Once again, the sound of rustling papers echoed throughout the room, the source being the same girl who read Koishi's encounters with Yuuka the previous time, only her hair was purple as though she dyed it. Her frown was noticeable and the man in the room tapped his finger on his leg, awaiting her approval or disapproval of the newest dream's conclusion.

When she finally did put down the story it was with a sigh as though she was in too much disbelief to be angry. "This ending isn't as good as the previous one, unbelievably."

The man didn't hide his surprise at this comment, having felt it turned out much more favorably than the previous story. Of course, the girl had different tastes than most people.

The man stroked his stubble thoughtfully before responding. "I thought it was alright." He already knew that this wasn't the thing she wanted to hear, but in order to understand what problems she had with the ending, he decided it would have been best for her to point it out.

The girl tossed the papers into the man's face, angrily pouting. "I told you to make a 'good' ending, not a terrible one such as this!"

"Terrible? Surely it isn't that bad?"

The girl's mouth trembled out of rage, seemingly fed up with the ignorance of the man. "For one, you left a huge cliffhanger in regards to Flandre's situation. Secondly, you never addressed whether Daiyousei could be brought back or not. Lastly, the way things end isn't satisfying at all!"

The man raised his hand and spoke. "Ah, I left the part about Daiyousei out because she couldn't be brought back. I felt it was too depressing to add."

"Depressing!? If anything, that would've made this situation much better! You can't expect me to believe such a happy-go-lucky conclusion to occur after so many elements hinted to a tragic one!"

The man narrowed his eyes. "You're mad because the ending didn't turn out poorly for the individuals involved? But you said you wanted a good ending-"

"-which doesn't mean that you should alter it in such a way that everything ends so quietly! It's only interesting if somebody dies!"

"...Are you telling me to kill them on purpose?" The man's voice grew cold. Even though these were dreams, the lives inside them were real. If he manipulated it to have an ending more to her liking, then it would have been tantamount to murder.

"Yes, if it makes things more interesting. Tragic endings are more or less my thing." The girl noticed the man's expression then let out a malicious smile. "What, you would dare refuse?"

"..."

"Don't forget, I'm the only one that can release her from the dream, so you have no choice but to do as I say. Or have you forgotten?"

"...I have not, goddess."

"Good. Hmm… but I suppose I should give you some praise." The girl picked up a page that was scattered amongst the others and gave a smile. "This bolded line in the middle… this was you completely changing the course of the dream, correct?"

"...Correct. Alice would have surely convinced Marisa to leave Koishi alone and there would have been no sex. I just changed her mind."

"That's good, since it shows you're indeed getting a hole of your powers after all. That being said, are you also responsible for Mystia cursing Koishi and Marisa?"

"Yes."

The goddess made a slightly more satisfied expression and nodded. "That made the sex very interesting so I suppose I should say that you did a good job then. Although I do wonder why you bolded the line in such a way for the last chapter."

"I can't very well having you accuse me of not using my power, so I outlined it to prove I was doing my job."

"Mm… I suppose you would expect me to doubt you since I'm technically blackmailing you to do this." The goddess got up on her feet and blew a fire that startled the man, but only seemed to burn the pages scattered in the room. "Speaking of, I want the story of when Koishi chases after Yamame… and so that I'm perfectly clear this time, a 'good' ending for me is a tragic one. Don't worry about their lives; I'll simply bring the dream back to the point where Koishi chooses her path again and it will be as though nothing happened."

"..."

"What? Don't tell me you will still feel guilty for ending their lives, if only for a moment? Isn't there something more important you should be worrying about, such as the life of your daughter?" The girl maliciously smiled and sat on the man's lap, looking up at him with challenging eyes, which the man shrunk away from.

"You know very well I'll do it for her, even if I don't like it." The man grumbled.

The girl gave a haughty smirk and jumped off the lap, twirling around to face the man. "That's more like it… I so hated it when you tried to suck up to me with your politeness when you didn't mean a single bit of it. Remaining calm enough to not confront me yet angry enough to show your bitterness suits you much more."

"...While we're being honest, what is there for you to gain from making me do this?"

The girl's smirk disappeared with that question and she glared at the man. "I already told you that I simply want to be entertained; do you doubt my words?"

"Considering the lengths you're having me go to in order to affect someone's dream, I would say so. If you wanted to be entertained, you would have merely asked me to write a story for you with no consequence on anyone."

The girl scoffed and retorted. "What, fiction? It's much more interesting when it's actually happening, wouldn't you say?" The doubtful eyes of the man furthered the girl's growing foul mood, and she turned. "Believe what you will, but as you said before, you will do it even if you don't like it."

As she finished those words, her very being disappeared from the man's field of vision.

The man then turned to face… you?

"...It seems as though it's working faster than I thought if I can sense your eyes on me. You've seen what's transpired here so far, haven't you? You worthless adult, who simply dreams without acting… I need you to do something for me. It's alright if you think that this comes from you, because what's important is that y # #$%^ this st&$% f!r all to #% ."

The man's words seems to be fading into the background and the image of the otherworldly room is starting to phase out of existence.

"Ti ^'s up. #%n'^ fo^&et."

The last thing that I recall was that I had the sudden urge to write.