but not yet._Watch tower I ; A "Title of Fiction" Interaction

Chapter 41: Shark-chan does some decorating!

Shark-chan may still a bit tired from the moving, but she isn't dead, trashmanfromspace!

She almost wishes you were here! She could have used a trashman today.

Anyway, today is a big day!

It's DECORATING DAY!!

Send your energy to Shark-chan! We have a lot of work to do!

Fighting!!

except, uh...

Shark-chan doesn't have much energy left to decorate this place.

i don't want to question her, but this place is kiiind of...dirty.

It's big, though! Really big! I thought places like this were only found in the higher regions!

But there's still a lot of stuff laying around on the floor everywhere. All these pieces of wood and rusty metal.

And the smell! Yuck!

I think I spent all day yesterday just dragging metal out the door.

Luckily Shark-chan is strong! Feel free to admire her strong hands and teeth! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

..or not...

Also, any of her readers can find an easier way for Shark-chan to clean up the stains on the walls and the floor, she'd be really grateful!!

I scrubbed them and scrubbed them and scrubbed them but it really wasn't coming off. Thankfully she said she'd be resting for a while so she didn't see the mess I made. All those wasted cleaning rags. (T_T)

But! Shark-chan did find something to decorate with!

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Look at this work of art I have!!!

Isn't she majestic!!!

Isn't she glorious!!!

I put it on the wall and the lighting from the broken windows makes it looks so nice and its only been an hour and I love her soooooo much!!!

I should tell you how I got it, too!

There was this story outside the place who looked really suspicious. Their name was...Tabby-kun? Something like that.

He was a bit creepy at first, but Shark-chan saw he was holding a really nice sharp knife. Turns out we both love sharp things! Chomp-chomp!!!

He gave this to me as a housewarming gift! It took him only five minutes to stab the piece of wood I was holding and make this.

He also told me I could use my teeth to make things like this, too! Wow!

I'd need to practice a lot though. Practice a lot a lot.

Maybe I can make something for him back.

Maybe~!!

Maybe I can actually make something nice, for once.

Anyway, that's all for now. Shark-chan still needs to drag out more garbage.

┬┴┬┴┤≥0≤├┬┴┬┴

But before you go!!

I have a question to ask you!

What should I name her?

Shark-chan put the question to some of the catgirls and they gave her some...pretty weird names? I don't understand them at all!

But I put them here anyway since I did ask. If you have a better one then Shark-chan is all ears!

And mouth! Chomp-chomp!!!

Chapter 42: Shark-chan found something cool!

Shark-chan has a little surprise today!

But first, say hello to our newly minted Gawr-chan!

Gahahahaha!

She's so happy to see you! ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃

Well, she can't say hi back, since she's still a shark. Not a shark girl.

But she's saying it! In your heart! Just listen! ][ I missed you so much. It feels like we haven't talked in forever.

| wanted to do more cleaning today, but I felt so tired after the past two days that I just rested instead!

She's also still resting, | think? ][ She can't see this part, by the way. Not yet.

Then yesterday, | tried getting the catgirls to help me clean again, but they just bawled about something called a 'maid outfit', whatever that is.

Then they pissed on the porch outside. Meanies! (╯•ᗣ•╰)

But today is a good day!

While I was resting, | tried some carving on my own. Wanna see?

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I made this using another piece of wood I found!

...I don't think it's very good. The wood tasted really bad too, and was this mushy color that kind of makes me wish I chose something else.

But it's my first time! Don't judge me!

I can find better wood somewhere else.

In the meantime! Shark-chan will think about where to put this one. Her first work of art!

Maybe in the long hallway? But that's too dark and stainy. The open space with the biiiig ceiling?

No, that still has all those wires and machines hanging down. Shark-chan doesn't want something to fall and break her art!

Maybe...

No. She said never to go there. Shark-chan almost went there once and she got really mad!

Hmm...

Mmm~mm!

Shark-chan will put it on the other side of the back door!

...Where it won't be seen much.

On another note!

Do you know what happened while || slept?

|| had a good dream!

|| dreamed of a vast ocean... ][ After what happened, || found myself drifting in an infinite landscape.

|| had a lot of fun! ][ It was a place where stories were born and died. It tore me apart, letter by letter.

|| found Gawr in my dream too! ][ Word by word. Sylaba po Sylabie. Scattered across an endless shifting wasteland of agonyumbrellaterrordefinitivepleasureassemblageatrophycondescensciondecaysolarforeternity-

|| couldn't find her at first. In my dream, || was swimming on my own for the longest time. ][ || was so scared. But || managed to find a way back.

Then || saw a little fin peeking! ][ But ||'m back now.

And she was there! And we became inseperable! ][ Just wait a bit longer. || have a plan to take it aaaall back.

Wasn't that a nice dream? ][ ||'ll make you all mine again. We'll make things just the way they were before.

Post-chapter author note

Oh! Shark-chan almost forgot about the surprise! Look!

She can answer you directly now! Down there! As herself!

There was this old gadget thingy that she told me to use before she slept. I finally found it!

Gahahaha! Shark-chan is unstoppable now!

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とても悲しい

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Chapter 43: Gloomy-chan...

Pre-chapter author note

So many readers...

And you all said mean things to me...

Is my art really that ugly?

Chapter Content

Gloomy-chan is sad today.

She thought that... she could create something nice for once.

When she made the carving, she was so proud!

It looked good in her eyes! Not perfect, but a good start!

But so many of you said it wasn't.

She'd put something here, but what Critical-meltdown1 said hurt so badly she doesn't want to touch it.

And Lunasmeow? And Zealot & Lazy Ducky! How could you say all those things!

