"When are we gonna get more action in this story?!" Alonzo demanded. It's been almost 3 years since this fanfic was even touched. All the cats and humans were getting impatient.
Just then, Andrew walked in, a solemn look on his face. "I'm afraid I have terrible news." he said.
"What's wrong?" Munkustrap asked with a concerned look.
"Our authoress has no desire to write anymore, she's on huge writer's block and she's been battling depression and anxiety for about a year now." Andrew said. "She has no more ideas for stories."
"That's terrible!" Jo Gibb said, feeling sad for the authoress.
"I know, so we're no longer needed."Andrew sighed, rubbing his head. He then turned to the readers.
"We know you're disappointed, but please try to understand." he said.
"Depression is a hard thing to fight." Tugger said. "She is trying to seek help for it. Please be patient with her. Maybe one day she'll come back and write more."
"But until then...thank you for reading and sticking with Rum Tum Tuggette through all of her stories, CATS or not." Jemima said.
They all stood up and took a bow, then walked out. The lights stayed on for a few seconds before it all went black.
CCC
I'm sorry, everyone.
Depression and anxiety aren't a thing to be taken lightly. If you or someone you love suffer from it, please help them through it. They need you more than ever.
Maybe one day, I will come back to writing fanfiction again, I hope you will all support me when i do.
Until we meet again,
Rum Tum Tuggette.