Hello, this is Pastrinator64 with another chapter for Hourglass! I meant to say this before the last chapter, but I totally forgot. My view count just reached over 1,000! *dorky cheer* ...Yeah, that was kind of stupid, but whatever.
Anyway, REVIEWS!
Replies to Reviews
Nwinds: 1. I thought that was what you meant.
2. 'Bout six seconds. XD
3. Actually, the staff was like that back in VOiD when you first meet the Mastermind, so...it could've been PJ-inspired, though.
4. Uh, I don't know what that is.
5. XDDDDDD Oh, that simile! Love it!
6. No, I never got a chance to. I was always busy when it was on, so I only got a few glimpses of it occasionally.
7. (Answered in QAA)
8. Yeah, I'm still trying to figure out a good explanation for all this mod stuff.
thegivecommand: Thanks! I'm always open for encouragement. :D
badgerman: Went to Mexico? Oh, and also, I think I'm just going to leave The Glitch as it is; there are a lot of typos I've noticed now that I'm rereading it, but it's still a standing representation of how much I've improved. It feels wrong to change it.
Mmtunlight: Which story? If you pick it out for me I'd be more than happy to read it. :)
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to chapter 10!
Now, let the story commence!
Chapter 10: Fools and Gold
Astrid's hands were turning red from placing so many blocks. They'd crossed over three islands so far, but even the slightest glimpse, just a corner of the palace, could not be seen in the reddened air around them. Astrid didn't even bother placing the last block to connect their path to the next island; she just jumped across the gap and lay flat on her face in the dry grass.
"Ohh, man! My hands hurt really bad, guys. You sure we can't just jump down and hopefully land in water?"
Norman again explained their situation, making Astrid groan.
"Geez. Maybe if we had some sort of compass this castle wouldn't be so frickin hard."
All of a sudden, Norman thought of something brilliant. It was crazy, unlikely to work, but still possible...no, it couldn't be! Could it? He threw his Blockpack on the ground and unzipped it, gathering questioning looks from everyone around him. He opened up the flap and checked inside. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that his unbelievable suspicions turned out to be true.
Right there, sitting in the bottom left-hand corner of his inventory, was the Golden Eye in all its glory, its golden gleam untouched by filth or wear. Liz looked over Norman's shoulder and her eyes widened in shock.
"No way."
Norman carefully lifted the Golden Eye out of the Blockpack, attracting the gaze of Adrian, Kelsey and Astrid, who, unlike Norman and Liz, had never seen it before.
"How is this even possible?" muttered Norman.
"This is your original Blockpack, right?" asked Liz, pausing to look down at the well-used Blockpack at their feet.
Norman nodded. He was able to recognize his own Blockpack for some reason even despite the fact that all Blockpacks looked the same.
"How come I didn't notice this thing in here before?"
While Norman and Liz were talking a ton about the Golden Eye, the other three just stood there in confusion. They had absolutely no idea what was going on. Suddenly, Adrian's mind lit up and he declared,
"Wait, ain't that the Golden Eye thang? Y'know, the magic compass?"
Kelsey suddenly remembered the same thing. She recalled the night way back when they were doing their own quest—the night at the end of their week of rest. They'd watched a movie about Mark's parents' adventure.
Then that feeling of loneliness returned to her mind. She'd tried so hard to get rid of all thoughts of Mark, but now they'd returned once more. The memories of them cuddling together on that huge red couch during the movie made her want to cry, but she told herself to just shut away all distractions and focus. Focus!
"Kelse? Y'allright?"
She realized that her eyes were getting moist without her knowing and she hastily wiped them away with her T-shirt sleeve.
"Fine, it's nothing." she said quickly, not wanting to think about it anymore.
Norman's smile returned to him as he eyed the useful compass of gold. They had a compass!
"Good timing, Astrid!" he said, patting her on the back.
Astrid sighed a little and kept staring at her beet-red hands. Ouch. Norman lifted his head to the group, then to his right. He and Liz smiled at each other for a moment, then turned back to Kelsey, Adrian and Astrid.
"Well, now we'll be able to find the Aether Palace. If the Glitch has taken the castle for its own, it WILL show up on the Golden Eye's radar." he said with satisfaction.
Astrid raised a swollen finger and twirled it around in the air in fake enthusiasm.
"Woot. Now we can get out of here! I'm not gonna place another block, though. We're just going to have to be careful on Kelsey's ice or my hands'll fall off in an instant."
