So...This is a very different story. Like...really weird. But I hope you guys like it.

It breaks the fourth wall.

You guys are one of the main characters. Yeah...I know...weird. But I hope...you know...you guys like it?

It's like...super weird...

I dunno...

Blep?

Blep.

It's second person and first person at the same time. This isn't based on one OC character, but mainly alludes to a few but any can be true. You guys can name the "I's" and you guys are the "you's". Hopefully y'all like it. :D

~~Shadowhunter~~

I don't know what first sparks in me when I see you but it's me that starts the first conversation.

It all seems like such a blur of nerves but I'm introducing myself and I bite my tongue to stop me from embarrassing myself. Instead, I offer a smile and you give one back. It's a little nerve wracking, but nothing scary. I've always been kind of awkward. Besides, I'm not that good with girls.

Then I hear a voice. It takes me a moment to recognize that it's your voice. The reader's voice.

"Hey." You say and there's thunder. "Do you want to head inside?"

I nod.

It looks like it's going to rain. So I put my iratze in my weapons belt and head up the steps. I can tell that you're new by the way you look around. Don't worry. It'll stop feeling so big pretty soon. But I don't say anything and you don't either as I push through the doors and into the warmer space of the Institute. It's comfortable to me but I can see you looking nervous. You're really new, aren't you?

"You're a Shadowhunter, right?" You ask and you pull your hood off.

"I...yeah." I say, trying not to be so awkward. "You're a mundane with the Sight...I've read about you."

"Yes. I'm planning to Ascend."

"It's an honor to meet you then. That's...dangerous. You must be brave." I say in awe. I can't tell why, but I'm very suddenly embarrassed.

You laugh and then I'm more confused on whether I feel better or even worse. "Yes. It is dangerous."

"Where are you from?"

"A mundane town."

I smile. You're mysterious. "Is that it?"

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." You respond, glancing around the Institute. "Were you just on a hunt?"

When you look over, I immediately avert my gaze, instead busying myself with unclipping my weapons belt and taking my gear jacket off. Runes are lacing my arms. Runes that you'll soon have as well. "Yes...I like hunting to clear my mind. Perhaps we can hunt when you're a Shadowhunter. I can help you."

"Have you lived here your whole life?"

"No. I moved here."

You smile, looking content. "Really? When?"

At this, I look up at you, a slight smile on my mouth. "In chapter one."

~~Warlock~~

I remember meeting you once.

It was in a coffee shop which, coincidentally, is where we are right now. Even though I have many things to do and people to see, I can't help that I have a penchant for helping people out. I run my hands through my hair, glancing around the shop. There's browns, reds, oranges and they're spread like smears of hues across the place. I can't help that I'm a little bit of a scattered person and I quickly forget I'm in a coffee shop.

Then you tap my arm lightly.

I laugh, looking down at you. "Sorry. I always did have a bit of a loose imagination."

"It's fine." You say, amused. "Want to go now?"

"Sure." I say, holding the door open for you. You ask me if I'm tired. I say no. The truth is, I'm exhausted. Glamours to cover up my warlock mark mixed with a few sleepless nights are turning up that well for me and all I want to do is sleep...and show you around. Don't worry. Honestly. I don't mind. I have all eternity to sleep but only a few hours today to spend with you. Your company is a blink of an eye in my lifespan and it isn't often that I meet mundanes that aren't afraid of what I am. Of who I am.

You then ask me if I can do magic for you.

I roll my eyes.

How typical of a mundane.

I don't mind though. But I'm not very good at the tangible type of magic so I only do something simple- create a dove of smoke in the air before watching it fade- but it impresses you and intrigues you nonetheless.

"That was very neat." You say. "I'm really interested in magic."

"Well," I say with an easy grin. "You're surrounded by it."

"I'll be able to use magic when I Ascend. I believe runes are magic."

"Indeed they are."

"When do you think I'll Ascend?"

I think for a moment. "Maybe chapter fifteen."

"What chapter is it now?", you ask. "How many chapters are there?"

"It's chapter six." I say diplomatically. "Out of thirty chapters. When you close the book, page, window, or whatever you are reading this on, we will cease to exist without you cease to exist without you we'll die we'll die and it'll all be your fault your fault your fault your fault-"

(Forget I said that. Is there a reverse button? We can rewrite that. Together, of course.)

I shrug when I hear your question, though I easily know the answer. "I don't know." I say, and I feel terrible for lying.

The worst part, however, is that you believe me.

~~Werewolf~~

I don't mind that you aren't easy.

Besides, pretty you may be, you aren't a Downworlder. The Clave looks down upon Shadowhunter x Downworlder relations, did you know that? Besides, you're Ascending soon and I would hate for you to have a reputation of sleeping around...Much less a reputation of sleeping around with someone like me. I don't know why werewolves have such a bad rep. The drug problem maybe? Who knows.

So instead I take you out for drinks.

We've become pretty good friends and I would hate to ruin that.

I don't have many friends, you know.

Most werewolves aren't good at making friends.

(That's a lie right there- many werewolves are good at making friends.)

"Hey. So, if I'm going to Ascend, do you have any tips for me?" You ask and you smile. Everything seems okay even if it is just in that one second. "I'm just really worried that I'm going to stuff up or something. I don't know..." Uncertainty trails in your voice like a paperweight.

"Don't worry." I grin. "You'll be fine. Besides, pretty girls at the Institute are always a plus."

