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(I am so so so sorry for this, but OCD got to me and I want to leave a proper finish to this. You may ignore this xD) (Also, hi! it's been ages, and you probably don't remember me. But this is one of my most favorite pieces I've collab'ed on so far, so thank you for the experience~) My mind...

Anger boiled within me with no limits. I mean, how would you feel if someone you barely know walked up to you and said "Hey, yeah so you're not real. And I'm your da- creator." That is beyond frustrating, annoying and hardly believable. "You wouldn't happen to see anything... special, about...

I stared at Vince as he explained the situation. I felt so broken and used. I mean, sure. The life of an actress was not all glamour... But turns out all I was was a character. Did that mean nothing was real? I felt my anger sustaining, growing even. Blaming Vince wasn't going to get me...

I took the note from Vince, not really know what to expect. Was it his diary or something? As I went through it, I couldn't help but notice a feeling of familiarity. There was a lot of writing that was scratched out, but equally as many which seemed to be linked to another event. My eyebrows...

I felt this mild tinge in my legs and stood up as Vince handed me another piece of paper. I gazed at him with a puzzled expression before reading it, "Suddenly, Heather decided to stand up, then sit right back down again, for apparently no reason." I rolled my eyes and looked Vince dead in the...

I sniffed pathetically. Under normal circumstances, I would've felt embarrassed for crying. But today I think I deserved a break from my daily routine reality. Vince looked at me nervously before looking away. "Look, Heather... there's something I need to tell you." He said, "I would have told...

Hnng... Where am I? A-am I dead? Pssh no. If I was dead I wouldn't be talking to myself as I float aimlessly in the darkness. But wait... How would I know that that's not what dead people do? I felt paralyzed, like literally. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. But at the same time, I didn't...

Yet another room... I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. We managed to get away... Or had we just been cornered? As we ran through the door, I thought I heard the sound of a paper being ripped into two. A small gasp escaped my lips as a sudden jolt of something ran through me. I must be...

I opened my mouth to retort and saw that Vince was signalling me towards what seemed like a door behind the old lady. Oh ho ho. Now would be the best time to reveal the true actress in me. I sniffed, my eyes welling with genuine (NOT) tears as I gazed upon the man who had helped me so far...

"A tighter leash?!?" I glared at her in shock, "Listen here you old hag, your attitude is getting really annoying by the minu-" I flinched as Vince placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him, accidentally still holding my glare from yelling at the old Lunch Lady lady. "Look...

I started getting really frustrated with how long this was taking. Also, this lady was NOT nice. When I thought that she was referring to the typewriter as the package, I was wrong. So I snapped. "Excuse me? Who are you calling a package?" I growled as I stormed into the room. "Now I've had it...

I cheered Vince mentally as he stormed towards the dull boring lady. I didn't see how this would be my way out, but hey! At least his typewriter would get fixed. And maybe then we can find a way out. I waited patiently outside the room, feeling a slight sense of relief, thanks to the light. I...

I had to follow him? I didn't want to follow him into the even more darker space. I had enough darkness to deal with as it is. Regretfully, I trudged behind him. And as it turns out, it wasn't actually a dark room. I shielded my eyes and bit back a curse. Vince seemed to recognize the woman on...

"NEXT!" I jumped in surprise. I swear, this creepy thing NEEDS to stop! "T-two forty one. That's you." I said as I nudged him from the back. "Don't mind me asking, but why is your office so creepy? Isn't it supposed to be... I don't know, boring?"

"Really? Worse than that day in chapter 3 when the drunk mime spilled the coffee all over...? Never mind, actually." "How did you..." I blinked in surprise. I hadn't told anyone about that day. Gosh, he was right. A drunk mime spilled coffee all over my white cashmere blouse and I had...

My breathing picked up and I began to panic. I don't know why I felt this afraid, but being trapped in a dark room (?) with seemingly no way out didn't seem to really help. The room, no I'm going to call this an abyss. Whatever, it got a bit more chillier and I hugged myself. "Heather...

I flinched in shock as he yelled, even more so when he threw the typewriter. For a split second, I thought it was me he was aiming at, but thank God. I glared at him. It wasn't like I wanted to be where ever I was. Heck I don't even know how I got here! To make it worse, with every passing...

I listened to Vince's reasoning and felt a sudden shiver down my spine. "Never heard of what?" I asked, feeling slightly more uneasy than I was. He still hadn't answered any of my question as to how I got here. "I-I could just say I stumbled in. If they want to sue me, that's preposterous." I...

"What is it with you people and darkness?" I whispered, rather whimpered. I stood still, trying to see something infront of me, but again like everytime I tried today- NOTHING. Save the distant light and the silhouette of Vince, I could see nothing. "H-hey wait up!" I called out, running after...

"What do they call you by the way?" I asked as we went down th- sorry. Up the stairs. "Bob? Melvin? Harvey?" I said, trying to guess his name. "And by the way, I'm sorry if I got you into any trouble..." I said, meaning it. I followed him through the building until we were finally near the exit...