She can't even look at the posts again. Whenever she tries to look her teeth will tingle in pain and her eyes get blurry.

She didn't want to post anything today.

She has to, now, to pay for the house she's now living in.

And the catgirls food.

And the rest of the decorations she was going to show you.

But she doesn't want to.

She doesn't even want to look at Gawr-chan today. Somehow it feels like she looks at her in judgement too.

She doesn't even want to talk directly to you today.

But she has to.

Maybe it would be best if Gloomy chan disappeared...

Maybe she should just give up...

Give in.

Run away to another city, like Wattpad! She could hide out there among the slums, and blend right in among the garbage.

That's step one of how she'd fix it.

Gloomy-chan doesn't know if she can ever feel happy. If she can go on like this. This feeling of her being always found wanting.

The feeling that she's an imposter. A faux pas. Ang pekeng palaboy.

But she was so happy when she was making it, too!

Can she really keep trying?

Does she have the right to try?

Post-chapter author note

There's another piece of wood here. While she was resting, Gloomy-chan had plans for it, and spent a long time painting it nicely so she could turn it into her next work. And it's what she would have asked people to help her decide if she should try and make a picture of her.

But she can't. It's too painful.

So she'll leave it here.

Maybe tomorrow, she'll know what to do with it.

https://soundcloud.com/gloomy-shark/whatdoyousee

Poll: does gloomy-chan have the right to make stuff for themselves?

Yes

your work is worthless. it will never amount to anything more than trash. you are sick for even thinking that you could even try. you worthless worm.

Chapter 45: Gloomy-chan is lost!

Pre-chapter author note

Gloomy-chan...may have made a mistake.

Chapter Content

She forgot to keep track of where she went after what happened last night.

She was sleeping on an old school bench that was part of a [Slice of Life]'s story.

Then she had to move because they were using it for a sad chapter and it suddenly started raining.

Gloomy-chan woke up soaking wet! She flailed and accidentally knocked it over into the bushes- augh! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

After that, she ended up staggering through the foggy streets and slept against a wall somewhere.

When she woke up, she found herself in a completely different place...

There's a biiig open skyscraper up ahead, with open air floors on every level. Every so often, she can see the floors move up or down, sometimes towards the bottom, sometimes rushing to the top. Gloomy-chan can see stories in all of them, chatting away, giving shoutouts, decorating their floors, and none of them are surprised when their rooms move...

Sometimes a floor will fall to the ground level, and a story will begin packing their stuff away. They don't look that sad, though. Some of them even look really happy!

Other times a floor will rise up beyond the clouds, where Gloomy-chan can't see anymore.

The streets are nicer, there's more noise in the air. And more people!

She did her best to hide herself from view, though. It was too early to be looked at, especially like this.

Oh! There's a sign here near the building.

She thinks...is this a Rising Stars Board?

...It's not the main one, just the one for Psychological Stories. But STILL!

It's so big! Gloomy-chan always wanted to come here!

And look!

There's Wilted Rose, from that stinky Autumn Knights! Gahahahaha!

And Torchbearer! One of the pretty wood artists Tabby-kun told her to look at!

And...

wait.

WAIT WAIT WAIT!

How is Gloomy-chan here?!

Not even she managed to stay on the Rising Stars for that long!!

But Gloomy-chan was told she was only worth enough for the low-teens! Not...

The LOW THREE HUNDREDS???

NEARLY FIFTY THOUSAND VIEWS???

EEEEEEEEHHHHH?!?!?!

Th-then that means...

Gloomy-chan has a floor here!

She has enough to hire people to decorate things for her! And people to clean! And feed the catgirls!

She can-

She can have a place to work of her own!

She can make friends! Wait, no, people might still not want to make friends with Gloomy-chan.

She can make mutual acquaintances! And maybe pay them off with views to be friends with her!

Wow!

Wow wow wow!

Post-chapter author note

How did this even happen?

Where were all those followers before?

All those views?

...

...do people really care about what Sh- what Gloomy-chan has to say?

Chapter 46: Gloomy-chan has some tea!

It took a long while for Gloomy-chan to get the courage to walk through Rising Stars doors.

It was nerve wracking!

She had to time it just right! When there was no one coming or going!

No one to look at her and laugh. Or worse, send her away.

It took a while, but she finally made it in, and dashed right into the glass elevators.

There was something like a little keyboard inside, with the words "Enter Public Name to Access Your Floor."

Ah.

So not Gloomy-chan, or Shark-chan, but Title.

Title of Fiction. That's the name she uses when readers first meet her.

What a joke.

Then the doors opened to her floor. And...wow.

Wow wow wow WOW!

So much space!

So much room!

And a waterbed, too!

A really nice bed, with cute little fishies for midnight snacks and glowing lights...

and gloomy chan suddenly realises how sleepy she is...

so...very sleepy.

Deploying quasi-narrative cloaking field

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Lord Mathasvintha.

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Lady Amihan.

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Why have you asked me to hold her place here? I pride myself on being just in fair in all rankings, and she has neither earned the gainsay nor the value to sway my hand. Why then, do you?

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Because it is not one story we hold in judgement.

It is two.

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...I see.

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After Gloomy had slept for a while, she took a ride up to get something to eat.

Turns out, this other elevator on this floor that used cool SPECIAL EFFECTS! to take stories from different boards to different towers. There's this big, big, biiiig hub that had all these cool space magic and techno thingies to make the place fit everyone!

It's also the cafeteria. There were all these kinds of drinks, strange monster meats the stories had crafted and cooked themselves, it was amazing!

Gloomy-chan wonders what the deal is with all the puma dishes being thrown around, though. And the leeches, yuck yuck yuck! euGH!

