Prim: Gemralts can't be here right now; he is very busy with schoolwork, and now, a job. Anyway, I dug through his Google docs and found this unfinished filler chapter he did a while ago. He better be thanking me later. If I didn't upload this, you readers would probably kill him. Please, be patient until he can finish the next actual chapter.

Disclaimer: This chapter has nothing to do with the rest of the story.

Ch. 11: Plz don't Kill Gemralts

I awake to find myself in a bed. The room looks very different from anything I've seen before. At the foot of the bed is a thin, black rectangle. To the left of the bed is a smaller flat, black rectangle attached to a black box. In the corner, is what seems to be a large lute. I walk out of the room, to find an equally unknown hallway. I hear someone downstairs. I find an equally confused Lawrence and Prim.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I have no idea, I just woke up here."

"Everything here looks so different. There are so many things that I don't know what are there for... Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"There is someone walking up to the front door. What do we do?"

"Hide!"

The person walking into the building. He walked into the room we were hiding in. I stayed silent when he passed by me. He sits down on the couch where Prim hiding behind.

"Yip!" He turns around looking for the source of the sound, Prim. He sees her tail sticking out. Curiously, he pulls it. Prim jumps up. "Ow!"

At first, the man acts surprised. Then, he gets a look of realization on his face. "Prim, right?" he says. She nods. "Holo, Lawrence come on out." We both slowly get out of our hiding spots.

"You know about us?" Prim asks.

"I know a lot about you three. I even made you, Prim."

Prim tilts her head. "You mean, you're like my dad?"

He laughs, "No, no, but I still created you. You, see. How do you explain this... You, Holo, and Lawrence are... fictional characters."

"What!"

"You only exist on paper, in text. An author created you, and you. Prim, I created you. I can control your every word, every action. Your world can be contained right in here." He holds up a small stick.

"That makes no sense, I am here, doing my own actions."

"For now, that is because I am not influencing you." He takes out a small device and taps on it many times. I don't know why h- I can control your thoughts.

"You're in my mind?"

"It's more like you're in my mind, actually."

"Even if you can control us, why are we here, not in text, then?"

"Well, you see..." He whispers some things in my ear.

"So we are still i-"

"STOP!" he yells.

"What are you screaming all of a sudden?"

"You should never, ever break the fourth wall; it might endanger us all."

"What could saying, 'We are in a fa-' " Suddenly, lightning strikes nearby, blocking out my speech..

"NO BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!"

Prim: Please, please, please just be patient.