ProfNigma Stories #10: It’s All Been Done #1
Date: 11/27/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... about free will, and how this is the price, because once I tell you this, there's no way for you to un-know it." Mr Ill sat up and set his computer on the table before floating over to the window. "You are a character in a story. What I write goes, and while those around can and will react as if this was real life, this peek behind the curtain will assure you that what they are doing is not that. They are following a script I write, doing the things I choose for them to do. You're no different... or at least you were." "How am I not? You are still controlling me, making me say things, right?" Freddie said, moving toward the window as well. "Technically yes, but what you just did there... moving to the window with me... I didn't write that. Or think it. You did that all on your own. Free will." "So..." Freddie moved around the room, feeling a bit different, and for the first time, entirely unsure of what was going on here, "your price wasn't taking my free will away... because I never had it. You're giving it to me. Why?" "Because I made a couple mistakes, obviously," Mr Ill said, with a sigh. "You killed everyone." "No... Not that. I was actually always considering that that's how this could end for all of you, pulling the two shows in for a massive bl**dbath," Mr Ill casually touched his face. "I was writing happily about you and the others having and sharing experiences, usually of a romantic nature ...
... together, and I just got bored. This chapter we're in now is when I screwed up. I made you and Jade 'break up' with Tori, in a pretty shitty way, which she never got over, and yada, yada, yada. But what really got me upset, was losing readers and bad reviews." "Not the happiness or lives of people, but that people didn't like what you did?" Freddie was utterly astonished. "You're a real asshole." "Believe me, I know, but this is how I'm going to make it better. With you, and not me necessarily, at the helm of what you do, perhaps you will make the right choice." "So we'll all act as free people? How does that work for you as the writer?" Freddie said, just going with this idea even if he couldn't wrap his brain around it. "It doesn't, and no, you won't." Mr Ill floated back to his chair and settled in before grabbing his computer. "This is where the burden comes in. I'm not done with the stories here, and too much free will and I can't control the flow of action or people. So everyone else... the world around you, is my fiction. Mine to do with as I wish." "Until someone says they don't like it and bruises your ego, right?" Freddie fired back snarkily. "Don't get ahead of me, k*d. I shut this thing down, and you're back on the island... and if I so choose to erase the stories- you're nothing." Though he was faceless, Freddie could still see the slight redness on the face from his growing anger. "Hang on a ...