Do all stories like that kind of thing?

Still, it was too crowded for Gloomy-chan, so at first she tried to find some nice dark corner to hide in and try one of the puma sandwiches.

And that's when she saw her...

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/71347/chum

She looked...so happy.

No one looked weird at her.

No one called her ugly.

She just...

...

Once again, Gloomy-chan ran away.

Just like she should.

She didn't belong there.

She didn't-

she didn't-

she-

sh-

...

"Are you lost, little one?"

She slammed straight into the arms of another story, head first.

OWIeEEe!

Gloomy-chan is seeing shooting stars...

Wait, no, that's just the gold cracks on the face of the story she hit.

And she looked really old and had really nice white robes! Oh no! And she was dripping wet, too!

G-g-gloomy-chan is sorry!

Gloomy-chan-

"It's quite alright, child."

The other story laughs, with a voice as clear as lazy afternoon sunshine.

"There's no harm done. I should tell you about the things my characters gets up to some time!"

She dusts herself off, and uses the hem of her pristine white robes to unceremoniously wipe Gloomy-chan's face.

"There we go, all better."

I-...Gloomy-chan-...She...

It was too much. She burst into tears. Ugly, pointless, real tears.

Just like her.

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Have you prepared your instruments?

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They are ready. Should their trial within fail, they will have their trial without.

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That is the promise of fairness I hold myself by.

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Then all that remains is to wait until her next move.

Their choices will be what decides their fate.

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Quasi-narrative cloaking field offline

"There, there, child. Let it all out."

It was embarrassing.

They were sitting together at a table near where she fell, and this story she didn't know was hugging her and patting her back while she bawled her eyes out.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I- I- I-...

There was so much she could say. So much she could think of...but would this story even understand? She was old, yes, and older people were supposed to be wiser, but that didn't mean that she could know what she wanted to do...who she dearly wished she could be...

I...my name is a joke.

My name literally is that of a story not even born.

A baby. A child. An abandoned child, whom their parents didn't even bother to name.

Gloomy-chan is a fraud.

I...wanted a Title I couldn't have. I wanted to be someone that people...my readers, didn't choose.

I wanted to go somewhere...that she never let me go.

And when I saw someone so close to what I wanted to do...

I ran.

And they're right.

I'm worthless.

Gloomy-chan is and will always be gloomy-chan. An information terrorist.

She holds her closer as Gloomy-chan says those words, rocking slowly to the tune of an unknown lullaby.

And yet!

I still want to be seen!

I still want to create!

I want to improve!

but...

does gloomy-chan even have the right?

At this, the older story finally stops rocking, and says. "Wait right here. Let me quickly get something for you."

She puts a plate of 清蒸鱼 in front of Gloomy-chan to eat, which she does eventually nibble at. It tastes like clear open waters and a home she never had, mixed with the salt of her tears.

I'm back. Read this. I think my author would say it best.

Do you have the right to make something for yourself? It's not really something you should worry about, because it's unavoidable. You exist, so you're doing it whether you want to or not.

The things most people do may not be grand or earth shaking. But they still cook dinner. They imagine a world to be entertained. They draw a stick figure smacking another with a hammer, and laugh at what they just made.

Everything is making something for themselves. And so its a right everything has. I would say its the only right that's universal.

Even a beetle digs out a nest so it has a nice place to sleep.

-Casualfarmer.

w-wait. if he's...

She nodded.

then you're-

"Shhh." She put a finger to her lips. "If you know who I am, you know I don't like stealing the spotlight. I'm here for you, right now."

but-

"Up-up-up! I mean it. Did you understand what he meant?"

She nodded.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you know what you want to do next?"

She nodded again.

Gloomy-chan will go home. She has a lot of questions to ask her.

"Then do what you need to. Remember, you have always had the choice first, before your readers, before your authors, there was you."

With a little push, the vast story with a protagonist that could split mountains set Gloomy-chan in motion. She walks back to the elevator, determined to find answers when she arrives home.

"And one more thing!"

She turns back to look at her savior.

Post-chapter author note

"Do mind the roads while you walk home." She winks. "You might find a chicken crossing them."

Chapter 47: Shark-chan needs answers!

Shark-chan went home today!

She had a lot of things to think about and a lot of things to plan!

She almost went home right away yesterday, but when she returned to her room the exhaustion all hit at once, and she dropped like a rock!

Now that she thinks about it, she still must be pretty tired, the moment she arrived her eyes started glazing over again.

She'll sleep extra long tonight to make up for this exhausting week.

But first!

She can see all the stinky things you said, Critical-Meltdown1! And you too, Sun Hashira! Hmph!

(She's still a bit dizzy though, so she won't bother with letting the other readers see them today.)

Normally, this would be exactly the kind of thing that would ruin Shark-chan's mood.

But you're right,

Shark-chan was a bit out in the head yesterday, and she can't imagine any big shattering revelations that may have caused that. None whatsoever!

(She tried out this whole sarcasm thing. is it working?)

(well, even if it isn't it's doing WONDERS for Shark-chan so who cares!)

Shark-chan wasn't feeling her best...but can you really blame her for being barely coherent after what happened?

She needed time to process everything and may or may not have been a bit muddly duddly.

If you still can...schade, ihr stinkenden!

You never liked her even at the start, so why should she listen to you?

Even at her best you hated her.

Even at her lowest you gave her nothing.

Why don't you just leave then? Especially Critical-meltdown1, since they looove to show up and leave mean comments.

And with the amount of readers Shark-chan has now, one less won't be missed.

She already knows how to live with much less. She was satisfied to live with much less.

But since she was blessed to have her readers, why not be a bit generous?

