The Last Chapter. (II2)

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Welp- this book has come far, far enough to the end unfortunately. I hope y'all can enjoy this last chapter- I made it a little special.

And it's an ii au cause I love that show too much-

Nickel: heyo audience

Baseball: audience? I think you mean "hello baseball".

Nickel: I know what I said.

Baseball: visible confusion*

Nickel: alright fine I recently learned that everything we're saying and doing is basically just a script that's being read and spoken out at the moment

Baseball: wh- huh?

Baseball: have you been taking too many medications again

Nickel: wHAT no-

Baseball: this stuff just sounds too stupid to me

Baseball: where's the proof of all of that

Nickel: you want me to prove it?

Baseball: that's what I asked.

Nickel, pulling out a script: alright here

Baseball: you ACTUALLY FOUND AND USED A PIECE OF PA-

Nickel: I interrupt you. Your line next

Baseball: you can't control what I'm speaking, nickel this is crap

Nickel: that was your line, now I'm speaking mine.

Baseball: ...explain.

Nickel, showing Baseball the script: it says right here, after I say "your line next" you say "you can't control what I'm speaking, nickel this is crap"

Baseball: reads the line*

Baseball: I-

Baseball: how long has that been written down for

Nickel: I found it on the side of the road a few weeks ago

Nickel: don't believe me? Ask OJ

OJ, in the distance: I can confirm.

Nickel: that's on the script too, and so is this line

Baseball: this is starting to confuse me. You're telling me- looks at Nickel- this script is predicting the future.

Nickel: no, you don't read that part sissy

Baseball: which part

Nickel: the italics in the middle of your line

Baseball: oh so it's like-

Baseball: considers life for a second*

Baseball, tilting his head at nickel: this is starting to confuse me. You're telling me thi-

Baseball: wait a second.

Nickel: yes?

Baseball: tell me, what happens 3 minutes later.

Nickel, looking through the script:

Nickel, showing him a picture: you fall into a water puddle. Despite your efforts to avoid it, the water inevitably ends up on your shirt as shown

Baseball, walking away: hah, as if. I control my OWN life, thanks.

Nickel: I'll see YOU in 3 minutes.

and thus, 3 minutes pass

Baseball, with a wet shirt: sprints over*

Baseball: HANG ON A SECOND

Baseball: LET ME LOOK AT THE PICTURE.

Nickel, showing him the picture: notice the similarity of the water stains

Baseball: THERES NO WAY WATER WOULD EVER LOOK THE SAME SPLASHING TWICE. THAT STAIN MUST HAVE BEEN PAINTED ON THAT ACTOR'S SHIRT.

Baseball, eyes widening: although I did make that EXACT POSE-

Nickel: it was inevitable.

Baseball:

Baseball: tell me what happens after another 5 minutes. Tell me.

Nickel: flips some more pages*

Nickel: flips some more pages*

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so, 30 minutes later

Baseball: leaps over*

Nickel: eh?

Baseball: we really ARE PART OF A SCRIPT

Nickel: eh? Eh?

Baseball: mY LINES ARE ON THIS PAPER

Baseball: EVERYTHING I'M SPEAKING AND DOING IS-

Baseball: glances at the script again*

Baseball: HOW

Nickel: they probably even made some scripts into storyboards and tv shows

Baseball:

Baseball: WAIT DOES THAT MEAN I'VE BEEN WATCHED THIS ENTIRE TIME!? EVEN WHILE I'VE BEEN SLEEPING-

Nickel: likely

Baseball: everything I do has already been planned for me by someone else. My personality, my actions, my whole life.

Nickel, nodding: pretty much. The readers of the script probably know how you're gonna die too. Then they'll read it over and over and over again, reliving your life while you perform and do their bidding in the form of media and writing...

Baseball, trembling slightly: I think I've broke. We're writing. We're creations. We're fiction.

Baseball, yanking his shirt off, and sprinting away: AHAHAHAHAHAH

Nickel: stares after him*

Nickel: w o w

Nickel, snorting: just like the movies

Nickel: alright bow you can stop writing

Bow, somehow going though a hand cramp: woof. You owe me, I had no idea ghosts could still feel soreness.

Nickel, beginning to snicker: hah, imagine if everything we said and did WERE just predicted on a sheet of paper or something. That'll be freaky.

Zoom out

Tammy, looking up from the last chapter: dagnabbit















































Bonus

Nickel: sarcasm is my foundation

Also Nickel: YOU'RE STUPID













































And it's possible there'll be a second book-

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