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Femalio: “Should we really be writing right now...? I mean, I get it, this is easy and fun to write, but shouldn’t we focus on the other series we are working on?”

Malio: (shrugs) “Not a big deal, we’ve got an hour to trash.”

Femalio: “So you know how we always talk in an endless white void?”

Malio: “Sure.”

Femalio: “Why don’t we get some nice scenery in here?”

She snaps, and the world suddenly becomes an endless field of green grass, with a single wooden table adorning a hill.

Femalio: “Tea?”

Malio: “I’d say yes, but do you need to so blatantly rip off RE: Zero?”

After a moment of thinking, Malio snaps his fingers, and the world bends into the shape of a relatively small sphere with a five-meter radius. He begins to walk around the sphere, gravity keeping him on the ground even as he walks upside-down on the sphere. He walks until his head is directly above Femalio’s. His expression changes to a smile.

Malio: “See, far more interesting!”

Femalio snaps, and the world contracts, the ground closing in on itself. Femalio and Malio’s heads draw closer to themselves until they inevitably hit each other. Then the world springs back into place.

Malio: (pats the place his head was hit) ”Owwww, what was that for?”

Femalio: “That was for...for...Actually, I don’t know why I bonked you.”

Malio: “Wha-really? See, this is why I need to restrain you all the time, you don’t reason yourself out!”

Femalio: “W-well I was mad...so I bonked you.”

Malio sighs then teleports to Femalio with another snap. He then flicks her forehead comically.

Malio: “Eeeeexacly. You just go all-out all the time.”

He rubs her head with her hand, almost too small to reach her forehead.

Femalio: “Mmmph, fine. I won’t bonk you again.”

Malio: (face turns to neutral) “Good, good.”

Femalio: “You know, we didn’t morph the world much last chapter, should we explain it?”

Malio: “...I mean, I guess so. Take it away, sis.”

Femalio: (claps her hands together) “So, since this is our world, we have full control over it. I guess that you could say that we have a power system in our head. Subcontia has supreme control over the world, but she usually doesn’t interfere too much with our imagination...usually. And, we have secondary command of our world, basically...unless we combine and we start thinking like our conscious self in which case-”

Malio: “Keep it concise, sis. Oh, saying sis works really well for not making our names get annoying, let’s keep with this motif.”

Femalio: “Got it, hypocrite bro. Anyway, below us in power is literally every other part of ourselves. If we wanted to revoke their power, we’d just...black hole them. The only way they could override our power would be to gain direct permission from Subcontia or ourselves to.”

Malio: “The ever-reliable method of summoning a black hole to utterly annihilate parts of ourselves.”

Femalio: “I know, right?”

Malio: “How did you not know that was sarcasm?”

Femalio: (incredulous smile) “I did. I just didn’t care.”

Malio: (Raises two eyebrows in surprise) “Oh, power to ya then. Say, shouldn’t a side character be appearing about now to spice things up?”

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Narratia: “Discounting myself, no other side characters feel like coming out. Should I force an encounter?”

Femalio: “No, this is a good opportunity for the readers to bond with the two main...protagonists(I guess) of the story(if you can call this one).”

Malio: “How about we review something together!”

An awsome, caped girl appears with a burst of wind, ready to join in on the conversation.

Narratia: “That sounds awesome! What should we watch?”

Femalio: “I think we should talk about...that time I got reincarnated as a slime!”

Narratia: “Ok, let’s talk.”

Femalio: “...Are you going to leave?”

Narratia: “Why would I leave?

Femalio: “I’m pretty sure that the way we wrote the last chapter made you about as interesting as a rock. Also, you’re really-great at writing.”

Suddenly Malio comes to the rescue of my feelings. He holds a TV remote and clicks the mute button on Femalio. It’s gone as quick as it came.

Malio: “Why don’t we just talk about it together and flesh out you as a character on the way?”

I would probably nuzzle Malio like a happy cat for giving me screentime but...that just seems weird, considering the fact that I’m part of him...I think. What’s the point of being cute with yourself? Or being happy with yourself...

Wait, this is my mistake, everything I’ve written...everything I’ve done in this world, it was all determined by me. Femalio was right! I shouldn’t be happy with acting like a cat because someone gave me criticism! I should stand to the challenge like the awesome being I am, and write myself a real personality!

After battling with my emotions, my expression changing rapidly in front of my progenitors, my face turns determined! It’s time to make this story cohesive, interesting, and character-driven! No more will I tarnish this stupid *** world with boring, uninteresting characters, I’ll make it mine! Everything, everyone here will see I can be a funny, entertaining, intense, determined writer, even when I’m writing a series written to be episodic and ridiculous! No, not just that, I’ll play into being ridiculous!

Narratia: “Chaos control!”

Femalio(somehow unmuted) and Malio: “What?!”

Narratia: “Mortal fools! You believe you can override my authority!?”

I start floating, my cape fluttering in the wind like a bad****, and lightning arcs around the ground like I’m in a cheezy shounen anime!

Femalio: (whispers to Malio) [Should we let her take control of the world like this..?]

Malio: [Ehh, what could go wrong?]

The wind picks up, partially drowning out the noise of our paddle.

Narratia: “I’s time I write a good story, with good characters! (wait, I’ve already done that) I mean, It’s time to make this a sightly interesting story with slightly interesting characters...I mean, how could I possibly make this stupid as heck concept good?

Malio: “Yeah, point taken on that one.”

A vortex opens in front of us, dragging everyone in with unstoppable winds.

Malio: “Ahhhhhhh ooohhh noooo, I’m going into the vortex, there’s nooo escape!!! or something...”

Femalio: “ahh oh no I’m going into the vortex there’s no escape. What the hell is this stupidity? Actually, no, I can work with this...Ahem* No! It’s impossible! Nobody has ever made a story about such stupid characters that were made up in their mind for pure entertainment work! You’ll never even get to 100 views, let alone a thousand! Don’t kid yourself, Narratia! You will never win! I mean, I’m not sure who you’re competing against, but you will never beat them with a concept this stupid, Narratia! Give in to the bad writing side!!!”

And with that, our two protagonists are sucked into a vortex and are now trapped in a domain of my own creation, that will test them to the greatest extent of their abilities, and bring balance to the World of Subcontia!

You know...I’m liking having full creative control of this story! I think I’ll make it wonderful...yeah, this will be so awesome!

...Censoria, stagia?

Y*ah?

Oi?

...Looks like I need to...modify you too...

tha* sou*ds ominous, Nar*atia...

that ders sund preeeeety omnioos, nert gonne lie friend.

...Don’t worry, it will make you better...It’s all for the best! This will be such an awesome story!