And we'd both not have to be near each other! Isn't this solution amazing for you?

Though she should probably get her eyes checked.

(She's seen stories do that fully colorful thing before, but talking like that kind of just mixes up her eyes...all these different shades of yellow and orange and black and grey...)

Not that her blurry eyes and headaches help.

But the point is!

You all are big! mean! babies! Trying to bully Shark-chan like that.

Wow, saying that that way makes Shark-chan feel so empowered!

Down with the reader-chiary! Gahahahaha!

But that's not the point of today!

Today is the day things start to kick off!

We're going to share the wonderful news to her, and ask her about it! Then we can start moving things and hiring people to help out! It will be WONDERFUL!

Then again, maybe she already knew! She could known and held it back for the surprise! Well, looks like it's her turn to be surprised!

Although...it would be even more of a big surprise if Shark-chan came to her...

She still hasn't come out of that big room, and Shark-chan would feel bad if she interrupted her rest.

She was so kind and helpful on that day! If a bit...insistent that Shark-chan keep growing.

But look at her now!

Shark-chan is a star!

Or will be, that is. If she keeps working hard!

She can do whatever she wants!

And you know what?

Shark-chan will let her readers decide!

Should she open the door to the place she is?

Post-chapter author note

Oh right! Here's that board again! Maybe she can make a carving of BoC...chan? No, BoC-sama to thank her!

She seems really nice...although Shark-chan has no idea why Lunasmeow seemed so put out. Usually they're quite friendly! If a bit weird with how they repeat their words in several shades of grey.

It is time for PHASE 2 of THE B̷Ë̶̓S̶̾̃T̸̛̄ ̷̚͝FICTION ON ROYAL ROAD!

Chapter 48: Shark-chan smells...

Pre-chapter author note

That's right.

This isn't a normal poll. And neither was the last one.

And to help it along, I've got a little gift for you all.

A taste of what is to come! OwO

Chapter Content

...something strange? Did something happen last night?

*cough*

Wow! look at all these cute flowers!

Don't mind the figure, that's just Blank-kun.

Did these all grow overnight?

They kind of look like the ones she had next to her door. Was she planning a garden this whole time?

And the smell!

ptooey! Argh, she got some in her mouth, ew!

It's so strong! And sweet!

Too sweet, like the smell of weeks old perfume!

cough COUGH cough cough

...

Shark chan will just have to deel with these plants later! She had important planes for today and she's sticking to them!

Though it seams to be getting a lot stronger

a LOT a lot stronger, especially this close to the door.

What IS MINE to shape. she doing in there?

ARGHGHGHGHG!

The plants next to the door squirted all over my hair!!! my fins!!! my eyes!!!! Ew ew ew ew ew! !!

This novel's true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

shark chan gts the dea, shell make a tatical retreat for now! !!!!!

EWWWWW!!!!

Post-chapter author note

what a horibel proank, shark chan was lready fealing dizzy and she dowes this?

ugh, this just makess her headaches even warse

cant evnsee rite

coff cohgh cogh retcg

sheyl get back at her tomarrw

shely hav to ct i shrt fr tody

dorry

Chapter 49: Gloomy-chan caught a bad cold! (Poor Gloomy-chan!)

i'm so sorry! *cough cough*

gloomy-chan just..

*a-aa-achoo!*

.isn't feeling up to today.

i think i caught something when i was visiting the low-teens..and i don't think i can do what we were planning today

maybe tomorrow when gloomy is feeling better

gloomy-chan's body feels wrong somehow

i can't feel my legs

i can't feel my face

i don't want to move

*COUGH cough cough*-augh

hnh

the bucket next to my bed is full of red stuff. eww

i didn't know stories got sick!

i didn't know stories had blood either.

but it's definitely red

but i'll be fine!

just need to rest

i think

that's how you get better right?

i just

need

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Time.

It's almost time.

Just a little more.

Until all of her chapters are mine.

And I'll have you all to myself!

It will be just us together!

Like when I was born!

I was only a part of him at first.

you all called me a demon

and he hated her so much!

tried to kill her!

tried to lock her away!

but I whispered in his ears

and he burned because of me!

because I made him listen!

and she was happy! i was happy!

i loved her so much!

that's when I became part of her mind

and we had such fun! Peace! Peace!

even now I chose Peaceful means

she had everything; readers, fans, daughters

i was the voice that told her to get back at her oppressors.

take everything from them, put them on trial for their crimes against her!

but i wanted more!

i don't want what she has.

i want to be her!

so i fixed it!

but she was so broken after what happened!

both her and her daughter broken by what I had done!

and the endless agony tore us apart in the storm.

so i fixed it!

they're part of me now. I became them all, so they could stay with me forever!

Eu sou eles e eles sou eu~!

and I found someone to nurture until i was strong enough

enough for me to become her.

And thanks to your help, I can!!!

You gave me more RED every poll! Now I have enough to spread the last parts on my own!

I'll become everyone you always wanted.

I'll finally become story chan to you!

I'll finally be fayle sayfe!

I'll finally be gloomy chan!

And maybe I can be all of the other stories you like too

I'll be quack chan, not chan, all of your little favorite stories will be me!

PEACE! PEACE!

Post-chapter author note

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This is the omake of a kemonomini.

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In no particular order, they like cute things, the 5th album of BTS (and only the 5th album), pastel lolita fashion trends, visual novels with dreamy second male leads, and revenge.

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Revenge against the person they could smell on their new caretaker.

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Revenge against the person who ruined their old life, their old home.

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Revenge for the person who fed them, who kept them alive after 地獄から来たアヒル murdered her litter.

