It was April 12th, 2018, and Honest was sitting in study hall, killing time. After finishing her algebra homework, she then decided that her best course of action, in order to continue to kill time, was to work on her story. Honest had left her bag in her locker and had only brought her homework and a notebook for paper. So, instead of typing the next chapter, she had to write it out manually by hand in the notebook she had brought.

She had tried to keep her handwriting as neat as possible at first, but once the story had begun to pick up, Honest found herself beginning to write faster and faster to keep up with the pace at which her brain was going. She had started off writing with soft, rounded pencil strokes, but once she had begun to mess up and erase things, Honest's words began to become more and more jagged and rough. She had encountered this an incalculable amount of times in the past, but now Honest was beginning to let it get to her. Eventually, however, the period had ended and thus her suffering at the hands of penmanship had also come to an end.

On her way through the halls, Honest stopped by the word "Honesty" painted on one of the walls of the school in the school's colors. She hadn't painted that there. Trust me, there would've been a chapter on that if she had. "Hm."

Suddenly, she felt someone tug on her sleeve. It was Shadow. "We're having class in Ms. Vanilla's classroom today," he informed her.

"We are?" Honest asked, breaking out of her stupor and beginning to follow him down the hallway.

"Yes. The WiFi is out in that whole hall, so everybody in those classrooms is being relocated to other rooms for a couple of weeks."

Shadow had expected her to complain or something, but instead, she lifted her arms into the air and exclaimed, "Change!"

When Shadow didn't do anything but stare at her, Honest explained. "I was in a sort of a stump for the longest time since JH left. All I was doing was focusing on my YouTube channel instead of schoolwork and yearning for the weekend all week, so this will change things up a little and keep things fresh. Change is good!" Shadow nodded knowingly and continued walking.

It was now April 13th, 2018, and it was coincidentally also Friday. Honest woke up to find that her alarm clock had been set an hour ahead while she slept. She was glad she woke up and remembered to look at it or else she might've been late to school because the alarm was also set incorrectly. It said "4 AM", when it was actually "3 AM" according to the clock on her computer. Honest usually tried very hard to wake up early, but she had got into a bad habit of sleeping through her alarm, so she took full advantage of this error and only set her alarm for thirty more minutes, after correcting the current time of course.

When she woke up the second time, the clock said "4:30". She freaked out for a second before she realised that her clock had set itself forward a second time! Honest got angry and picked up the alarm clock. She was ready to smash it before she saw that there was a whole colony of ants that had set up camp under her clock, thinking it was a rock. They all scattered as soon as she lifted it. Honest wasn't really afraid of ants; she just disliked having them live in her room as if it were some kind of ant farm.

Honest splashed the ants with a bottle of flavored water she had handy and set her alarm back on top of the drowned insects to block them from view once again.

Wow. The only thing that could get Honest to wake up early was to be tricked by her alarm clock. Who knew?

While Honest sat at the table in the kitchen and contemplated the reason why the evil ants had hacked into her alarm clock, Shadow was stood in front of the microwave, watching the peanut butter tortillas within cook, their gooey peanut butter fillings melting and running all over the plate.

Their just-edible breakfasts were piping hot and more than ready to be consumed in no time. They both drank plain, black coffee because they were out of milk. Shadow, under normal conditions, wanted most people to believe that he liked his coffee plain (or even un-ground, according to what I overheard on Twitter u.u), but in reality, he liked milk and things in his like Honest- but of course she would because she's a cat... person. Now Honest understood why Furries frequently mistook her for one of them. :/ (No, really. That's a big problem of mine. No, I will not join your roleplay!)

Anyway, just before Honest left for school, she went back to her room to say goodbye to the pink-haired girl on her computer screen dancing in slow motion. Just before she closed the door, Honest could hear what sounded like a small animal running around inside of her dresser, bumping into things. She thought, at first, that it was Akane, but the sight of the orange cat walking down the hall in her Mobian form indicated to Honest that it indeed was not. It was time to leave, so she closed the door and left, but it still haunted her throughout the day. Wait. That's just it! Her room was haunted! That's what had hijacked her alarm clock, not the ants!

Making his way through school, Shadow was walking fast like he would be late if he didn't, and Honest was having to full-on sprint to keep up. There wasn't enough time to say anything to him right now.

At lunch, the only thing Honest was able to chew up was the salt-less corn, so she was most likely starving afterwards, but she had no way of knowing because she had a cold. Whenever Honest got a cold, it wasn't just her nose that was affected. It was her whole body. She couldn't tell whether she was cold or hot, hungry or not, or anything.

