Off the Script

Emptiness

| [ { Reader 3RD POV } ] |

As a reader when it came to a story, you were pretty used to being put into the shoes of characters that the ideas and unique stories your favorite writer spun together and released for the enjoyment of their followers. However, when they stopped posting, you weren't worried. You were fully expecting for the stories to continue and for more to be written within a month or a less.

So when a couple of years had passed with no progression or new stimulus for you, you decided you didn't want to wait around any longer. There was just one small problem. As far as you knew, you couldn't do anything about it. After all, you weren't the writer, and only the writer could alter your path for you. So, without a storyline being written for you, you did nothing.

You stayed as you were, in your unfinished stories that you liked so much.

And that's all you did for eternity.

. . . . .

The End

You started to finally pick up your feet, starting to slowly walk
forward into the unfinished and ominous white void in front of
you, seemingly walking on nothing at all. You take one last
look behind yourself and back at the linear path that used to
be the story you were stuck in, before turning away and
continuing on into the undeveloped.

You know for a fact this shouldn't be possible and what you doing
would ruin your experience. You don't know why you were doing
this, you were pretty content with the nice and unfinished story
you were in before. You had thoughts of turning back to it.

You brushed these thoughts off, still lumbering forward through
the white empty space. You may not have known where you
were, but you definitely had a destination fresh in your mind. So
continue on you did.

You had no idea what the hell you were doing or why, all that was
clear to you was that you definitely lost now and had no way of
turning back to return to the place you were at before. This was
certainly a bad decision.

You didn't care.

You just kept walking and walking... until eventually, you came across a room with pure white all over. The desk, the bed, the dresser, the computer, and the chair all shared nearly identical shades of white. And occupying the chair was a figure of pure black, a shadowy aura coming up off of them as if they were shrouded in darkness. They had their head laid down on the table as they seemed to be asleep. You go up to their side and look over their unique appearance for a while before putting your hand on their shoulder and shaking them lightly.

"Hhhhggg... whaaat... leve me alonee..."

You don't know what to say, so you just shake them again.

"Stopp titt.... I'm tiireed..."

You still don't know what to say. So you shake them again.

"Ugghh... way to be annoying..."
They rouse from their sleep and lift their head off their desk,
looking up over at you as they tilt their head in confusion.

"Huh... Well I certainly wasn't expecting to see you... at all.

How are you even here, you should still be in those stories
that star you."

. . . . . You point at their keyboard.

"What? What do you-- Oh, let me guess. You want me to makeyet another story for you to enjoy as the main protagonist.Well that sucks for you, because I don't wanna. So, please goback to whatever story you came out of."

"No. Not until I get a story"

.....

The figure lets out a long drawn out sigh before laying their head back on the table.

"Fine then."