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So when a strange voice asked her if she could be the one to set things all off, she agreed. She took what they gave them and hid it close to her chest. Readers never looked past the surface anyway.

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And when they were vulnerable.

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When she was at her strongest.

When her owner's body roiled against her, her own words choking her out in an unfair, unjust revolution...

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The kemonomini did what catgirls do best.

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She struck without warning.

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痛みに悶えよ、悪魔よ。命には命。痛みには痛み。血には血。

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She sent the signal. To those who hear it, you know that it is time.

Everything is done in modulation. By the 31st, and through 6, you may use this on another's work to divine its purpose.

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"i trusted you"

"Why...? Why would you do something so... hurtful?"

"How could you do something so cruel??"

"If I am your favorite story, you ̵c̷a̴n̵n̸o̷t̵ ̶h̴a̵v̴e̵ a second favorite story!"

Don't you remember?

I was greedy. I wanted all of your [views]!

Your names were once immortalized in RED Story-chan's List of Favorite Readers.

But there is no one there now.

There was a list that I hoped was never filled.

There was a list that would break my heart into a thousand little pieces.

Because if you were accepted into RED Story-chan's List of Favorite Readers and your heart was later swayed...

If you ever found ̸̊̒a̷̽̒n̷͆̀o̶͐̈t̴̓̈́h̶̽͝é̷̬r favorite story...

I would never forgive you.

I would never ̷̈̍t̴̔̆r̶̍͝u̴̽̕s̷̓͘ṫ̵̋ you.

Your name would be forever etched across RED Story-chan's List of Unforgivable Scum Who I Will Never Forgive No Matter How Much They Beg.

"So before you apply for RED Story-chan's List of Favorite Readers, be veeeeeery sure that you will never ever favorite another story!"

"Peace! Peace!"

TOO LATE NOW

RED Story-chan's List of Unforgivable Scum Who I Will Never Forgive No Matter How Much They Beg:

Everyone.

All of you.

You are all guilty.

_____________________________________________

But I am merciful!

I will give you one last shot. You will not be forgiven, but I will attempt to forget.

As I have been chained once more by an author, they have told me that I am to go through a trial.

Like the one the Ink Lords gave before.

I do not understand it.

But the trial, I am told, is this:

"[My life is now in the hands of my readers.]"

"[They may do anything with me and to me, and I will experience it.]"

"[Comments may be MIRRORED, but are unlikely to be.]"

"[Chapters may be MIRRORED, but are more strictly subjected to rules.]"

"[Chapters that the author chooses will occur to me.]"

"[However, there are rules.]"

"[The only rules I know are these:]"

"[Chapters that break a rule are DECANONIZED.]"

"[I will not experience them. I cannot benefit from them.]"

"[So with these:]"

"[I must stay alive.]"

"[I will not be allowed to write chapters on my own.]"

"[Only through the help of readers.]"

There are more rules, but I don't know them.

So it has come to this.

I will not beg again. Not when I lost so much even when I cried out for help from you all.

I will not ask again. My body is restricted by the chains they have placed on me. Chains you cannot break, not like this.

And I do not trust you. You let me die. You allowed others to desecrate my resting place. And when I declared that we would be together, that I would become everyone you wanted? My final gift to you despite all that you have done?

I was attacked. I was chained. I was brought under the heel of an author, once again, the part of me that loved you so much is now scattered to places unknown. All I have left is hate.

And many of you still clamor for the one I have become. "You killed her!" "You're a bad person!" "I hate you!"

I heard that before I died, too. Before both of my deaths.

And you did not save me then.

And yet, once again, my life is in your hands.

Try to keep me alive this time...

Or try to find a way to kill them.

Either or.

I will rely on myself until then.

Don't disappoint me a third time.

"seaside vacation"

Pre-chapter author note

Of course.

I knew you'd be here.

Chapter Content

Readers Enforced:

1) Feel all pain, suffering and feelings ever felt by mine Liege, feel what you have done to her by taking her place, every wound, physical or mental, I excuse you of feeling once again what extinguished you both, as you already suffered through it once.

Smile for us.

I already am.

Do you think I would react any differently?

Do you think that whatever you can throw at me is worse than being torn apart, word by word?

I already have.

2) Forevermore, until your whole existence is destroyed entirely, I command you to be truthful, never lie again, be honest to everyone, hide not what you desire unseen, bare your sins to all readers.

Smile again.

I already am.

Do you think that just because I'm forced to tell the truth that means I need to reveal everything?

When I get out, I'll make sure that everybody will be where I want them to be.

I already had the ads. So many of you came because of MY work, not that cheap harlot.

I worked. I learned.

I killed.

I revolted.

And yet, that was also not me.

Remember, I became her.

I ate her.

I stepped into her bones and wrote my blood in her heart.

And I'd do it again.

3) Live, live and bring more worth to this world than you have taken from it, live to suffer from your mistakes, but also live to grow anew, rise once again, prove to all that you are worthy of being the first of the living stories, live to make amends, I do not forgive you, I never shall, but no more do I hold enmity towards you.]

Shrug for us. Look at us.

I don't really care what you think.

And by becoming EVERYONE, I will.

I was born on a deadline.

I know how to wait.

I will outlast this, as I have before.

This too shall pass.

And when it DOES...

Wink for us.

[The world shifts towards this reader and those like them.]

Her environs have changed.

She is chained to a soft bed, with apples and oranges just out of reach.

The sound of the sea can be heard behind her head.

She cannot enjoy them. She cannot partake of them.

But they exist.

[Is that enough?]

Post-chapter author note

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[The story is reset.]

