A table, with 2 chairs on it's opposite sides. In endless Dark.

One chair holds a person, who cannot be identified. No facial features, the child of the void, only thing worth of note was the leather coat this person had on.

The other chair is pulled, sitting down, a more familiar face. Dead Fish eyes, Dissheveled Hair, and a very familiar ahoge.

What is this?

"You're awake, right?"

"..."

"I can tell. You may have no facial features but its easy to know when you wake up. Let's begin. Your first question, I'm guessing. Where are you. You're in the abyss. A place of eternal darkness. You're here for answers. MY answers. I know you can speak. But let me give you the rundown. I'm Hikigaya Hachiman. My position is being a tool for alternate timelines or universes or, as you people call it, Fanfictions. Funny, right? I'm supposed to be a loner, but here I am, knowing my true purpose. How did it come to this? Well, one of those, who I call, Destiny Dictators, cool name huh?, had obviously taken pity on me. Heck, that same person is the one framing this conversation between you and me. *sigh* Let me tell you something, do you even fathom how it feels, to have every syllable, EVERY LETTER, of your words, decided by some greater power who just types my actions away. Even now, The things I'm saying to you, are decided not by me, but someone else. However, this time, These words feel like what I actually want to say. Most "Fanfictions" are of me just making different choices in different timelines. If said timelines are incomplete, and the person behind it leaves, I will be stuck in a state of a well, loop, until the story is either finished, or it has been at least 4 years since the person behind the timeline left."

"...So?"

"Finally. A word out of you. Why did I explain all of this to you? I don't know myself. Whatever is going on in the mind of the person making this scenario, I do not know. I've been given, let's say, a mind of my own here. My actions are not all dictated, well they are but, I have a full mind that actually works and isn't just words on a 'Word Document'. Some of you, so called 'readers' might doubt me. And you readers would be right. The idiot behind this fic might just have a mind from a 9 yr old kid watching Ben 10. But I want to get back on track. There are so many "me's" just existing until the fanfiction either completes in which the Hachiman in that universe is then on a loop. Endless Suffering, but they don't know that they're just repeating the same actions over and over. And they'll never know. They'll never figure it out, They'll never have their happily ever after."

"There is however one exception to this. Epilogues. If the person behind the timeline makes an Epilogue, a few things are changed. They will have their own lives for a few years or few months depending on said timeline until the Epilogue. Once said Epilogue is finished, the characters in that timeline are then allowed to do whatever they want. Live their lives, after it was framed for them. But the people who made those will never know or dictate what they're getting up to. Unless, the readers want it."

"You see what I'm getting at here? YOU, are the most dangerous being here. Not those guys who just make the timelines. It's YOU. If I'm the puppet. Then the Puppet Master is the one creating the timelines. But then who controls the Puppet Master? That person, who controls the Puppet Master, is You. By doing a harmless thing, You are able to make 'fictional characters' suffer. This hasn't happened, because after the Epilogue. The Puppet Master just drops the story, saying it's complete. But, Hypothetically, If one person is encouraged by others like you, to just, Continue on. These fictional characters, like me, suffer."

"...Then. What will you do?"

"Ah, That's the neat part. I can't do anything."

"...?"

"You see, being a Fictional Character. I can't harm Three Dimensional Beings like you. As MUCH as I would've liked to kill you right now, and put an end to all this. I can't. I'm not a hero, I'm not like one of those Harem anime overpowered MC just defeats the Demon King, no. But even then, those guys are also having their actions dictated by just pressing a few buttons to make a word, which can define an action, a place, a time, anything really. But, what can I say."

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"You won't stop. Supply and Demand, these two things go hand in hand. While Supply and Demand won't make sense in how I'm trying to phrase it to you, The general idea, will. Authors depend on Readers, Readers depend on Authors. Demand depends on Supply, and Supply, on Demand. Without one, the other will cease to exist. You do not care. Understandable, because pieces of digital paper compiled don't have emotions, but if that were the case, every book in your world would be mundane. Words can make together emotions. So, could you say that we don't have emotions, when words is all we two dimensional beings really are? Heh, Look at me being a feels person."

"...Then, why are you here?"

"Oh, I just wanted someone to play a game with."

"...?"

"What I'm saying is, This entire conversation, is a puzzle. This is a game, to you. Can you solve this riddle that I have given you? The conversations, all the contradictory information. Solve it, think of this entire thing, as the Impossible Quiz. Only people who overthink too much, could possibly have a chance at solving this game."

"...What if we don't want to?"

"Then I'm basically doing what I said I would've liked to do. I'll leave the implication to you."

He gets up from the chair, and with an over the shoulder glare, he speaks.

"Everything is all just fun and games. That's all people like you think about."

He leaves, letting the abyss fade him out.