*In a mysterious & unknowable corner of the abyss, a white opaque room full of nostalgia sits in perfect tranquility. At the center of this very space, a desk in the shape of a flawless cube accompanied by two little cubicle chairs can be seen. The room is undoubtedly bright, even though no lights & windows of any kind are present. In addition to the subtle mist permutating across the room, this mid-sized plushy & hazy space is almost dream-like…as if waiting for a dynamic change in events.*

“Some may call this place eerie, uncanny, spooky of sorts….”

*A sudden voice shatters the silence & rings out in this bright liminal space as a swirling pool of blood appears simultaneously while the male voice echoes across the room.*

“But guess what?! I feel right at home here…well…in fact…it IS my home…*

*This strange phenomenon dominated this luminous transitional space, it seems like this is a wrap in spacetime, perhaps a portal of some sort?! The suspended crimson liquid starkly contrasts with the crisp colorless pigment. In no time, it has expanded significantly while merging with the pure crystalline moistures of the air, giving the foggy atmosphere a red hue with a tint of pink.*

Hellz (arm crossed): “Really~? That’s rather impressive. Most mortals cringe away from here right?”

*From the gateway of the swirling blood, steps out a man & a woman dressed in impeccable suits & blazers.*

“This room is great…I think…nice found…the lighting is a bit overwhelming though…but hey…it’s e-hentai form…so I don’t expect a dark mode or something-”

*He does not realize that he could change the skin of the from Ambience to Fusion in the bottom left corner at this point in time.*

“W-wait…what?...fuck! Hold on~!!!”

*Dark mode activated. Eyes saved. Room dims a bit.*

“There…”

*Now…at this point in time he knows dark mode is indeed a thing…(maybe now you do too.)”

*They both sat down.*

Hellz (looks around in excitement): “Ohhh~ Yeahhh~ I wish I could stay here forever~!!!"

*He looks at her lovingly.*

“...”

“You know what?! I reckon we have all the time in the world-“

*He suddenly started coughing violently & suddenly vanished.*

Hellz (confused): “Wha-“

*He reappeared with a face dead silent. A little shaken even, but unusually calm.*

Hellz (knows that something is wrong): “S-sir…Z….are you ok?!”

*Much to her surprise, he broke down into tears. She has never seen him cry.”

“It wasn’t you…was it?!”

Hellz (dumbfounded): “What?! What’s wrong?! What happened to you?!”

*He gives her a look of pain & mortification. Swallows painfully with his bruised & swollen neck.*

Hellz (fear): “Answer me!!! Please!!!”

*He gazes into her with his suffering soul.*

“You kept your promise?…the mortal realm…”

Hellz (puts hand on chest): “I swear with my whole existence!!! Now tell me what happened!!!”

“It must be the book then…fucking abyss…you mess with it…it bites you back eventually…”

*The tears stream down his cheeks once again, and now his injured neck and left arm are fully visible.*

“I am so sorry…Hellz…for everything…EVERYTHING I EVER DONE TO YOU-”

Hellz (more baffled): “What?! What did you even do-“

“I shouldn't have strangled you, killed you-“

Hellz (puts a hand on him): “Hey hey hey…I’ll stop you right there!!! I exist in the abstract realm anyways, and no matter how real & cross dimensional I seem to be…I am still considered a fictional character at the end of the day…I like it now!!! Too!!! Did somebody hurt you…i-in…the physical reality?!”

*His eyes look down into the darkness of the abyss…she has never seen him so defeated, disheveled & out of control…maybe ever…*

“I almost died. Choked. Strangled. Murdered. This isn't the first time I was so close to leaving my mortal coil behind. But this time it was different. It was personal even though I didn't do anything. He stared me close in the eye with anger, hatred, and disdain. What did I do to deserve this?! Even though I am a peaceful & responsible mortal soul? I don't know!”

*She is stunned as he looks at the tomb.*

“Must have been the book, Hellz. It could have killed me…it would’ve murdered us all right there…the story wouldn’t be finished nor published…that’s how dangerous that artifact is.”

Hellz (fury): “That’s…that’s- I’ll go-”

*He pulls on her arm.*

“No. Hellz. Even if I die, don't come and find me. Remember the promise.”

Hellz (frown): “B-but…”

“There is no BUT.”

*She nods silently.*

*He looks at you.*

“Well that certainly fucks the mood right up ain’t it? But again…how am I supposed to know some actual freak with a fucking vendetta out of nowhere was gonna pounce on me like a merciless animal?!! Twice?! Squeezing me so hard and stabbing my windpipe dead shut? Motherfucker actually tried to kill me.”