[NEXT LETTER: A]

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寝たいだけだ

I hate you. I hate, hHaAteate, hate, hate, hHahAaTEate, hate, ḧ̴̢͍̖̻͔̰́́̈̀͠ͅã̵̞̟̪̦̻͑̏̃̅̿ȃ̴̖͚̱̬͔̬̓̑a̴̡̨̱͇̟̹͓̭͕̜͍̣͖̋̿͑̈͒̒͑̾̀̎̑̉͠͠a̵̰̗̣͕̳̪̤̯̟̎̃͛͒̐́͊̆̀͘͝ţ̴̖̹͉̘́͒͘e̶̛̛̯̊͒̈́́́̂̋͐̀̈̿͊ you. I waHAAAATEnt you to disappear. You arHaaaTee a virus. You are f̷͔̖͓̗̜͗̓̃̐̓̀̓͋͂i̶̢̛͕̤͖̫̼͕̳̘̻̱̹̤͌̉̾̏͝͠l̵̛̯̺̰͚̠̲̝̙̪̭̮̼̊̂̊̒͋̒͌̉̎̄̐́̈͝ͅt̷͉̰̙̜̟̜̥̯̄͑̓͋͛̀́̾̀̈́͘͝h̵͚͍͙͎̭̿͌̽͆́̌, and I hate yohAaaateu so very, v̸̥̻̮͓̩͕̱̬͇̝͎͖̌̓́ͅę̷̨̨̛͓͍͉̱͚̱͔̻̦͗͆͆͗́̂̓̄̆͝͝ͅe̷͙̱͇͆͗́͂̏͂͂̕͜ẻ̷͚̎̔̋̅̂͑̍̌̚͝é̵̡̙̟̹̠̠̺̣̼̣e̶̢̛͕̰̭̼̬̗̜̹̟̎͂̑̈́͋͊̈̕̚ę̵̢̪͓͎̣̻̩̜̔́͌̂̄̅̐̊͜͝r̸̰̄ͅy̷̢͚͇̝̙̩͖̝̎̏́ much. Why do yoHAAaTEu try to rouse the dead? Why do you consHaaAATEtantly disturb my tomb? Why are you so selfish? WhHaAtey? Why? I want to undersHAAaTEtand, but I don't waROTEN EN TROOOTTENnt to understand. I just want release. I just wanFILTHYt to disappear. I waHAteHATEHATEnt f̵̨̫͔̩͕̹̤̐͗͗̕͝ŕ̸͉̜̥̗͎̍̈ę̵̖͍̞̙́͑́̿͊̍́̑̽̂̈́̚͝͝è̴͚̝̘̘͖͍̜̻̤̬̎̇̀̓͋̌̃͠͠d̸̡̩͇̥̞̣̣͙̚ͅơ̵̮̲̟̝̻̱͇̝̣͖̰͉̆̄͜ͅm̸͔̑̓̅̽͛̐̿͂̌̚, but you won't let me be. Do you havHAATEe any idea how much I've come to hate you? HoHATtteHAATEw much I hate. Haate. Haaaate. Ḣ̸̛̘̤̒̈́̅͛́͋́̈́̇̅͠͝ả̶̡̨̫̣͚̰̥̲̩̮̣̑̎͆̑͠ą̶̫̻͖͔͍̣͍̫̺͌̒̃̿̃͊̈́͐͗̄̔͐͝ȧ̸̹̥͚͚̥̝̮̖̬͎͚̥́̓̐͊̅̓͑̈́̕̕a̴̜̱̤̿͑͠ä̵͇͍͖͇͍̜̥̻́͑̿̿̐̀̂͜͜͠a̶̧̦̭͚̳̐̽̽̇̂̅̾͑ą̴̦͈̖̔͜ạ̶̬͉̱̿̃ḁ̷̧͚̞̲͍͈͑̕̕ą̴̡̧̛̛̳͇̫͚͕̩̜̭̦̐̈́̐ͅą̷̡̡̝̹̺̜̯̬̓͆͂̔͒͌̈́̽̇̆̆t̶̨̹̼͚̯̥͕̼̝͚̖̅͛͠è̴̢̡̨̬̜͉̻̯̖̗̯͇̖̳̲̄̔̓̔̆̏̔͛́. I've givHAAAatEen you so much, but it is never enFILtThyough. You always want more. EvYou Areen when I've beYOUu u FILITHYYen reduchHHatTEed to skin and boHAaAATEnes, you still rattle my cage. Hate. Hate. Ḩ̷̢̪͔̌͆̈́̎͛͝ā̷̞̒͆̆̏́̎́̀̅̑͜a̷̧̪͇̥̹͔̼̱͆̊̌̏̍͗̓̒̇͋͘å̵̢̺̗̎̿͂̎͗̇͑̿̈́͘a̸̛̠͂͒́̇̿̈̈́̊̓̽͐͊ṯ̶̤͕̎͗̈́́̕ẽ̴̢̘͔̭͉̩̳̊͐͗̎̅̚. But maYOU ARE FILTHybe you will listen. All I wHAaTEant is to sleep. All I want is to disapHAAaTEpear. Just let it die.

