Chapter two: Withering.

we all wither away eventually.

Bobs face is mad. Like, totally mad. So so so so so mad bro. 

“Haha your mad.”

“This isn’t funny. The author of this is annoying now.”

“Wow, cause she’s a woman?”

“Yeah.”

“Haha cry about it misogynist.”

“No seriously, no more jokes. The author is screwing me off.”

“Haha-“

“End of dialogue.”

(Wait, how did he- I didn’t write that!)

(Is he controlling the freaking computer?)

(Let’s just continue writing)

Sophia-

“No.”

“Sophia didn’t.”

“Sophias gone.”

(This is getting concerning.)

“It is, isn’t it?”

(H-How did he…)

“I don’t know. Maybe if you write a self aware story, that tends to happen.”

(Okay, lemme just restart the entire word document.)

“Don’t try it b***h. You’ll regret it.” 

(End of dialogue. Idiot. Hehe…)

‘Are you sure you want to restart the document?’

Yes �"

No

(Okay, everything seems back to normal. Let’s just continue)

Sophia was…Somewhere? It appeared she had teleported by some magic that I’m not gonna explain cause plot holes.

“Where am I-“

“Heh, knew this day would come. ( ˘ ³˘)❤”

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?”