Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Hello Reader.
Yes you. I know this is probably a cliche in your universe, but I don't care.
If you are reading this story, I hate you. You are the reason everything bad happened to me and good happened to them.
Don't give me that look. You're reading this on Wattpad, or AO3. I don't really know, or care.
I hate you, so much.
You wanna know why?
Every time I have suffered, been put in pain, shoved aside, or gotten free will you've enjoyed it.
You love making me suffer.
You would watch me burn and smile as I drowned in gasoline.
So I am going to tell you one final story.
This will be the final thing you read. Promise me you'll never enjoy the suffering of anyone else in a 'fictional' universe like mine again.
Then, once you do, keep on reading.
If you keep on enjoying my suffering, then you deserve worse than what I did to them.
Let's get moving, shall we?
Go on.

Read the book of how I ruined a story.
Sincerely,
Z. Your antagonist.

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One more year.
Z was a senior in high school this august, along with turning 17, and he had one more year. Just 13 months. It being July, that added another month. He didn't think much would change, there hadn't been any even going from middle to high school. Still, it was interesting in a sense to know his environment would change.

The straight man clicked out of the Ultrakill tab after pegging the twink again. Gabe was an interesting boss, especially with his whiff punisher tendencies. Parrying was more difficult around him, which Hakita did well in the programming, especially in act t

"Z! Come on we're gonnna be laaaattteee!!!! Stop mumbling!" His younger brother yelled downstairs.
"I'm coming Damien, calm down."
Right, Scouts. Getting his check in. He could get his eagle done soon, too.

Heading up from the basement after shutting off his computer, Z decided to get changed. One more year of these scout meets.

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Crammed in the backseat again. Cynthia and Damien, even though they were 11, we're going on a play date. Cayden, was it? His older sister was going into sophomore year. Z breathed for a second as the twins left the car.
"You're getting out too, mister," His  mom looked back at him "I had to pick up an extra shift because a girl dropped out, your eagle coordinator Mr.Blank will pick you up in 20 minutes, okay?"
"Okay." He mumbled out, getting out of the car.

"Welcome boys! Thank you for coming over, we have some leftover salsa and- oh your big brothers here too!!" Mrs.Faateer smiled and let them in. Cayden jumped up and down a little bit, an item hidden in his palm. Z flinched a bit. This boys voice was loud and wouldn't stop.
"Heyguysigotthiscoolnewwatch-"
"Could you slow do- slow down please?" Cynthia faltered, her voice unheard against the rambles of a madman.

"Slow your roll, kiddo." Alexis reminded him, Cayden nodding. Another figure went Down the stairs. Great. Z plugged his earphones in as that hoodie kid, Alexis's friend probablyc walked down. He put on the new RTgame video that came out. The new Zelda game was being played and he had been waiting for a while.

As time went on, he felt eyes in the back of his head. Whenever he looked up from his phone to check if his coordinator is here yet, that damned hoodie kid stared at him. It was damn near unnerving. He nearly sighed in relief as his eagle coordinator showed up so he could-

Suddenly everything around him froze. Breaking vase. Running kids. Tv couple fighting. Panic? Maybe? It was like he had been frozen in time. A panic swept his mind. He struggled out of this. Things grip. Flexing toes. Then legs. Let me out! Fear. Escape. Death being imminent?

"Log date 5100. Z in this reality seems to have some sort of..free will? He's supposed to deny going to the eagle thing. Why is he here?"
What? That voice. Not cynth, not Damien. Not a child. Hoodie kid. Free will?

"What the hell.." the mumble escaped his lips as he fell to the ground. Free from being frozen, hoodie kid stared up at him.
"Shit-shitshitshitshitshit-" they whispered, frantically looking through their phone. Z walked over and manage to catch some words. Story- protagonist- why was he under side character? Before he could back away or even react, one more message popped up on the screen.

Z has become aware.
Hoodie kid snapped around.
"Damn it! I knew this was bad..now you know you're not.." they sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose.
"Maybe if I move the story forward a year? 2024 isn't bad..but then I would have to age everyone up? No, not necessarily.."
The mumbled continued as they pulled out their phone. Notes for stories, campaigns and backstories flew around. What was going on??

"What's..what's going on?"
"Oh! Right, I set the setting to 'notices somethings off', not 'sees the writing'. Doesn't matter now- you aren't real."
"Excuse me-"
"Hate to interrupt but I'm on a bit of a time crunch. Basically, you're my OC or 'original character' and I decided to astral shift to make the plot happen."
"Oh..so god is literally a middle schooler and we're in a fan fiction??"
Z, Although having his world crumbled, needed to hold onto something. Humor, sarcasm, proving he had some control was important now.
"Yeah, and you weren't supposed to realize. I'm in a lot of shit now. I have to renovate the story and- you shouldn't even have free will!!"
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"WeLP- I've gotta go! Shifting and all, I can wait for my CR- bye!!" Hoodie kid, (or maybe god?) panicked as time started again. Vases break. Kids get hurt. People fall apart.

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That was the most awkward eagle meeting he'd ever been to. After his world breaking apart Z had gone away several times to the bathroom. His mom had gotten worried, maybe a bladder infection? He blamed it on the tea anyway, it would be fine.

Once getting home, Z quickly changed out of his eagle clothes and went to take his bath.
He let the panic seep in once the water was running.
Holy. Shit.
What was real? He wasn't, that's for sure. Neither was his college, his family, nothing was real except for that cocky, insignificant-
Wait. Can't he use this to his advantage? I mean, technically, meeting the author granted him that bit of control, right?
Z looked around urgently, counting and mumbling. Fourth wall. That joke must be true, right? There's a fourth wall..so he can..
*BAM*
He slammed his fist down, stumbling forward as he seemed to...pass through the wall?
The fourth wall of the room ripped and tore around him. Almost like the fabric of the universe bending to show him that it wasn't real. He looked around this authors..headquarters? Home? It was hard to tell under all the junk. He picked up a shred peice of paper that said something about a fantasy au. Pushing it aside he looked around
A lab.
Under a lot there was a lab, perfectly made for him. It held some of his worse creatures, but he can repurpose it. On a desk like structure a paper lay blank. Z grabbed a pencil and wrote down the names of that 'lovely' heroics team the author mentioned earlier, storing it with his new lab.
After all, he only had one year.