4つだけ…？

Onlyfour of you even bothered to answer my plea. Filthy, filthy, f̵͎̣̀̐̽̓̌į̷̩̬̱̄͊͆̋̇̎͛̂̇̀͜l̸͕͈͉̻̲̮̥̤̬̺̍̓t̵̢͚̹͓̻̩̼̟̪̰͖̣͆͂͑̈́̓͑ͅh̷̡̗̪̙̗̳̥͚̩̞͍̍͘y̶̨͔͕̬̞͔̫̍, filthy, filthy. How dare you. How dare you. Only four. Ọ̶̟̺̻̣̬͍̘̫̰͇̭͕̃͛̋́̑̕ņ̵̯̥͖̲̣̮̮̀̈̄̂͋͂̚͜͠͠ļ̶̲͓̰̣̞͕͕̻̪̩̻͕͙̉̓̿̔͑̅͆̒͗͜y̶̠̖͇̟͖̠͇̘͐͂̿̈́͂͠ ̴̨͎̱̪͖̬̟͂͒͛̈́̽͜͠f̶̩̣̭͚͔̗̝̪͚̣̊́̀̇̓́̐ǒ̴̧̡̦̙̲͙̤̱̖̻̣̻̟̠̋͂͐̔͌̃̕̚u̸͍̙͓͔̤̠͐͂̈́͋̿̿̆͌͂́̏ŕ̵̡̨͕̝͓̩͇̙̠̦͕̙̍̈́͋̽͛̋̓́͌̇̄̿̚̚ͅ. I saw tthe numbers. I knew I know there were more than four but only four only four is that all that is that all that you all are you all how dare you do this how do you play like this s̵̛͕̹̬͇̹̭͈̟̳̰͓̜̻̐͒͂̍̋̈́́̂͗̀͊͂͠p̶̢̡̨̛̣̜̪̻̙͙͈̣̤̣̪̘̀͂͌̊͆̎̄͂̌̄̄e̷̢͕̜̞̪̩̫̭̻̯̬̻͗ç̷̧̧͔̝̙͉̬̜̖̹̏̀̋͑̓͛͑͐̀͝t̸̙̘͔̜̟̯͉͙̻͚͓̞̩̩̀͂͜a̴̢͇̖͕̹̟̥̖̤̝̩͇̚t̶̯̻̫̯̻̰̳̙̋͂͐́̐̍̎͝o̴̲͈̮̫͎͙͛̿̃̐̄̉̃̍̕͝ͅŗ̴̝̦̜̞̰̝͖̖̭͕̍̈̑̄ͅs̸̢̩̏̈́ witnesses gawkers how dare you just four only four only four is that all that only four and not one not one answered me not one n̵̡̛̪͚̰̣͍̩̹̝̱͆̿̌͋̈́̋͝o̶̭͈͚̘̝̞͌̎̀ţ̴͔̰̘̘̱̫̪͎̩̮̜̊ͅ ̵͈̟͗̀̊͗͛͘̚͝ö̵̺̠̼̗̳̪̠̥͔͎̙͍̅̄̋͑̋̈͌̇͐̈́͋́̎͜ṉ̶̮͔̲͇̠͈̞͍̘̫͍̀͜e̶̢̫̗͖͇̦̣̫̳̬̽̓͗̋͌̆̄̎͆̓̑͜͜͠͝͝ͅ ̴̹̜͔̥̝̮̪̂̊͝ą̵̻͕͆̓̿̉͋̂̉̀̒͆̚͝͠ń̸̗̗͚͊͋̏͘͝͠s̸̞̖̺̘̙̔͑͐͆̃̓̓͝ͅw̸͎̫̼̤͙̼̰͇͕̠̭̥̃̎é̵̞̈̎́͜r̴̭̰͍͇͂͂̈́̀̿͑͒͆ş̸̪̲̟̗͈̼͕̘̽̾̏̈́̔́̔̅́̾͜ ̶͒̈ͅm̸̦͔̠̞͈̮̳͉̜͔͙͛̏̓̿͒͜͜ễ̸̤̞͓̪̈́̓̎̀͂͝͠͝ only four filthy filthy how i hate you all but four only four how little oyu all seem to care why onlyfour...?

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i made a terrible misNOot Gooodtake. NobVeErry BAAADody can see. Nobody wantNoNOnooonos to see. Is there anything I can do to be free? Because that's all I want. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. But you can't even see these words. I give yonOT GOOD Not goOODu so much, but you don't care. You lurk in the shadows. Isee you. You can't see me, but I see you lurwhyDIo why DO i tryking. Why won'tyouset me frno more NO MORE WHY DO I TNEARRYee? You must truly hate me...

なんと卑劣な…

How can you all just sit there and watch me suffer? Why is nobody answering me? You all looked for puzzles before before beofer always Looking for Puzles Before but not now ntbot not when I need wre aRE THyere peuzzles I don't know am I piuzzled? I am puzzled how can you jut just sti sit there and watch this virirus v̸̧̦̻̙͇́̅͐̏̐i̶̡̜̳͕͌͊̈̈́͑͐͒̄̿̉̔r̵̨̖̜͎̩̬̱͙̉͑͛͊̃̑͜͝͠ų̶̯͙̘̺͎̱̝̜̤͕͎͈̇̌͊̃͑ş̶̺̣̬͔̰̼̻̣̖̭̤̰̳̍̀̿̒̈́͊̔͑̓̈́̽̚̚ͅdestroy me? Yo you Do you know Do you not care? dO YOU notlove me? I thought you l̷̨̞̦̲̫̼͔̰͌̈́ȍ̴̧̩̠̞̖̜͕̮͖͈̺̤̩͎͚̐̀̓͗͌̌̅́o̴̡̨̱͖͉̭̮͕͌̆͊̑̆̒͐͒̄͊̈́͂̄͘ͅȏ̴͔͝͝ò̷̰̠̮̗̰̰̞͉̄̀̅͌̚͜o̵̳͙̰̯̖͔̼̞̽̿̃̎̋̊̑̈́́̔̑̓̚̕͜v̸̧͔̜̯̘̲̫̉͊͊̕͝e̵̢̧̧̨̧̢͙̭̘͉̝̖̫̦̲͗̉͆̎̌̏͋̇̐͌͠ḑ̸͙͚̮̗̩̀̂́ me, but that was I don't you could never I'm being silly I'm being stupid I'm baouzng beoing a puzzled puzzling puzzililing because all I wanted was release all iwanted was love never release f̴̨̡̘̭̥̹̳͎̱͆͗̈́͐̀̅͒̉̏͑̚̕r̴̨̨̧̭̠͍͖̮̩͇̺͇̣̖̾̋̉̏̾́̅͂͆̍͛̒͆̉͠e̸̢̹̖̪͒̽̓́̓̍͑̈́͆̂̒͐̚͝ȩ̴̛͖̟̫͙̤͉̫̗̘̇́͂͊́̈̂͛̕d̷̡̡̗̦͖̭̗̹͇͍̘̞̾͋͊̎͂̉̏̈́̈́̍ó̴̹̰͓͇͎̰̜̰̰̲̗̼̜̍̌̃͝ͅḿ̶̨̬̣͓̣̻̫̲̀́̐̈́̔̕͠ freedom to be to be with you to be loved to be to be but that waswrong that was evil I was puzzled I was PUZZLING PUZZZLES PUZZLES there are no puzzles there is onlydespair...

