You are a Character that breaks the fourth wall

[MintiLime]

Prompt:

You are a character that breaks the fourth wall. At first you are disturbed at the carnage created by your Author and feel as if the Creator has betrayed you. However, you slowly experience the life of the Author through your dreams. One day, the Author of your dreams is the Author of the present, and they turn to you. They are hurting, they are tired, and they are ready to give up, releasing your world to whatever fate may the characters create with their own two hands. What do you say to them?

 

[RepresentingPride]

Fucking asshole, you make my life a hell, at least fix it with some lines before you give up.

 

[MintiLime]

Fucking asshole, you make my life a hell, at least fix it with some lines before you give up.

Tough Love approach

 

[RepresentingPride]

Tough Love approach

Well I was thinking with my story and with what I made the mc go through, if he didn't kill me straight that will be a bless

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Prompt:

You are a character that breaks the fourth wall. At first you are disturbed at the carnage created by your Author and feel as if the Creator has betrayed you. However, you slowly experience the life of the Author through your dreams. One day, the Author of your dreams is the Author of the present, and they turn to you. They are hurting, they are tired, and they are ready to give up, releasing your world to whatever fate may the characters create with their own two hands. What do you say to them?

Sol cradles my face between their hands, slowly turning me into a monstrosity like her.
And he does it carefully too. I become pulled into their world, become a lab experiment for her Miasma corrupting abilities. She feels no issues nor qualms with what I have put her through, because he will shape me in a way that fits my truths while also causing incredible suffering, a horrid karmic balance of giving me what I want and what I don't. Then I get sent out into the world, a mind-bent being with power and happiness and suffering alike.

 

[dummycake]

I looked at the screen, seeing the state of the true God of my world, "I understand your pain."

They looked at me with their eyes tired, tears still staining the paper plate with the rest of the reheated pizza they just ate, "You do?"

"Yes," I said, "However. Your words, your creations, the way you lead the story to this ending, brought pain to breathing living people, and ruined my life beyond comprehension."

They said, "I'm sorry." They don't know if they meant it, if they're sorry, but it's their instinctual reaction.

"It might not be a good story but," I looked back at the ruins of the friends and enemies I made, "Can you give them a good ending?"

"I know you need this," I added, "I know you need a story to forget your own."

I smiled, remembering some of their good memories, "But there's a story out there, in your world, that needs to be finished."

I saw hope shining on their dead eyes, "The only one who can finish that story with a good ending is you," I said, "So finish mine, and get out of here, and finish yours."

 

[MintiLime]

Sol cradles my face between their hands, slowly turning me into a monstrosity like her.
And he does it carefully too. I become pulled into their world, become a lab experiment for her Miasma corrupting abilities. She feels no issues nor qualms with what I have put her through, because he will shape me in a way that fits my truths while also causing incredible suffering, a horrid karmic balance of giving me what I want and what I don't. Then I get sent out into the world, a mind-bent being with power and happiness and suffering alike.

Beautiful yet heartbreaking.

 

[RepresentingPride]

Sol cradles my face between their hands, slowly turning me into a monstrosity like her.
And he does it carefully too. I become pulled into their world, become a lab experiment for her Miasma corrupting abilities. She feels no issues nor qualms with what I have put her through, because he will shape me in a way that fits my truths while also causing incredible suffering, a horrid karmic balance of giving me what I want and what I don't. Then I get sent out into the world, a mind-bent being with power and happiness and suffering alike.

What should I said, that fit your story. But not sure if you be free this easily

 

[MintiLime]

I looked at the screen, seeing the state of the true God of my world, "I understand your pain."

They looked at me with their eyes tired, tears still staining the paper plate with the rest of the reheated pizza they just ate, "You do?"

"Yes," I said, "However. Your words, your creations, the way you lead the story to this ending, brought pain to breathing living people, and ruined my life beyond comprehension."

They said, "I'm sorry." They don't know if they meant it, if they're sorry, but it's their instinctual reaction.

"It might not be a good story but," I looked back at the ruins of the friends and enemies I made, "Can you give them a good ending?"

"I know you need this," I added, "I know you need a story to forget your own."

I smiled, remembering some of their good memories, "But there's a story out there, in your world, that needs to be finished."

I saw hope shining on their dead eyes, "The only one who can finish that story with a good ending is you," I said, "So finish mine, and get out of here, and finish yours."

