeated.
Mel sighed.
"Great, I've broken him." She paused before yelling to no one, "AUTHOR DIES: CHARACTER MEL SELLING FOR ONLY FREE-NINTY NINE!"
(I'm trying so hard not to burst out laughing in study hall)
(Same though XD)
"What's going on?!" Sam asked hysterically, confused and terrified. This was impossible- the things he was seeing Mel doing in his mind he could have explained away as him just being bored and fooling around with ideas. But the words showing up on his computer? No, something was going on, and he had no idea what to do.