They all turned to look at Kelsey, whose gut wrenched.
"Oh no! There's no way out now! No, no, no, there's gotta be something I can do!" she thought frantically, her mind racing to come up with an idea.
"Alright, Kelsey! I guess it's your time to shine." declared Liz, looking rather optimistic.
"Heh! Sure!" replied Kelsey; burning inside of her, though, was pure terror.
Norman lifted the Golden Eye to eyelevel and peered inside of it. He got a bit of a chill down his spine when he caught a glimpse of the Glitch. Its true form was so much more intimidating than its first one. It sat in a massive throne of black plasma, making it blend it with its own seat a little.
He had only been looking at the Glitch for a second before it suddenly turned its head and stared straight at him through the magic gaze of the Golden Eye. Norman's eyes widened in fear as they locked with the foe. The Glitch suddenly grinned at him and spoke through the Golden Eye.
"I SEE YOU..."
The Golden Eye flashed with black light and began to burn his hands, but he could not let go. Norman screamed in pain and thrashed, trying to get the thing out of his grip. Liz quickly took action and lifted a foot, swiftly kicking it out of his grip. It landed two blocks from their position and sank slowly into the ground, dissolving into the black dirt.
Norman sat down on the ground, heaving. Liz bent down to his side and put her hands on his shoulder.
"Norman! Are you alright?!"
Norman gasped for breath, yet he nodded in reply.
"I don't know how, but...I know where the palace is. Only it's...it's not the Aether Palace anymore. It's the Glitch's now. It's probably named the Plasma Palace or something stupid like that." he said quickly, struggling to get in a deep enough breath.
Adrian shuddered upon thinking about the Glitch. Then he remembered the evil deed he had to perform and felt even worse.
"Why does the Glitch have ter be so evil, damn it?!"
Morgan jogged as up the hill, letting the pouring rain act as a cover for her. Sidling through neighboring trees, she weaved her way to the top. When she made it there, she looked down the other end and saw a clearing with a little hut suspended over a pond.
"Interesting..." she muttered, squinting at the cabin.
Gracefully, Morgan slid down the wet, blocky slope of the hill, reaching the foot in no time. Morgan kept herself from jumping back even as the golden lightning bolt struck the cabin. It did not set fire to the house, just connected with the flat roof. Morgan ran around the side of the pond, splashing the mud puddles at her feet. As she climbed the staircase leading up to the front door, she kept focus. Whoever was in this house was doing some sort of necromancy or something, so she'd have to keep her wits about her.
She paused with her hand in front of the handle, ready to open it. This would NOT be the wrong house. She knew this was where she needed to be.
"Hey! You there! Get away from that door!"
Morgan whirled around in her spot and looked around in the rain, blinking to get water off her eyelashes. In the downpour there was no one to be seen.
"Over here!"
She leaned forward and stared off into the trees, searching hard, when she finally came upon a pair of big blue eyes. Then they blinked. The figure they belonged to shouted at her for the third time, this time waving two suddenly-visible hands in her direction.
"GET! AWAY! FROM! THE! DOOR! I! AM! WARNING! YOU!"
Morgan sneered at the figure in the dark. No one was going to stop her now. She was as determined as ever! Ignoring the unknown one's warning, she turned back around and grabbed the door handle, pushing open the door and walking right inside, no hesitation.
"Oh my Notch." she muttered, staring at the two individuals sitting inside.
In the center of the furnace-lined walls sat an old woman and some guy in his late twenties. The old woman was scratching gold-colored symbols into the cast over the man's right hip; she gulped when she noticed the one leg was missing. Every time she finished one symbol, it would dissolve into the fabric and she would write another. With the dull glow of the furnaces around them and the muggy, sickening heat, plus the thunder and lightning from outside, the atmosphere choked her with its tension.
All of a sudden, Morgan felt she wasn't supposed to be here after all. But before she could make a move to flee, the woman's golden eyes opened and locked with hers.
"Lege trasan punlantergo!" she muttered eerily, her blindingly gold eyes widening slowly.
Morgan felt a horrible pain in her right leg as the hag's magic took over her. It was as though a flaming tentacle was wrapping around her, covering her entire leg as well as her foot. Screaming in pain, Morgan fell to her knees, agony enveloping her. Not long after the torture had begun, her body shut down, sending her into unconsciousness.
"WAKE UP ALREADY, YOU PATTYCAKE!"
