The door was open. The day was beautiful outside. Reality was waiting for him. The Nostalgia Critic looked back towards Doug Walker and the computer.
I'm the writer... and you're the character.
And at that moment, the Critic decided that he would not be a character. Reality was waiting and if it demanded the loss of some imaginary people, well then who gives a crap?
The Nostalgia Critic took his first step into a larger world.
The Critic walked out of the house and majestically down the street like a king. He observed the neighbours, how normal they looked, how realistic this place was and glowed.
"Well, hello, real people!" he yelled and waved at them. "Hello, real people!" he said to a couple who passed by him. And then he came to the end of the street and was just about to take the next step when he realized he had no money. So he ran all the way back to the Writer's house.
"Hey, Doug? Would you mind if I took some pocket money?" he asked.
"Oh, go ahead, my wallet's right over there-." started Doug but the wallet was already gone.
The Nostalgia Critic walked majestically out of the house and down the street like a king. He observed the neighbours, how normal they looked, how realistic this place was and glowed.
"Well, hello again, real people!" he yelled and waved. "Hello, real person." he said to someone who looked like a boxer.
"Ah, hello real Linkara." he said to Lewis Lovhaug.
"Doug? What're you doing?" asked a confused Lewis.
"I'm the Nostalgia Critic. Doug's back at the house." said the Critic happily and continued walking.
"Uh..."
The Critic then came to the end of the street and was just about to take the next step when he realized he had nowhere to sleep. So he ran all the way back to the Writer's house where Doug and Lewis were just talking.
"Hey, Doug? Would you mind if I took a sleeping bag?"
"Oh, go ahead, the sleeping bag's-"
The Critic was already in the basement and took the bag with him.
"Thanks a lot."
The Nostalgia Critic walked majestically out of the house and down the street like a king. He observed the neighbours, how normal they looked, how realistic this place was and glowed.
"Well, hello once more, real people!" he yelled and waved. "Hello, real people." he said to some people who drove by. He then came to the end of the street and was just about to take the next step when he realized he had nowhere to live. Or review stuff.
So he ran all the way back to the Writer's house.
"Hey, Doug? Can I take your place in the real world?"
"Oh, go ahead, wait what-?" started Doug but the Critic knocked him out, tied him up and dragged him downstairs. Unfortunately, Rob Walker chose right that moment to show up.
"Hey, Doug, we ready for the big announce?" asked Rob chirpily in full Santa Christ costume.
"Oh suuuure, what announce?" asked the Critic?
"You know, that you're quitting the Nostalgia Critic." reminded Rob.
"Oh, thaaaat..."
The Critic put his arm around Rob's shoulders. "There's been a little change in plan, Rob..."
"Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic and I'm back to remember it so you don't have to!"