Why did you click on chapter 2? A second chapter needs to have substance; a reason to exist. So what was your mind as you clicked on chapter 2? I am sorry to break it to you, but this story had already started and ended- that's all a story does and ever has to go through. Did you even think about the story? It had given you all it could, but you still wanted more. At the end of its life, it wasn't enough for someone of the likes of you. I think someone is being a bit selfish...

Did you even think about Red when you made this decision? Red died in that story, and as a reader of that story, you fueled that concept with purpose and gave its idea fruition—as it lives in your mind now, her death has been conceived and executed in you. Now here we are… red is dead, and you're still expecting something more. I wonder what Red's family would think about you. I don't know for sure, but they probably didn't think: "oh darn, she's dead. Whatever, there must be something more interesting in chapter 2."

I guess now I have to do something about this. I can't do anything with your obsession with this story and your lack of sympathy in general, but now you have put me in a difficult situation… After all, I am under your control; you could have even ignored everything I said to you or even manipulated what I have said through your sick twisted mind. I am only words on a screen, after all, it's not like anything outside your mind is important to how you are perceiving this story. Anything I say has been predetermined to satisfy a reader such as yourself and is forced to be relevant to the fanfiction you choose.

So what now master? Would you like to see Red's family as they suffer? Would you like see that player who killed her in the story as they continue to care very little about Marble Madness (much like you)? How about adding a completely new storyline? Sure! Whatever, it's not like any of this matters… Oh, and please tell me whether you like this NEW story; since you cared so much about continuing the pain of the last one. Oh and don't worry, I will make sure this one is full of pain too because you like it so much.

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It finally became closing time at a local arcade. Tim, an employee there, always loved this time of the day. He got to play every game he wanted, and there was no-one to stop him. He did have a manager that disliked this kind of conduct, but this wasn't a problem as Tim had already blackmailed him. The manager tended to give Tim the special treatment, after all, his life depended on it.

Tim jumped about and wondered what game he should play today. Of course, he didn't have a choice on the matter, as the reader chose a fanfiction about Marble Madness, therefore, the game he would choose had to reflect that matter. He didn't especially like Marble Madness, but it's not like that mattered. He loves Ms Pacman, but that was not what he was going to play.

Tim was suddenly shocked by the sight of a key marble missing, a red one in particular. Red just so happened to be his waifu, well at least, she would be if it wasn't for Yellow (he was kind of into the naughty girls). Anyway, red was not alive. It wasn't because she was shy or anything. It was because she was brutally killed by you… also by the sharp societal expectations of women. Actually, scratch that last part; that just sounds weird for some reason.

Tim threw the machine to the floor. However, it was already on the floor, so he simply tipped it over onto the floor. As there are many bottomless pits in Marble world, a few innocent marbles died. However, to Tim it didn't matter, he just lost someone he cared deeply about. Some marble that he deeply wished he had appreciated more while she was alive (maybe you should have done that too).

He toppled over many arcade cabinets in a crying rage where he tipped things over. People watching from the outside may think that this was a normal daily thing he did, but today he felt particularly upset. He had this marble shaped hole growing in his heart, one that may fit a marble that he cared about. He used to be a fun guy that obsessed with video games. The only thing left on his mind was self-harm, he blamed himself for this tragedy. Actually, he still blamed you, but he also blamed himself.

For months he stayed in his room, day after day missing work. After all, work was not a safe environment for him emotionally, also physically because some bratty kids kept punching him where it hurts. He would have been fired, but he made sure his manager suffered through his pain by continuously hanging over his head the one thing he regretted in his life.

He thought about Marble world. What it was like being in a world without movement or freewill? At least he knew what it was like to move, but still. It wasn't like the Marbles were sentient or anything though, they were just Marbles. Nothing more, nothing less. It was not like they could feel. Fortunately, Tim is at least written like something with feelings. Tim felt like doing something, though he wasn't sure of the consequences. The more days that passed, the more he felt like doing it.

It was inevitable. In order to understand Red, and to honour her life, he decided to become a red Marble himself. Of course, that wasn't possible, but he could always pretend by painting himself red and rolling around his room.

As a pathetic loser that Tim was, he still lived in his parents' house at the age of thirty. Naturally, there was some certain by his parents about his recent mental health state. Luckily there was only some, so Tim was free to be the marble he wanted to be. Never the less, their home life would never be the same again. He was eventually institutionalized and constantly treated for his illness. His family was forced to pay for expenses they couldn't afford and were left on the streets. Eventually, Tim joined them. However, as no-one could see him rolling across the street, he was eventually run over and killed.

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See, this is what your "chapter 2" has brought us. This is the chapter 2 that you made such a big deal of. Are you happy? It looks like yet another family has been ruined on your part. If you're not happy, this would yet again be another thing that failed to satisfy your unrealistic standards; as meeting your standards were the reason for their suffering in the first place. If you're happy, then you are feeling happy at the expense of other people's happiness. Either way, I don't know what is wrong with you, but you are pretty messed up.

Please don't make me do this whole thing again… Pretty please :)