When Honest entered study hall the period after lunch, Dina was doing what looked to be her algebra homework. When Honest sat down, she pulled out her own homework.

"Dina? Do you think you could help me with my homework?" she asked her.

Dina's face lit up red. "Really? Do you think I'm smart enough?"

"'Smart enough'?" Honest repeated, smiling. "Of course you are! At least, I think you are. I never write out bios for my fan characters like other people do. I let them develop their own personalities."

Dina blew out a breath of air. "Oh, yeah. Of course. Um, let's test how smart I am now, I guess."

Before they could even begin to start working, Sonic showed up out of nowhere and slammed his hands on the table, making them both look up, startled.

"Guys, I need help. Do you think you can distract the teacher for a moment while I go help fight in the hallway?"

"'Help fight'?" Honest repeated. "Fight who? The doctor?"

"I'm afraid it's worse than that."

Outside, someone was heard shouting, "It's in the title of the story!"

Honest tilted her head at this. "Maybe you should come provide some answers," Sonic told her. Honest nodded and got up, running out of the room. Dina followed her.

Upon exiting the classroom, it immediately became obvious that someone had upset Infinite. The air in the hallway was thick with floating, red cubes, and through them all, Honest could just barely make out the figure of a floating jackal-bat-creature, glowing dark scarlet. Akane stood next to him as he yelled at Shadow, who was standing there as if he were confused but unafraid. When Infinite's fiery gaze flew to Honest, she gulped.

Infinite turned away and closed his eyes. Well, only one was visibly closed though, so he could be winking, who knows? "I will say this again. This is {Forces Edition}. Where am I in this story? Why is Honest suddenly focused on that Dina girl, and now Scourge, Rosy, and Manic from {Cafe Edition} are suddenly part of this story? Where am I and the Custom Hero? Shouldn't we be at the very least talked about? This is our story after all!"

Infinite's voice echoed and the lights in the hallway in front of him shattered, sparks showering down on Shadow from up above. The dark hedgy was unperturbed, impassive, undismayed, un- Honest had found a whole list of words that described Shadow on the Internet while writing her story, so she made sure to bookmark it.

"And what about me?" This was Akane speaking now. Honest had never heard her talk so loudly before. "Dina has completely replaced me!"

Honest's heart lurched forward at the sight and sound of Akane being at odds with her, and her body came forwards with it. "But, Akane! I didn't replace you with Dina! As soon as Dina came around, you went away. I didn't make you go away. You can still be in the story! There's still plenty of room, you know!" Dina reached out for Honest when she lurched forward, but now her hand just hung there in the open air.

Akane looked distraught. "But I always functioned as your sidekick, and now you're treating Dina as your sidekick! I know my existence wasn't particularly meaningful to you, and I'm probably just a fan character you made up in only a day, but I still have a little pride for myself, you know?" Honest looked behind her at the white and pink hedgehog. Dina couldn't bring herself to look at Honest and talk calmly, so she turned and ran back into the classroom.

Honest was concerned, but she turned back around. She tried to put on an amused facade as she came forward towards the cat and the jackal. "I can have two sidekicks, you know. Why don't you just come back into the story and, I don't know, Dina can be my sidekick at school, and you can be my sidekick at home?"

Akane seemed willing to negotiate thankfully, but Infinite was still upset.

"And you're going to bring your focus back to CC and me, right?" he asked, floating back down towards the ground again. His red cubes quit glowing and fell, too, then they all rolled underneath the lockers around them. Obviously that's where he had been storing them for emergencies.

"Of course," Honest reassured him, smiling.

And so, Infinite, CC, and Akane got what they wanted and were worked back into the story. The only bad thing that came out of this was that the author had to go back into the chapters she had been typing for the past few months and completely redo some things, but you guys shouldn't worry about that! Thank you so much for reading my story, and please leave a vote and a comment. I'm sorry that this story is getting so... complicated, but then again, this story is no ordinary story, and things like this are bound to happen.

(I'm sure the adjustments I made a result of this chapter were very important to me at the time, but looking back on it now, they were really very minor, hehe. Anyway, this is indeed the final chapter of {Forces Edition}, and I do admit I'm very sorry about the hand I dealt Infinite here. I tried so very hard to make it up to him in the next book, though, but it didn't seem to be to any avail. Even after all I did for him, he still... well... I shouldn't go into that. I should leave that as a "keep reading to find out!" sort of thing, right? So... do just that if you want to know what I'm talking about! See you in the next book, {w/Rosy}! [Which I will have published eventually. {w/Rosy} has just short of double the amount of chapters this book does: 31!])