Krystal's P.O.V:
"I choose," before I could finish Undertaker and a woman I hadn't seen appeared in the room, like magic, maybe she was a witch like me. "Hello everyone," the mystery woman greeted. She was young, had curly dirty-blonde locks, pale skin, and dazzling golden eyes. Instantly, the two demons brought out their silverware as well as the reapers their scythes. "Well, that's not very nice to a guest, is it Adrian," the women asked, with a slight pout. Undertaker, who I assumed was Adrian, smiled wide as he replied," Absolutely not, Author-Chan." "Author-Chan," questioned everyone. So called Author-Chan smiled wickedly as she brought out a pencil and started writing on some paper. All of a sudden, the reapers and demon's weapons were gone, replaced by flowers. "Um, what just happened," I asked, tilting my head. Author-Chan giggled as she explained," You see, I'm called Author-Chan for a reason, I make stories you see, just like this one. I can make anyone do whatever I want, whenever I want, if I want something to happen. I can also put myself inside the story I created if I wish as well as create other people and/or bend their personalities and thoughts."
"So why are you here, Miss. Chan," questioned Ceil. The woman smirked slightly as she answered," I'm glad you asked, Ceil. You see, this is a story I created, everything that has happened is because I made it happen. I created Krystal, made her personality, her intelligence, everything. Though I didn't create any of you, you're actually from a different story, but I decided to make this story about you and falling in love with my creation. Did you all catch on what I said?" Everyone nodded, though their expressions looked puzzled. "However, my readers have spoken to me and said that they would like Krystal be with Adrian instead; that's why I am here," she explained. "Wait, I don't get a choice," I questioned," that seems rather forceful." "Oh, don't worry dear, I can make you love anyone, you're part of my story. I can even make you have memories that you never had," Author-Chan stated.
"Not while we're around," Grell piped up. The Author didn't seem phased by the threat as she wrote down something on the piece of paper. All of a sudden I started to have vivid memories of meeting Undertaker before the carriage, how he made me laugh, how he calmed me down, and how he always took care of me. I start to find myself growing affection for him. "Now none of you will remember any of this and always thought Undertaker was a competitor for her heart," someone stated.
I blinked my eyes several times, to see Grell, Will, Sebastian, Claude, Alois, Ceil, and Undertaker sitting in the dinning room chairs. Right, I had to choose who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I stared at Undertaker's gorgeous green eyes. "I choose...Undertaker," I stated, hearing groans of disappointment and disgust. "I knew you'd choose me, love," he said, grabbing my hand," Lets go back to the shop, shall we?" I nodded, leaving my friends behind as I went inside the carriage with the love of my life. As we left, I saw a young women with dirty-blonde curly locks, watching the carriage leave. I blinked once and she was gone, I shook my head thinking it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.
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A Witch with Cats
FanfictionA teenage girl who lives alone receives cats from a break in. Nothing was taken, so does she keep the cats or does she send them away? If she keeps them, what will she do with them? What happens if they aren't actually cats, but people that were for...