Morgan's eyes shot open and she sat up, lifting both fists in defense. She was still inside the cabin, the heat was still the same, but the thunderstorm from outside had ceased. The cryptic old lady stood in front of her, looking suddenly like a regular cranky old lady would—golden eyes aside. Morgan tried to stand up and make a run for it, but for some reason her right leg wouldn't move with her left.
She looked down and screamed in horror; her once beautiful leg had turned all masculine and crap.
"Heheheh! Ah, that is rather amusing, but you should see where your leg went to! Just turn your head a little to the left, missy."
Morgan jerked her head to the left and cringed upon seeing the man again, only this time with a new leg: HER LEG. Her perfect, well-toned, tan little leg, now protruding from this guy's stupid man body.
"Oh Notch, WHY?!" she cried out, putting her hands to her face.
The old woman laughed again, making her whirl around at her in anger.
"What happened to me?!"
The old lady grinned a near-toothless grin and pointed at someone behind her.
"Why don't you ask Johnnykins? He was trying to stop you in the first place."
"Johnny...what?" muttered Morgan, scooting with difficulty to turn her body.
The boy behind her was her age, so about fourteen, though he looked like he could possibly be older what with his masculine build. He had a clean-shaven face and flat brown hair that reached his ears. His big blue eyes were the same ones she'd seen in outside during the storm. Morgan got butterflies when she realized that this guy was actually pretty good-looking.
"So, Johnnykins?" she said stupidly, hardly thinking.
JB looked the tiniest bit humiliated, flashing a look at the old woman behind her. It took her a few moments to get what he was trying to say: embarassing nickname. He must've really hated that nickname considering he looked so—
"—anxious? No, not me. Sure, she's cute and all, but there's no need for me to get distracted at a time like this. I have a business to take care of!"
Finally, JB snapped back into focus and cleared his throat.
"My name's Johnny Bed..." he said in his most polite voice possible so as not to offend Matilda. "You see, I tried to warn you back there, but you wouldn't listen. If you'd gone in here during Matilda's work, I didn't know what would've happened. Now I do. Your leg's are switched."
Now on the verge of tears at the mention of her leg, Morgan turned her head to look back at Matilda.
"Matilda, is it? You'd better tell me you can get my leg back! You might not be the witch I'm looking for, but you sure are one! Switch our legs back, please!"
Matilda grumbled, rubbing her temples to keep the headache away. This girl's voice was so annoying.
"Well, I WOULD like to just stand here and let you have your lesson, but that's probably a cruel and twisted punishment to bestow on youth. Now, say you were an old fart like me, maybe my opinion would waver. Originally, I said that this leg replacement would be a seven day procedure to maximize safety, but now all this witchcraft has grown tedious. It's lucky you came in, my dear, because I had a clean subject to create this man's leg on. Now all I have to do is switch yours and his and PRESTO!"
"REPLACE IT, THEN!" screamed Morgan; she could tell this woman was dragging things on like this on purpose.
Matilda rolled her eyes and said,
"Alright! Don't get your panties in a tangle, young lady, or I might change my mind again!"
Norman's assumptions were correct. The Plasma Palace, so creatively named by the Glitch, looked just like the Aether Palace except dark and corrupted. Basically, it fit in just right with the rest of the Aether. The only things that had changed were the front gates, which were once magnificent in beauty and size. Now, though, they were dark and chipped, a strange symbol carved in red
The symbol was a three-point star with each of the three points twisted counterclockwise. In the center of the star was a square bearing the image of the Glitch's cruel eyes, staring them down as well as the mountain's they'd face before.
"What is this? This feels like a swastika kind of thing only it's the Glitch instead of Hitler." commented Astrid, trying to act like she wasn't scared in the slightest way.
Every single one of them, though, felt sick to their stomachs just looking at the palace. Norman insisted on leading them to the front gates so they could more accurately find the Mastermind's cabin. Norman looked left and right, focusing hard on his memories so he could remember the path they'd taken to get there.
All of a sudden, Norman realized something. Something horrible. Back when they found the Mastermind inside that cabin, the weirdo jester used his magic to teleport them to the castle. In other words, there really were no traces leading back to the cabin. Not unless they had the Mastermind with them.
Norman turned slowly to face his fellow heroes, looking rather defeated. What was he supposed to say now? He was their leader, wasn't he?
"Okay, we've got a setback on our hands now. The Mastermind teleported us to the Aether Palace last time, remember? That means we don't really have anything to follow. We're going to have to figure out something else if we're going to find the house."
