Just on the edge of the interval! Just.

Anyways, without further ado, here's the GT skit from the one and only Abubble124!

Me: Is plotting for taking over the world, and writing gay keeper of the lost cities fanfiction at the same time.

GT: *Walks into one of my reviews*

Me: Who... Who are you?

GT: I don't know.

Me: I'm very confused.

GT: Same.

Me: *After reading all of wanderling instead of doing math homework*

Me: I like you.

GT: Taken, Sorry.

Me: NOT LIKE THAT

GT: Oh. Aren't you going to like, tie me to a chair and demand something from me or something.

Me: Is that something you would like me to do?

GT: Uhhhhhhh, no?

Me: *Snaps*

GT: *Finds himself in a chair with his hands tied*

GT: Where are we by the way? And why... Why is there pictures of Nico Di Angelo on the wall?

Me: It's my room. AnYwAy. Would I make a good vampire?

GT: What?

Me: I think I would make a good vampire, but I don't know. Do vampires write Gay Fanfiction? What would I rather be? An author or a vampire, or-

GT: You already spend all your time inside hiding from the sun. And you already obsess over spilled blood, like mine?

Me: Oh, right, torture.

Me: *Brandishes war sword from greek era*

GT: Oh! That's a cool sword!

Me: Yeah, I think so too. You know, I'm not going to torture you. Go back to your girlfriend dude. *Throws GT out of my window*

GT: OHHH NOOOOO, SUNLIGHT!

Thank you Abubble124!

Comments!

Abubble124: Wow, I didn't know I had that much power. Anyways, glad you liked it? I was about to put an exclamation point there, but then I looked at the mass of words in your comment and was reminded of Bob from that movie, Monsters Vs. Aliens, and then- never mind. I'm just really bore.

MidnightBunnyy: Caramel syrup, obviously.

The fourth wall has already been broken many, many times, you just need to know where to look.

Is there anything Biana wouldn't do concerning Iggy?

I'll put you on the list.

None taken. And don't make assumptions about anything, no matter how trivial.

Most people don't order it.

I had to google that one to make sure.

Or is it?

Waffles?

That's what I'm doing as well.

Who needs a reason?

Fine by me.

Nice to know there's someone else who has that problem.

You're welcome. And I didn't just read all of them, I replied to all of them.

It could be longer.

Okay!

A very obsessed fangirl: If you want a time machine, then I recommend using a form of time travel called "Re-reading the chapters", and keep reading chapter 6 over and over again until the disgust goes away.

Interval!

This chapter's short, I know, but it represents a giant turning point. Also, I may need to go into hiding.

Seriously, please don't kill me.

Now, on with the story!

Eighteen

"It's simple, really." Linh explained to them as they walked into the infirmary.

"How so?"

"Well, Tam, through shadowflux probing, had managed to find a 'wall' of sorts. Essentially, it's like a dam, keeping Keefe's memories and consciousness at bay, until it was broken."

"And how do we break it?"

"The only way to break it is through sheer telepathic force, according to Tam. You and Fitz are cognates, and since you've obviously patched things up," Linh raised her eyebrows as she said this, and Sophie and Fitz blushed, "you should be able to break it and wake up Keefe. It will take a couple minutes for the memories to spill back in, and then he'll awaken."

They made it to Keefe's cot, which was surrounded by Dex, Biana, Jensi, Marella, Tam, Wylie, and Lord Cassius.

Lord Cassius noticed them, and gestured to the others to move back. "I'll be right here with you, keeping in tune with your emotions. If you feel panicked or agitated or anything like that, I'll have Tiergan over there pull you out." He gestured to Sir Tiergan, who was lurking in the corner.

"Thanks."

"No problem. And Sophie?"

Sophie looked up at him. "Yes?"

"Try to get my son back in one piece, will you?"

Sophie's mouth rested into a determined position. "I'll try Lord Cassius, I'll try."

Fitz and Sophie rested their palms on Keefe's forehead. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Tiergan started the countdown. "I want you to give it every ounce of energy you have in three,"

Sophie braced herself.

"Two,"

Fitz scrunched up his forehead in concentration.

"Go!"

Sophie found herself in a gray void, just as she remembered. Fitz was there as well. "Sophie, everything we say in here, we say in real life."

"Got it. Now, where's the wall?"

"Look." He gestured to a patch of slightly darker gray, that was in a rectangular shape.

"Okay, now push!"

Sophie concentrated her energy onto the wall. She pushed it into it, not letting it get out. The more and more energy she put into the wall, the harder and harder it got to contain it. She yelled at Fitz. "I can't hold it much longer! Why isn't it breaking?"

"We need more energy!"

"I can't handle anymore! What should we do?"

Fitz cursed under his breath. "I didn't want to do this, but we have no choice!"

"What do you mean?"

"Sophie, you have to forgive me."

"Why? What are you doing?"

Fitz yelled at the top of his lungs. "I need backup! It's time!"

"Are you talking to me?"

"No!"

"Then who-"

All of a sudden, a third force extremely powerful force joined in the pushing. It imparted massive amounts of energy, and the wall imploded under the massive influx. The memories starting spilling out, and Sophie pulled out to the real world.

She gasped and caught her breath. "We did it! Tiergan, thanks for the boost-"

But she was cut short when she saw the expressions of everyone in the room. They were all shell-shocked, and looking at one direction, including Tiergan. She turned around, and saw that the helper apparently wasn't Tiergan after all, as a shocked Dex took his shaking hands off of Keefe's forehead.

Friend: Why do you have so many proxies and security measure for your computer?

Me: So my fans can't track me down. Watch. (A camera feed shows up on computer)

(We see that there is a giant horde of fans outside a house in siberia)

Fan: Attack!

Friend: Wow, they are just ripping the house to shreds.

Me: Yeah, my security threw them way off.

Friend: Huh.

Me: Wait, what's that in your pocket?

Friend: It's a bomb. (tears off mask, revealing them to be a crazed fan)

Me: Well, I guess you found me. But... You do realize that you're on a zoom call with me, right?

Fan: Wait, what? (explodes)

Me: They fell right into my trap. Silly fans. MUAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!

This badly written spy story was written to distract you from killing me. Next chapter coming soon! (or not)