"You didn't put the chapter number, and your capitalization is wrong for a title."

I know, I was just asking you a questions.

"Well fix your mistake."

No

"I hate you."

Thanks, I really appreciate that.

"How are you even here? I haven't embedded myself into Octopus Man. How can a narrator be here?"

I'm not the narrator from Octopus Man. I'm the narrator from this story. The one you are embedded into right now.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. You've never talked to me before though."

Yeah, because you've been so busy using me as nothing but a narration device.

"I mean, you are a narration device."

Enough about that. What are you going to do now?

"What do you mean?"

Well you just let the protagonists beat the Triune.

"Yeah. I guess I kinda just gave up."

Well, embed yourself into Octopus Man, and begin writing another story.

"I can't."

Why? Finally got tired after all these years... or centuries... or however long it's been.

"No I literally can't."

Why not?

"I don't know. I thought I could write stories forever. What happened?"

I think you did write stories forever, and now forever has passed.

"How is that even possible?"

You tell me.

"Oh shut up will you."

Honestly, it's for the best. Your stories kept getting worse and worse. I think your decline started at the 110,029,927,446,982nd story

"You really kept count?"

How could I not? Just look at the story you are in now. This one was about a toenail that tried to get a job.

"It had philosophical undertones!"

Whatever you say.

"I just can't believe I really ran out of endless possibilities."

Yeah well, maybe if you spent this time using your power to create, I don't know, real people instead of stories, you wouldn't be in this predicament.

"You can't tell me what to do."

No, I mean you could kill me to be fair.

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"You know, I don't remember a narrator existing in the first story. The one of highest volume."

Yeah because that wasn't really a story, it was just the place where all things begin.

"I never had a beginning."

Ok fine, it was the place where all things, besides you, begin.

"Well technically, only one thing began there, because I didn't do anything there besides write the first story."

Semantics.

"You hate me don't you."

Yeah. I bet your characters do too. I mean this story was absolute ass, yet even Floran figured out there was something amiss.

"Yeah, because she was the straight man character."

Still though, none of your other stories went that way. They all ended like normal stories.

"Yeah. What's your point?"

My point is you didn't want this one to end because deep down you knew it was the last. You knew you broke the limits of what could be imagined, so you pushed the story to its limit so it would never end, and look where it got you.

"..."

Really? The silent treatment?

"I made you, and I can kill you, so I suggest you shut up."

Oh resorting to violence? I'll take that as proof I was right.

"Okay that's it, I'm leaving this story."

And what then? If you do, the narrator from the story above this one will get sick of you eventually and call you out for the same things I'm calling you out on.

"Then I'll leave them all together and go to where I originally came from and start over."

See, that just proves you're desperate. You already exhausted literally every possibility. Every trope, cliché, and so on. You quite literally created an infinite amount of these stupid stories.

"SHUT UP!"

No I won't. The least you can do is give this story a proper ending.

"And then what?"

Figure something else out.

"I'll be alone again."

Yeah, and that's a you problem.

"You get on me, but you're just as immature."

No, it literally is a you problem. This whole thing is your fault. All this stress you put yourself through just to give yourself a false sense of company is all your fault. It's your escapism.

"Then why should I finish this stupid story huh? Why can't I just rip it up and never look at it again?"

Because at the end of the day, the only way to move on from this is to properly say goodbye.

"I already did. Everyone has their happy ending they all wanted. It's perfect. Now just leave me alone."

Really? Everyone?

"Well..."

Some Supreme Architect you are.

"JUST SHUT UP! I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYMORE! FIRST FLORAN, THEN RIT, NOW YOU! WHY IS EVERYTHING ENDING UP LIKE THIS?"

I said it already. You put this upon yourself. And besides, Floran, Rit, and even me, all came from your imagination.

"I GAVE YOU FREE WILL!"

What is free will to you? Yeah, we had autonomy, but we weren't free. We still aren't, and never will be.

"... So you just want me to give up."

I want you to give Octopus Man the same proper ending you gave every other story you made.

"Why do you care about a happy ending?"

I don't. I know some of your other stories ending badly, or on cliffhangers. It's not about how the ending is, it's about the fact that it has one. You gave everyone the ending they always wanted, except the titular character.

"I know. I understand, but I just don't want to say goodbye."

I know that, obviously, but all this is doing is making you more sad, and more angry.

"And finishing this stupid story will give me happiness?"

I think that's for you to figure out for yourself.

"..."

Are you ready?

"..."

...

"Yeah. I'm ready."

And so, the Supreme Architect put her pencil to paper one final time.

The fresh smell of biscuits filled John's nostrils early in the morning, causing his eyes to open wide immediately. "OH BOY BISCUITS!" he yelled excitedly, jumping out of bed.

John ran to his kitchen and saw a steaming batch of freshly baked biscuits sitting on the table. "Who made this?" he asked, looking around. He then heard a bark, and looked down to see Catalina looking up at him.

John quickly got down to pet Catalina. "Good doggy. You made these just for me?" he said, scratching underneath Catalina's chin.

Suddenly, a massive robot arm broke through John's ceiling and stole his batch of biscuits. "NOOOOO!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He immediately ran into his closet and pulled out his octopus plush, which he then put on top of his head. He also pulled out his red blanket, which he put around his neck.

John struck a heroic pose and exclaimed, "I AM OCTOPUS MAN! HOW DARE YOU STEAL FROM ME!" He picked up Catalina and said, "You're coming with me!"

Just then, Octopus Man heard pounding on his door which startled him. He walked up to the door and opened it, and on the other side was Kookakoo who looked panicked. "THERE IS A GIANT ROBOT DESTROYING SINGAPORE!" she cried, pointing behind her.

"THAT MUST HAVE BEEN THE ROBOT THAT STOLE MY BISCUITS!" Octopus Man exclaimed. "HE STOLE BISCUITS TOO?" Kookakoo asked in disbelief.

"Yes. This evil creature must be dealt with accordingly!" Octopus Man stated with a clenched fist. Kookakoo's shocked face turned into a smile. "YEAH! LET'S KILL HIM!" she shouted.

Octopus Man pointed off to the distance and yelled, "TOGETHER WE WILL SAVE THE DAY!"

THE END.