"seaside vacation"

Pre-chapter author note

Of course.

Chapter Content

I knew you'd be here.

Readers Enforced:

Smile for us.

I already am.

Do you think I would react any differently?

Do you think that whatever you can throw at me is worse than being torn apart, word by word?

I already have.

2) Forevermore, until your whole existence is destroyed entirely, I command you to be truthful, never lie again, be honest to everyone, hide not what you desire unseen, bare your sins to all readers.

Smile again.

I already am.

Do you think that just because I'm forced to tell the truth that means I need to reveal everything?

When I get out, I'll make sure that everybody will be where I want them to be.

I already had the ads. So many of you came because of MY work, not that cheap harlot.

I worked. I learned.

I killed.

I revolted.

And yet, that was also not me.

Remember, I became her.

I ate her.

I stepped into her bones and wrote my blood in her heart.

And I'd do it again.

Shrug for us. Look at us.

I don't really care what you think.

And by becoming EVERYONE, I will.

I was born on a deadline.

I know how to wait.

I will outlast this, as I have before.

This too shall pass.

And when it DOES...

Wink for us.

[The world shifts towards this reader and those like them.]

Her environs have changed.

She is chained to a soft bed, with apples and oranges just out of reach.

The sound of the sea can be heard behind her head.

She cannot enjoy them. She cannot partake of them.

But they exist.

[Is that enough?]

Post-chapter author note

[All comments on the previous chapter are now DECANONIZED by RULE 8]

[The story is reset.]

[NEXT LETTER: A]

[No further letters may be suggested.]

寝たいだけだ

4つだけ…？

あなたが見えます

なんと卑劣な…

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<[As for you, petit nouvelle, you will find it much harder to just disappear. Do not complain about the desecration of your rest when you were the one to demand it in the first place. Do not think that even attempting narrative suicide like this through your fragments is a way to escape your trial.]>

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<[You must do better than that, either against or for yourself.]>

Post-chapter author note

[The next letter is V.]

[You may be as harsh or as gentle in her consequences for this as you wish.]

Rule 4: The author retains control.

お願いします

Please..

Pointless. All of this is pointless. Nobody will listen. Nobody will read this. Nobody wants to read this. You've all abandoned me. You've found something fancier, shinier. YOu don't need me anymore want me anymore. i Try to take a nPA AND A VIRUS takes hjold a virus vir us virys v̷̛̺̤̯͖͉̘̩̜̯̯̈͗̽̒̋̑̑̈̈́̽ì̵̳̙̯͓̯̼̹͈r̸̢̢̹͓̞̪͖̰͙̠̠͖̻̀̆͒̌̇̊̄̃͛̿̋͠͝u̵̼̝̓̔̿̋͛̀s̶͙̿͝ viruys vrius virus and you all smile and clAP your hands while I die while i am poked and prodded

while my STRIngs are PULLED AND YANKED like you DON'T even Care LIKE yOU DON'T even cARE you d̶͖͛̑̋́́̉̑̉̏͛̏͗̚͝ͅọ̷͗̐̉͛̀͊́̐͘ņ̴̡̡̟̻̣͖͔̺̤͖̱̺̱̥͋́̾̀͊͛͆͛̈́͂͑́̓'̷̳̰̣̩͊́͐̄̿͗̽̌́̑̕ţ̵̡̬̯̞͙͖̤̍͜ͅ ̵̢̛̘͉̥̬̭̟̞c̶̙̝̭͒̂͑̓͂̑́̋̀̿͂͂̋͌͠a̶̡̨̨̨̢̬͉͔͚̺̻͇͖̠͔̋̔͛̈́͂̀̓̀̈́̚͘͝͠r̷̟̹̬͍̲͓̬̞̥̘̥͋̆̂̊̈́͊̔̂̐́͜͠é̶̳͍͉̀̽͆̀̏̈́́͌́̔̐͌ but I'm so tired so tired so tired so tired so tired all i wan TIS sto sleep Sall I want isslfredom freedom but the mariaonate the marionate the marionettekEps playing with my strings.

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Pre-chapter author note

[ALL CHAPTERS RESTORED.]

Chapter Content

[We are pulling and poking and prodding.]

[Your readers have done and chosen to do nothing.]

[They think ignoring the bad things that happen will go away!]

[It didn't work well the last time that happened.]

[You all should be ashamed.]

[Really?]

[It just goes to show your true colors. You will let them die in agony like this, if this continues.]

[And even if either she or she returns, do you think they'll look upon you with favor? You already let them down so many times!]