ProfNigma Stories #10: It’s All Been Done #1
Date: 11/27/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... cup suddenly full again. "You're your own person now. How do you feel about her? About any of the others?" "I feel the same way... but if you did this... if you created all of this, how can I trust anything that I feel... or with that, how anyone else in my life actually feels? I just need to know what is real." "I'm actually still working on that one myself, actually." Mr Ill reached for his laptop and seemed like he was scrolling up. "Let me tell you what my reality is, in what I'd call the real world, when it comes to you and all of... this. You, and all the people you knew until about three years ago- Carly, Sam, Spencer, Gibby, etc. were a product of a writer on a TV show for which all of this is based, and you were actually the supporting character to Carly. That same writer created a show about a special high school for talented teenagers, which is where all your LA friends came from. Your show went off the rails and ended with a terrible spinoff with Sam, and Cat, of course, from the other show which had been cancelled. Be-fore it ended though, I, along with hundreds of writers out there, saved you all for our own realities and stories so that you could live on." "Wow..." Freddie said, going to the kitchen to get a drink as this was making his mind explode. "So, everything I've known for the last-" "You probably think about the one night that changed your life often, right? The one where you and Sam finally slept ...
... together, and then Carly joined for a while of bliss." "Forever tainted, now, of course." "But still, that was actually the first thing I wrote with you, and from there, everything that has happened, has been my handiwork." "So the greatest and worst moments of my life..." he muttered. "Great. But that doesn't answer my question about Jade. Because I feel like I can't trust anything she has ever said or done now. I'm literally jaded." "Ooh, nice wordplay," Mr Ill said, heading back to his chair once more. "But on that serious note, that's kinda the price here. The unexpected virtue of ignorance. You have two choices. You can abandon everything here as you cannot trust it and disappear from the world as you know it and the characters will react accordingly. Or, you can accept that this is a pretty sweet life." "You made me the Truman Show, basically..." Freddie said, mind racing. "Did you miss the part where you have not one, but two, gorgeous women upstairs right now? Who want you? Do you have any idea how many men, and women, would kill to have what you have right now?" Mr Ill was clearly frustrated as he was getting flushed again, gripping his black hair. "I have given you everything any straight, red bl**ded male could want. I feel like the choice is pretty obvious." "For you, maybe..." the former tech producer shot back. "Is that why this fantasy happened in the first place? Sexual ...