Been a while.

"Ok, back here, though I am not drugged. First timer! Also I am talking to my creator. What?"

"Well, I am here just to answer some questions, whatever."

"This is my creator huh. He looks like Izimoto with a legimate African hairstyle."

"Percival, it's just cut short. I'm mimicking Izimoto to a degree, only my hairstyle is true to my actual real life appearance."

"Okay, first question. What the hell do you look like?"

"A civilized African American, rare in our society."

"You mean America?"

"No dumbass I mean Venuszula, yes America!"

"If you're so civilized, why are you writing Fanfiction?"

"Pierce, a actual author needs practice. I am writing a book I hope to publish, so you all are practice at writing love able characters, even if I'm failing."

"Okay, as far as stereotypes go, Izimoto is the middle man with a decently balanced personality, though still very light-hearted and joking. Pierce is the raw warrior who everyone takes lightly at first when he loses to an upgraded main character after being nearly on par with him, and ends up being the most serious out of all of us. Then I'm that complete troll who's favorite pastime is to use one's emotions and mind as my playground, overall being bad comic relief yet when I need to can be quite useful and rather threatning under certain conditions. Kind of like Pumbaa, except less of a sadist. Then Dark Soul, I don't even know."

"Okay then, can you name your main character of your real book?"

"Deathstone. Don't stare at me, it's an Egytian anagram, have fun decoding it."

"Not even trying. Let's see... Compared to Zorcan, how strong are you?"

"I am his God status to you, times infinity. I am, well my subconcious, is responsible for his existence."

"You have one fucked up subconcious."

"You think that's bad? Just guess where the idea of sadistic Dark Soul came from."

"You're actual concious?"

"Give Pierce a prize."

"I am not giving that man a blowjob."

"Why did you make him like that?"

"I based all off friends of mine. Cept for Izimoto, he's more me than anything else. Dark Soul, my more angry side, which is not as brutal, just serious."

"Why so serious?"

"Stab him once for me, would ya?"

"Sure."

"Any more questions?"

"No, not really."

"Short JC."

"I'll give you a freebie, you're fighting Arnold next chapter."

"What?"

"He will break free and try to murder you, good luck."

Needed, no, a in the fourth wall, yes. Bye.