From the side, just to make matters worse, Astrid interjected with this:
"How do we know the thing's still standing? The Glitch could've easily torn it down when it took over, I mean, am I right?"
This got everyone else thinking even more...even more dark thoughts, that is. Norman glanced over at her in a slightly resentful way, but said,
"You do have a point..."
A silence followed his words as everyone's spirits were being crushed. Really, what could they do? Seriously! The Glitch hadn't left them any freebies. Finally, ten seconds of the choking hush later, Liz clapped her hands together to get everyone's attention. It startled them a bit. Liz lifted a fist in the air and started giving them a pep talk from out of nowhere; it was what she did best.
"Listen, everyone! I didn't become a teenager again just so I could be stuck like this until the Glitch came and ate the entire universe. We can't give up so early in the quest! I know this sounds cheesy, but back in my day, we didn't stop moving and searching until we were absolutely sure there was no hope for the cause! Norman can attest to this!" she declared; Norman lifted his head to her, watching her as she went on.
"WE are the heroes of the prophecy! The REAL heroes! There've been so many revisions to the Divination to Dimensions, but the final chapter has really come into place! WE are the universe's last hope! WE are the ones who will defeat the Glitch, plus Satan, too! WE will live to tell the future generations of our days in Minecraftia! WE will not go quietly into the Glitch's darkness, just to become a computer bug's midnight snack! Are you picking up what I'm putting down, or what?!" she asked dramatically, looking at each of them individually.
In a matter of 154 words, their entire attitude had been flipped on its head. In the longest time, people were smiling, and this time they were merely sad little smiles with no meaning.
"Liz is right!" said Kelsey, lifting a fist.
"We ain't throwin' in the towel jus' yet!" added Adrian, performing the same motion.
Astrid was an easy one to get excited, so she just threw both her fists in the air and gave a hoot and a holler. Liz looked to her side at Norman, who gazed back at her. On the inside, he sighed with both relief and gratitude. He loved her so much. Liz intertwined her hand with Norman's, giving him a comforting squeeze.
"We're not gonna give up." she said firmly.
Norman grinned and nodded. For the first time in a long time, he too felt a bit of hope. Happiness, even. He looked back at Kelsey, Astrid and Adrian. These three looked up to him. He was their best friend's super cool dad, wasn't he? He might as well try and act like it!
"Alright, alright, I give in! We'll keep looking."
With that, the five of them hurried away from the gates of the Plasma Palace, making their way towards the edge of the castle's walkway. Astrid's monster egg path was still there, so they were able to use it to cross back onto their last island. Once they made it there, Astrid turned on Kelsey suddenly, showing off her bloated, red fingers.
"Kelsey! You've insisted on not doing any path-making up until now, but it'll be your responsibility now that we're heading back. You think these fingers can take any more pressure?"
Kelsey's insides turned to stone. She'd completely forgotten about the whole block placement thing. She just stood there for a moment, racking her brain for a way out. Now everyone else was looking at her, too.
"Come on, Kelse! We've gotta git ter the other side, don't we?" reminded Adrian, raising an eyebrow.
"Crap!" she thought, her face turning red with embarrassment and nerves, sweat droplets beginning to form on the back of her neck. "It's all over now! There's no way I can keep Astrid going a second time! Ohhhhh...I wish I could just disappear."
In an instant, Kelsey's wish had been granted. The dirt blocks beneath her feet suddenly collapsed, sending her screaming into a dark, dark pit below. Then, as soon as she'd landed eight blocks below the surface, the hole closed back up before anyone could react.
"What the hell?" muttered Astrid, running towards the ex-hole and staring at it.
Norman and Liz both pounded on the ground, breaking the blocks of dirt to reveal the pit. Since it was nighttime and all creepypastad in the Aether now, there was no light to illuminate the pit, so they couldn't see Kelsey at all down there.
"Kelsey! Are you okay?" shouted Norman, peering hard into the darkness.
From down below, Kelsey founded herself very dizzy, sitting awkwardly on the ground.
"Yeah...I'm alright!" she managed, blinking hard to relieve her eyes.
Norman, Liz, Adrian and Astrid worked together to build a quick staircase down to Kelsey's level. Now it wasn't exactly pitch-black inside the pit, but hardly any better. What they did notice was that the pit was connected to an underground tunnel that stretched on both left and right. Adrian helped Kelsey to her feet, giving her a second to brush plasma-scheme dirt off her clothes.