The reflection in the mirror cries for you. Wipe their tears and grant them happiness

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

What should I said, that fit your story. But not sure if you be free this easily

You do not think slowly having my flesh spiral from my body like spaghetti, round knobbed strings of salmon pink and bruised purple weaving together, is enough? Or my blood pouring out of my skin, like wine clouding the water being transmogrified in the fable of Jesus, to form warm halos over my body as I feel so cold. My own scarlet fluid bent before the malicious designs of my creation into loving, crude, lewd hands.
Days on end. Weeks on end.
And do not get started on the alien creations built out of the experimentation of Sol with my bones and eyes. Many tributes to the Stars they will form until Sol gives me peace. Hats and monocles and baleen teeth sprouting out weeping rivulets of my tongue like the orange hairs lining the corpse of a copse.

 

[MintiLime]

You do not think slowly having my flesh spiral from my body like spaghetti, round knobbed strings of salmon pink and bruised purple weaving together, is enough? Or my blood pouring out of my skin, like wine clouding the water being transmogrified in the fable of Jesus, to form warm halos over my body as I feel so cold. My own scarlet fluid bent before the malicious designs of my creation into loving, crude, lewd hands.
Days on end. Weeks on end.
And do not get started on the alien creations built out of the experimentation of Sol with my bones and eyes. Many tributes to the Stars they will form until Sol gives me peace. Hats and monocles and baleen teeth sprouting out weeping rivulets of my tongue like the orange hairs lining the corpse of a copse.

The Stars will Sing of your Sacrifice.

The soul seeks pain
to ease the burden most mundane.

The body retched blood and bile,
A cleansing of the flesh most vile.

The mind already torture felt
Before the screams of flesh one could belt.

In the hurt one finds release
From the thoughts that never cease.

The heart cries out, “Tis what I deserve!”
Though no purpose would the ritual serve.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

The Stars will Sing of your Sacrifice.

The soul seeks pain
to ease the burden most mundane.

The body retched blood and bile,
A cleansing of the flesh most vile.

The mind already torture felt
Before the screams of flesh one could belt.

In the hurt one finds release
From the thoughts that never cease.

The heart cries out, “Tis what I deserve!”
Though no purpose would the ritual serve.

I LOVE THIS!!! A FRIGGIN' POEM! It's like getting the best reward possible on your first Gatcha rolls!
WONDERFUL! *a twinkle of crystalized joy glimmers in my eyes*

 

[RepresentingPride]

You do not think slowly having my flesh spiral from my body like spaghetti, round knobbed strings of salmon pink and bruised purple weaving together, is enough? Or my blood pouring out of my skin, like wine clouding the water being transmogrified in the fable of Jesus, to form warm halos over my body as I feel so cold. My own scarlet fluid bent before the malicious designs of my creation into loving, crude, lewd hands.
Days on end. Weeks on end.
And do not get started on the alien creations built out of the experimentation of Sol with my bones and eyes. Many tributes to the Stars they will form until Sol gives me peace. Hats and monocles and baleen teeth sprouting out weeping rivulets of my tongue like the orange hairs lining the corpse of a copse.

Didn't said that wasn't enough, just the part where you set free will not come soon

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Didn't said that wasn't enough, just the part where you set free will not come soon

 

[MintiLime]

I LOVE THIS!!! A FRIGGIN' POEM!
WONDERFUL! *a twinkle of crystalized joy glimmers in my eyes*

I am feeling archaic and cringey today.
I give thanks for the compliments which thou choseth to display.

 

[sanitylimited]

author. if you want success, add the tags harem, smut, incest, smart^tm protagoni

 

[RepresentingPride]

author. if you want success, add the tags harem, smut, incest, smart^tm protagoni

And that how a character ask his god to make his wish come true.

 

[MintiLime]

For my own part:

Silnarion looks at me, expression vacant and eyes blank. A sense of emptiness fills the encounter, like that which the snake must feel when facing the sloughed off skin.

The author sighs. “I gave you my weakness for I could see no strength. I gave you the confusion and pain. I gave you the burden which I wished not to have.”

Silnarion ponders the message. “You gave as much kindness as you could as well, so I suppose I cannot blame you. You blame yourself enough. I will carry your burden so long as you continue to carry me within your mind and your pen.”

The author smiles while tears drip down her cheeks. “Oh child, oh self, I have done you wrong. I have not even given you the strength to be angry.”

Crookedly smiling, Silnarion answers back: “No, you gave me the strength to forgive.”

 

[georgelee5786]

"You fucking psycho. You killed like a hundred thousand people in 1 book. You're messed up, I think you need therapy."

 

[dummycake]

wait this is a character talking to me specifically?????