You slap my arm lightly. You can understand I'm just playing. And that's what I like about you. Even though I've only been a side character on and off for the past twelve chapters, it's like we click. I really like you. But in a friendly way- that's what I've learned. (Honestly. That's how I feel, I swear.) Oh gosh...did I just friendzone you? I never friendzone people. You're like...one of the first people I have.

"Does it hurt to Change?" You ask, startling me from my thoughts.

I think for a moment.

"Yes." I say. "Like Hell."

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Right. Like Hell. Because you've been there?"

"Like all things," I say, "All in good time."

~~Vampire~~

You don't trust me.

I know you don't.

Scratch that. You didn't trust me.

But now you do. I know you do. Because even though you're a Shadowhunter now, you spare my life. Your blade is at my throat and my fangs are out and there is blood all over my mouth and my jaw. My hands are covered in blood and the sounds of the werewolf still whimpering down the street from the ragged holes in it's neck are still audible.

But somehow, you don't kill me.

Instead, you drop the sword and hold out your hand instead.

I mutter thank, taking your hand and standing up. I pull back.

You give me a sad sort of smile. "Not many Shadowhunters show mercy." You say and my eyes latch onto the pulse at your neck. "But I don't want to kill you. I think we should be friends instead." You say, picking up the blade and putting it into a sheath. "I've seen you around."

"We've spoken before." I whisper, looking away. I'm hungry.

"How about I buy you a drink before you get into more trouble?"

I nod at your suggestion. It isn't often that I spend time with Shadowhunters. Actually, I don't ever. But I find that I'm in Takis with you and you order me a drink and something for yourself. Running a hand through my hair, which is now past my hips, I look uncomfortably around. There are only a few people. I look back at you and you have the look of a mundane. Like you pity me.

"You have to control yourself." You said, sounding genuinely concerned. "I might be a Shadowhunter, but I would hate to have to kill you."

You're different than the others.

I agree to try to restrain.

So I finish the blood and I thank you, a Shadowhunter, for a second time that night.

"Have a good night." I hear you call out. I pretend I don't hear you. But I did. I would have said something, but the nineteenth chapter is my last debut and it's ending. I'll still be here, just so you know.

I'm just stuck in this chapter. If you turn back a page, I'll talk again. But I know you won't.

But thanks anyway.

~~Ifrit~~

You ask me something.

I can't help you though.

I can't help you with your problems.

I'm not real and I don't think you get that. Even so, I give you a sly smile and nod at a collection of things at my store. I don't tell you that none of them will work for you, that none of them can make the author write more chapters so all of the people you've met can keep living.

But you're the reader and I'm just a character.

Things are missing from my shop.

Things are missing from the world.

Maybe it's because the end is coming. The end for me is coming too. Don't worry, you'll live.

I'll live too. (Kind of.)

But no one cares about me. I'm just a simple character in chapter twenty five. You won't remember me. Only that you tried looking for an artifact to lengthen your time in the story. Only that there was a person who was there. But don't forget that that person was me.

That all these people really exist in the book.

You've made good friends. Not that I care.

(I do.)

It's not my story anyway.

It's yours.

~~Faerie~~

I've never worried about time or death or the end.

But suddenly, I am.

Because suddenly everything is a little off. You look sad and we're sitting on a bench in Times Square. I would think it would be loud, but it isn't, as if the world around us has been muted. And your hand is over mine and I refuse to look at you. I'm not afraid for me. I'm afraid for you.

I stare up at the sky. It's a pure white, as if it's falling away. "So..." I say. I've never been good with words.

"So this is the end, isn't it?" You say. I look over. You're crying. "I don't want to leave." You said and you pull your knees to your chest. "I want to stay. I don't want you guys to go. I...I...I want to stay here. Forever."

"But you can't." I say, running a hand through my hair, feeling the points of my ears brush against my hand. There's this sudden want to run away really fast and try to outrun the inevitable, but I know that I can't. "Please...Don't leave on this note."

"I can't help it."

"Look-"

"I want to stay." You say, a little more adamantly.

"Just read us again." Tears are pressing at the backs of my eyes but I don't let them fall because I know that they won't do either of us any good. I just want to let you know that I'm crying inside for you too. I don't want you to leave just as much as I don't want to go. "Open from the prologue. Read us again. Please. Then you can come back. And I know I won't remember you in the same way and that you can't change anything, but I don't think I can live without you coming back again."

Everything around us is falling apart. Times Square is fading- white blocks of nothingness filling up the sky and buildings and the streets are empty. They're crumbling away. You're faded a little too.

"I will." You say and the earth shakes with you. As a faerie, the earth, never people, have been the only thing important to me. But you are the earth. You created this in your mind as you read what the authour wrote and for that I am grateful. Because without you and the writer, I never would have existed. But I do and I don't want you to go.

You're my best friend.

I don't want you to think that I'm sad but I am. (I am. Really.) The world around us is white and I can't even be sure I can see you clearly anymore. Only a silhouette of lines and shadows and a faint tune that plays in the background. The ending song. Credit song.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear you close the book, page, window of whatever you are reading that inspire such a thing as Shadowhunters, Warlocks, Werewolves, Ifrits, Faeries, Demons, Ghosts, and everything. And for a moment I linger on in a minute of silence. Deafening silence. I know that you finished chapter 30 and that I'm going to fade away.

This isn't a goodbye.

Just a 'see you later'.

So this is super weird.

Yeah...

I hope you guys like it.