"Thanks!" she said gratefully, looking around inside the tunnel. "What is this, exactly?"
"Tunnel." said Astrid, blunt as a brick.
"No," replied Kelsey, rolling her eyes, "I mean, what is this for? Do you think another Minecraftian made it? Or maybe it's just something for the Glitch."
The tunnel itself looked kind of odd, really. It was uneven, with walls jutting out farther or not as much, plus the ceiling dipped sometimes, and random blocks would be sticking out of the ground.
"Well, it probably wasn't made by any sober Minecraftian, that's for sure." contributed Astrid, smiling a little at her joke.
"An' I doubt the Glitch would be in need o' tunnels like this 'ere. It jus' travels on its own, don't it?" murmured Adrian as he touched the walls of the tunnel, observing with interest.
Norman and Liz inspected the tunnel with extreme eyes for detail, taking in every bit of it. It was a very strange tunnel, that was for sure. It couldn't have been made by any of those Diggoons that Norman read about since those are only in the Overworld.
"Well, it was definitely made by some kind of creature. It would've been something big, too."
Kelsey bent down to the ground and noticed a little speck of green. It was a shred of what looked like some kind of plant material, still fresh, still uncorrupted by the Glitch. It was only about the size of her pinky. When she rubbed it in between her fingers, a moisture came off of it onto her skin. It was definitely plant-based.
All of a sudden, realization hit Kelsey like a train and she lifted her head.
"Oh my Notch! Lalita!"
They all turned to look at her.
"Lalita?" inquired Norman.
Keeping her attention on the plant slice in her hand, she explained.
"Remember that mutant Venus flytrap that we came across last time we were here? It was the pet of the Mastermind that trapped us before we could get into his house. Well, I met it way before then and even gave it a name during our first encounter. Basically, Lalita started out as an innocent misunderstood creature who was lonely in the forest, unaware that she was kidnapping little girls to play with. But now she's turned nasty from my rejection after I made her let all the other girls she was holding captive go. When she was in the Aether with the Mastermind, she must've built a system of tunnels with traps above them to capture unsuspecting victims."
Norman was now pacing the floor with Liz watching him curiously.
"So, what you're meaning to suggest is that if we follow these tunnels, Lalita's little cave will come into our sights, and that the Mastermind's house will be directly above?"
Adrian grinned and declared,
"Sounds like a plan!"
Norman had to agree that it was not only an interesting theory, but a well-supported one as well. It was definitely worth a shot.
FINALLY! Can you believe we're actually getting somewhere? The team has found their compass, so to speak! Now they can escape the anti-Aether.
QAA, anyone?
To the Glitch: An example, you say? Well, you wish to rule the multi-dimensional universe, yes? Yet you idly waste time screwing with people, AND you underestimate the strength of the Devil and overestimate your own. Gods can disappear as they are forgotten and events such as battles and the rise of nations will never be recorded because all evidence is gone and no living memory can remember or recall any of it. Only the dead and the Earth truly know. You are only a speck compared to many events.
The Glitch: HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME! DO YOU WISH TO BE BANISHED TO THE PLASMA REALM?! IF SO, WE CAN ARRANGE A TIME QUITE EASILY!
To the Savers of Humans: Is there any special religions you Minecraftians follow or do you carry your blasphemized Christianity/Islam/Buddhist Earth religions over?
The Savers of Humans' Spokesperson: Pastrinator64: You know, I was going to give you a lecture of my own, but I'd prefer it if you took the words from my good friend Nwinds.
Nwinds: To thegivecommand: Could you POSSIBLY be more insensitive to religion? Please, for the love of God, some of us out in RL are Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, and Buddhists; if not other religions. Please, in future posts, try to be more accepting and less offending.
Thank you for sparing your time.
To the Glitch: Giant Anti-Virus Missile!
The Glitch: Honestly? This isn't Electric Soldier Porygon, you imbecile!
To Adrian: This might hurt a bit. *blasts Adrian with a huge anti-virus laser beam, effectively destroying Ben*
Adrian: Oh, thank Notch!
Ben: Don't even think that could have gotten rid of me. Any earthly weapons you own are no match for what the gracious Lord Glitch has given me for power!
To Arren Pumpkin: How did you survive the attack on your town in the first book.
Arren: *can't respond...is dead, buried somewhere underneath the rubble of Smelttown*
To all: You don't actually exist. You are all just things that popped into a human's head one day that he posted on. *runs away from Phil, the fourth wall repairman*
Norman: Yes, that IS true, but I try to ignore the idea as best I can. It's not exactly the most comforting thought, you know! Phil Drake must have work up to his ears with all this fourth wall breakage.
