FGOD On Sporadic Crack

Chapter 5.5

     I look at the current title for this story at the time of writing this chapter.

    "FGOD on Crack"

     ...Hmmm-

     I should change this. It's not crack enough for this title.

     *The author yeets the title.

     Now what should be the new title.....

     Hmmmm-

     Hmmmmm-

     HMMMMMM-

     A hmm staircase has appeared.

     *The author slightly edits the title and puts the edited title back.

     There! A new title!

     *The author says despite only adding words to the old title.

     I narrow my eyes at a nearby pair of red glowing eyes.

     The sound of laughter fills my ears.

     *The author glares at nothing.

     "Wow, calling yourself nothing? You really need to work on your self esteem." I laugh.

     *We both know that I am the remnants of a human, a SOUL, long dead.

     My smile fades, the very air in this space feeling lowered.

     A new smile adorns my mouth, accepting and melancholic.

     "I know what you are."

     I kneel where I can see the faint form of a child.

     "You're what's left of a kid. You ARE a kid. One who's life was gone far too soon."

     I wrap my arms around them.

     "You're also a dorky nerd who narrates people"

     *...you get the distinct impression that someone is frowning.

     I snort.

     "Oh, and you reading-

     Thank you, and I hope you enjoy what comes next."

     *The readers get the distinct impression that the author will procrastinate.

     I shrug "Maybe, maybe not.

     Regardless, thank you to all who have read thus far. Farewell, until we speak again."