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(Written from my own perspective)

"Do you know why you're here, Bryce and Infinity?" I ask, turning in my swivel chair to face the duo of tall boys standing in the center of the room.

"Because you're an asshole of a writer and forced me into this?" They both smirk. They glance at each other.

It's funny how two boys, so similar in every aspect, can have goals that completely oppose each other over the course of their lives.

"Yeah, pretty much," I shrug.

"So, now I go to this school," Infinity says, looking around.

"Yep," I say.

"And Crimson and Shui go here too?" Bryce asks, crossing his arms in from of his chest.

"Yep," I say, snapping my fingers to summon them.

"Bryce! You have a name now!" Crimson says, hugging him.

"Oh god," Bryce says. "Please don't tell me I'm the boyfriend character,"

"Why isn't she hugging me?" Infinity asks dejectedly. "I'm supposed to be the boyfriend character,"

"Nope. You're the platonic best friend, Bryce" I smile. "I'm not in 6th grade anymore,"

"Thank God," he sighs with relief.

"Oh, and Infinity, umm, within the games, you do some pretty awful shit to her," I mention. "I'm gonna poof you two back in love, if that's alright. I still kinda ship you two,"

"I used to be the tallest..." Shui sighs.

"Yeah, you went from tallest male and tie for tallest character at 5'10 to second shortest male, Shui," I laugh. "Bryce, although fairly short in real life, is 6'6 in here, and Infinity is 6'9 in this. I think both of them are compensating for something..."

"Shut up!" Bryce yells, shooting a thunderbolt at me with his staff.

"Okay, I will prove to you that I'm not," Infinity says, starting to unbutton his pants

"EMBRACE THE SHORT!" I laugh. "And Infinity, I'll take your word for it..."

"NEVER!" Bryce yells back.

"Fine, fine," Infinity says, readjusting his school uniform pants

"Whatever. Go back to your dorms. I have some delicious ship-teasing to do," I say. I snap, and they all disappear.

My original creations are slowly taking over. Fuck.

"Wait," I say aloud, summoning them back.

"What's up?" Crimson pipes.

"God, you're turning into Princess Peach," I mutter. "But I just realized something. At this point in time, well, the point where I'm dragging you from in the story, you guys are all in your early twenties,"

"We are?!" they all say in surprise.

"Yeah, you are. And Shui, you're even older. You're like 23 due to the whole 'having to become a god' thing, and the other three are all 20 ish due to aging halting because that's when they actually became gods," I say, taking a sip of Cherry Coke.

"Wow, who knew" Crimson shrugs.

"You guys are all too old to be high schoolers," I say.

"We look young enough though, right?" Bryce asks.

"Meh. Close enough. Just say you guys are 18, although Crimson could probably still pass as 15," I shrug. I dismiss them and get back to writing.

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