Text and words flow through a dusty room as a man–ERROR–woman–ERROR–person–ERROR–...|The Au–ERROR.
Rebooting…
…
It walks through its dirty, old workshop.
Its feet move in quick pace to reach an old, rotten door as its hand reaches out and grabs the knob.
「Creator, like always, Authority too high… denied.」
Another attempt failed. Behind him stood nine large doors strewn about.
Its room filled with carpentry supplies, outside was ■■■■■■■■■■.
『Creater, please… take a rest, sleep.』
《I can't.》
It moves towards one of the doors, the coat of pain shimmers with a new intensity the closer it gets, a nice shade of red.
Badump…
Badump…
Badump…
《《The Red Door laughs joyfully》》
《Yes, yes. You are happy you were finally opened. Finally given life.》
It moves to the door next to it. A still, unchanging door, no colour.
〔Which one will this one be, creator?〕
【Creator, will this be blue? Or green!】
Four screens shine around it, shining with their own different shapes. Ever-changing.
《Well, it will be another one. However, the newest and second haven't reached twenty yet.》
It looks at a door with a shade of brown, the number below the plaque reads ‘5.’
The door next to it, a shade of pure white, shows the number ‘20.’ With a message underneath it, “Rewriting.”
You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
The newest door, red, shows a number of ‘2’ underneath its plaque.
《Once the two of them reach twenty and when Paradoxical Encore finishes being rewritten, I will paint the next door.》
『Until then? Until then? Do tell us!』
「We would like to know the next door colour!」
《You five will have to be patient, I am talking to you too Text.》
Yes…
Well, back to the topic. It moves to its workbench, a simple long desk, worn out with tools and scrap metals and wood strewn about, underneath is a small, tiny fridge, where a fully made robotic figure is laid flat.
《To speed things up, I have an amazing plan…》
〔Recorded!〕
『Saving!』
【Full stop!】
「Wait… I don't have anything to save this moment…」
《Well, you have another purpose.》
It moves towards the brown door and opens the door. Inside was the entire world, everything from “An Everyman's not-so Average Life” that has, is and would happen.
Everything that does and doesn't exist.
A swirl of colours that seem to pinpoint everything yet too much to focus on nothing.
Lifting its fist, it punches the world itself, cracking the world itself, large enough to fit a whole person.
《Console, when was the update meant to happen?》
「Estimated… one month.」
Walking back to its workshop desk, it grabs the robotic figure and carries it towards the open door.
《If I cannot enter the fictions, then I will send in something else.》
It reaches the doorway and grabs the console screen.
《Currently, it doesn't have enough strength, however it will always reach new highs and enter different fictions.》
「Why have you grabbed me? What is it.」
《Begin update now.》
It says as it chucks the robotic figure inside the giant hole.
「COMMAND CONFIRM.」
As the command went through, it went back to its desk and sat down on its swivel chair.
《If only I wasn't so real. I would have loved to live in my worlds.》
Then why don't you make their worlds… kinder?
《Because it will never be fair. Or… entertaining.》
Why must it be entertaining?
〔How could you!〕
『I mean… Text is right.』
〔You too??〕
《Because of them! The readers! How could I not make it entertaining!》
The readers… star gods.
《And since I can't leave this hell of a place called non-fiction, I have sent something else… my own ‘concept’ or ‘star qualifier’ to change my stories.》
【Author's Representation】
It took out a water bottle filled with a dark, red liquid. Cold and sweet.
Drinking it, it sighed and stretched.
《Ahh~ this feels nice.》
You don't need to drink, though.
《It feels nice to though.》
But you don't need to eat and drink anymore. Not since you took over this role.
《Yeah, yeah. I don't care, what about that guy that found out the truth?》
That thing that calls itself “Encore”?
《Yeah, that idiot that opened that rotten door.》
Well, Encore remains “guarding” the doors from anything in the white void.
《Idiot. He saw the truth and is now protecting the representation of the damn fictions when the true bodies are in here.》
The true bodies are here? In the realm between fiction and non-fiction?
《Well of course, I made the damn worlds.》
Isn't it dangerous? Anything could change the worlds if they are left bare.
《Try it.》
Well… okay? The red door shatters–{denied}–what..?
《It is impossible, physically and literally, to change these worlds.》
Understood…
《Now then, that is all. Everyone, go back to your separate worlds.》
『Goodbye!』
「I will see you later, creator.」
〔Catch you later.〕
【Byebye.】
With that, the four consoles disappeared and the Text soon stopped appearing—