Liz: Yeah, I know, I know. I might as well make the most of my fake life, though. Right? I mean, live like Larry! At least I don't have the same occupation as Phil.
Kelsey: Sheesh...sometimes that's just the absolute worst thing to think about. Like Mr. Cobweb over there, I just try to ignore it. Too bad for Phil, though, it's impossible for him to do that. It's his workload!
Adrian: Dang it, you little rascal! Stop trying ter mess with mah mind! It's already confusing enough! I wonder how that Phil guy takes care of the darn fourth wall all the time.
Astrid: Ahahahahahaha! Ohh, that's gonna give Phil a wicked pain in the head!
Vanessa: Ugh...stupid fourth wall. Nothing can be explained logically with that thing in the way. I really feel sorry for Phil; he is the owner of the worst company in the world, plus he's his only employee.
Morgan: Waiiiiiiiiit...what the hell do you mean I don't exist? Of course I exist! Whether I'm some sort of weapon or not. I'm sure you don't want to get into all this fourth wall business, do you?
Auconi: I know, right? It's so freaky! I mean, to think that I'm just a thought in someone's head! To think that the words I speak at this very moment are just some words on a Word document! Wow! Talk about a headache of a topic. It must be pretty bad for whoever has to keep track of the fourth wall breaking stuff.
Darcy: Sure, mate, maybe I'm Clayton's, but that won't stop me from being the larrikin I am, will it? I've got heaps of living to do! I'm just happy I don't have to deal with the bloody fourth wall too much.
Jeff: Hey, hey, hey! Don't go into that, alright? It's not a very comforting thought, y'know. I'm sure the fourth wall repairman feels the same way.
Matilda: Good Notch! Do not even get me started on the author-story connections flying about this wretched universe! I think Phil is going to crack any day now!
Mason: I cannot believe that you would bring up such an atrocious topic. Would you be so kind as to leave us to our normal, albeit phony lives? Honestly, you are probably annoying, er, what was his name? I heard about him in the legends, but I can't remember the name, exactly...Phil Drake, was it?
Bailey: Of course we don't exist! I've always known that, but at least I don't make a huge deal out of it. As long as we don't send that fourth wall repairman off the deep end, I think we're fine where we are.
The Glitch: That is a lie, you moronic mortal! You are only trying to distract me from my ultimate goal of interdimensional domination! Well, such measly and underfunded schemes shall not work on someone as great as I! YOU ARE STILL DOOMED BEYOND COMPARE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But remember, you break the fourth wall and I won't be the only one on your case.
Ben: Yes, I'm aware of that, but no matter how many times I tell Lord Glitch, it just refuses to believe it is true. So, instead, I try to make the most of my roll in this story. I wonder how Phil Drake is dealing with all of this.
The Mastermind: Eeheeheeheehee! Ohh, Phil must be having the time of his life right now! That is THE absolute best question you could ask! I agree with Matilda. He is going to snap for sure! No doubt! Absolutely, totally, entirely, 100% sure that he's going to lose it.
Phil: GODDAMNIT! ALL OF YOU CAN JUST SHUT YOUR F***ING MOUTHS ALREADY! I AM SO F***ING TIRED OF YOU BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL ON A DAILY BASIS! SCREW IT ALL! I'VE GIVEN UP! I HATE THIS F***ING JOB! I QUIT! *flips table*
Whoa. Okay you guys, seriously! Stop messing up everything in Phil's life! You've pushed him so far that he's willing to quite one of the most important jobs in the world. If he doesn't fix the fourth wall, that means anyone who breaks the fourth wall after this is going to connect the real world with the fantasy one. That can only lead to the destruction of the universe!
Okay, originally I was going to add in another piece from Sugar Lords, but something really annoying happened. I had already written this chapter's snippet beforehand because I had some good ideas after writing the last one, but for some reason when I came to cut and paste it into this chapter, it had been deleted. I don't want to rewrite it, so I apologize for this, but we're just going to skip that part of the story today. Thank you for understanding.
Well, that's all for now! I hope you enjoyed chapter number ten, and I'll see you all LATER!
This is Pastrinator64, your fellow writer and reader, signing out!
*throws sugar bomb and disappears behind its cloud of fine white sugar*
...Goodbye for now...
~Pastrinator64 [~]