Mary Accidentally Eavesdrops on a Very Important Conversation

In a deep white space, a girl crept around. Silver, blue-flecked eyes darted left and right as she crept through the openness of the white space, on edge since she wasn't quite sure where she was. After a while, she straightened up and walked a little less self-consciously as she looked around. There was, apparently, no one around. She kept walking in a straight line, trying to come up with an answer as to where she was and why she was there. Was she in some sort of pocket dimension? An Author's Note, maybe? But that was stupid, it would mean she was part of some sort of story. That couldn't be it! Although, the girl mused. It would explain a lot of things about my life.

"-WHY ARE YOU JUST NOW COMING BACK TO THIS?!" a voice screeched, catching the girl's attention.

The girl whirled around, heart pounding as she searched for the voice. There - she spotted the two talking not far off. It was a Cybertronian and a brunette girl with horns. Silver eye filled with confusion as she stared at the girl with horns, uncertain why the horns seemed familiar. She shrugged it off and began walking towards them, hoping for answers.

"I'm sorry!" the horned girl exclaimed. "I didn't want to abandon this story! I love just as much as the readers do! I just... I didn't know how to keep going! I never forgot this story, not for a moment! I swear I didn't!"

"Oh, really?" scoffed the Cybertronian, who was barely taller than Bumblebee. "Well, what do you want? You stated pretty clearly that this story was completely finished and you had no plans for a sequel."

"Oh, well..." the horned brunette looked a little guilty. "I put a poll up. I want to know if they want this story revisited. I want to rewrite this story, but I also don't want to change anything if they like it as it is."

"... Rewrite it?" the Cybertronian inquired suspiciously.

"I won't be changing the plot or giving it a complete make-over like I did with the Protector Chronicles," the brunette explained. "I'll just be... Fixing it up. Write a few characters out that don't belong, make the chapters a bit longer, and actually make Mary a bit better developed. I just... I kind-of put myself into a corner, as I threw in so many ideas into this story. Ideas that were half-baked and should have been placed in the "possible story idea" bin. I'm sorry. I really am. But I want to turn this back into the series it was going to be."

The silver-eyed girl froze, eyes wide as she listened to the conversation. Her jaw was hanging open as she realized that she was part of a story. She wasn't sure how to react to that and didn't get a chance when the two talking caught sight of her.

"How did-" the horned girl started before stopping herself. "Oh, right. Self-aware character. I forgot I made her self-aware. Fuck. Uh..."

"You have no idea how to handle this, do you?" the Cybertronian groaned.

"No... Not really..." the brunette looked guilty again.

"... What the fuck is going on here?" the silver-eyed girl finally asked.

"Something you weren't supposed to see, Mary," the horned brunette responded with a rueful smile. "I don't like using my abilities as an Authoress all that much, at least not like this. Unfortunately, this is a private conversation and you're not even supposed to have found a way into the Fourth Wall. Sorry, but you won't remember a thing about this when you wake up."

Mary was confused and went to ask what the strange girl meant. That's when the strange girl snapped. What the fuck? was Mary's last thought before her world went black.

Arivania Moons sighed as Mary Slayer faded from the Fourth Wall and turned back to her Cybertronian companion. The mech had his arms crossed and he looked rather angry still, for which she did not blame him.

"Like I said," she began again. "I have the poll up. I just wanted the former Readers to know that I haven't abandoned Imaginations the Limit, not yet. I worked on the Protector Chronicles for nearly eight years now. Despite how long it's been since I posted this story... I'm not ready to leave it behind, to leave it as just a "Test Story". I love it too much and I received so much support when I was working on it... I made a lot of choices I regret and it's time I revisited this story and turned it into what it could be. I just don't want to start until I have an idea of how well a rewrite would be received."

"But what kind of rewrite would this be?" the mech asked. "And I don't mean what you will and will not change."

"I don't want to post the rewrite as a separate story," Arivania replied. "I want to keep it where it is. I just need to know weather or not people want a rewritten version of it."

"I suppose, in the end, you'll just have to see, won't you?" the Cybertronian sighed. "How long will you keep the Poll up?"

"Until I finish all current Transformers stories," she replied honestly. "The snippets contained in Multiverse don't count, of course. So, people have plenty of time to decide if they want a rewrite of this story or not."

"Alright. I just hope you realize you probably opened a can of worms."

"Oh, trust me," the horned girl grinned. "I realize that I may get backlash, but I'm ready for it. You really need to stop being suck a worry-wart, Nightguard."

"Don't call me that," the mech growled at her, glaring. "That's not my designation."

"It is until I decide I want to reveal who you are and your importance~" she giggle.

"I give up," Nightguard groaned. "You're impossible."

Arivania didn't respond as the mech faded from the Fourth Wall and she turned to where the readers were reading what had been put down. She waved at them, grinning.

"It's technically against the rules to post just an Author's Note in the story," she told them. "I deleted the last one I had. Anyways, I needed to announce this to you all somehow. I figured I would entertain you while I made the announcement. I hope you were entertained! And please, help me decide if a rewrite would be a good idea or not. I know many of you wanted a sequel. A rewrite would help me turn this into a series, but I'm not sure if I should rewrite it or not."

She waved one last time, a sad smile on her face.

"I'm sorry I made you all wait so long. It's been, what? Three years?" she sighed. "I really am sorry. You all probably don't even want this any more. I just figured you should know that I haven't forgotten or abandoned this story and it's original plot, which I am slowly finding again. I know that sorry doesn't cut it by now, but it's really all I can say. There is no real excuse for leaving this for so long, is there?"

Arivania shook her head, clearing it. She looked back up, as she had turned her head to gaze at the floor. She managed to give an excited, sharp-toothed grin.

"Anyways, I hope at least some of you vote! Goodbye for now!" she called, adding a "hopefully" under her breath.

She didn't want this to be the last time she touched this story and it's unwritten potential and ideas.