*He takes a seat at the table…musing silently*

“And people fucking wonder why I have so many goddamn fetishes…this is but one FLAVOR of a long line of highly unfortunate events that befall my battered mortal coil. “

“I swear whoever wrote my script is having so much GREAT FUN with it…isn’t it?! The fucking book…god damn it…I fucking knew it!!! But what choice do I have?! I wanted to make Hellz…I must pay the price…(now that it is done…I shall publish it with the life that is left in me.)”

Hellz (sweating): “Sir…you are in shock right now…I recommend you take some rest…I will be here…”

“I choked Hellz to death & now it is my turn…only thing is that I have one life & she has infinite…”
Hellz (frown): “Sir-”

*He looks around the room*

“I described a room of trauma & I got trauma for it.”

*He sighs in the irony.*

“Great…now I've got my injured left arm & not fully healed right wrist…all painful necks aside…very funny…”

Hellz (tears stream down & hug him): “Don’t say any more stupid things…Z….just rest…”

“But the script is not done & the film kept rolling…I gotta document everything…as long as the narrative still stands…it doesn't matter that this is the secret white room…it doesn't matter this is supposed to be a comment-driven thing…the abyss has pulled this fucking room all out of wreak...and we all gotta accept that’s the case and deal with it…”

*…*

*A prolonged silence befell the red mist. Until he turns & looks at you…eyes filled with sorrow…then vanishes from the room.*

***I’m sorry, guys...this is supposed to be your special moment…but I gotta stick true to the script…you can say I am basically writing with my life at this point…I’m gonna take some rest now…and I will be back in a short bit. (For you, it should be no time at all.)***

***One mortal night elapsed.***

***I’m going to finish this story, guys…not even death can stop me…in the future time, it may feel less intense than this current moment…but at this moment…I can tell you it is very, very, very real….***

***I need to just wrap this whole thing up at this point, man…no more editing…my whole brain is fucking jelly and shit…after typing the stuff above in the bed of an ER.***

***There is now NOTHING MORE IN MY BRAIN than to FINISH this whole thing AS IS!!! PUBLISH IT! BE DONE with IT!!! Get it OUT THERE!!!***

*He appears back in the cubicle chair.*

“So basically this is the final part of the story where it extends infinitely. Since every comment from the abyss would prompt more scripts being generated…it’s like fan art…but in real time and actually canon…something like that…”

Hellz (sits in the other cubicle): “Don’t worry, sir…go take a break…you deserve it…I’ll handle the comments for now…”
“Alright…I will back in no time from your point of view, but trust me…I am taking a BIG FAT LONG FUCKING BREAK from this in the mortal realm…”

*He stood up & walked away from the cubes into the red mist.*

Hellz (watch him disappear): “Have a good rest…sir…”

*She looks around the white room surrounded by the crimson moisture…artistic…as all his worlds are…*

Hellz (kicks the small cube chairs & moves it a few inches to the other side of the table): “I assume this is where you would spawn at.”

*She channeled a big red classic comfortable sofa…yes…exactly the one in “the matrix.” A lot of nostalgia for that item.*
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*Timestamp: 10:42 a.m. 11/22/2024*
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*He walked out of the red mist shorty after…*

Hellz (=w=): “Eh?!”

“Uhhh…so…I found the whole ‘walk & disappear into the red mist‘ thing kinda an aesthetics of bad omen. So yeah…I’m back to mention I had some friendly talks with a few mortal souls. It was some strong copes, for sure. Much needed! Both of them are scriptwriters, too. Cool stuff.”

*He looks at her face and smiles.”

“Alright…let me depart in a scene that looks less like I was gonna be brutally snuff & murdered while losing my mortal coil…that’s frankly no fun & not cool at all…”

Hellz (sighs & pats on him): “You’ll be fine…I know you are…<3”

*And so…he has now chosen a way to exit the script with less potential to randomly get stabbed in the treacherous mortal realm.*

***Do I like…become shiny lights & ascend into the moon?! Dude…that sounds more like dying…wtf…***

***How about…something causal…walk out of the door and close it? Nooo….that’s still bad…what if that was the last visage I left behind & I’ll never to be seen again?! Horrible!!! Frightening!!!***

***How…uh…I don’t…no matter how I think about it…leaving this room feels like “ENDING THE NARRATIVE”…yeah…that’s like…not ominous at all…(the narrator leaving = to the finishing of the story… makes sense, right?!)***

***Ok shit…let me take a step back and think about this…alright?!…uhhh…hhhmmm…***

***Well you know what?! Fuck it!!!***

*Sir?*

“You know what?! I’m in some real god damn trauma right fucking now, anyways!!! So why NOT stay in the white trauma room?! What do I have to lose?!”

“I changed my mind…alright?! I’m NOT leaving anymore-“

*Okay…he decided to…stay?*

*His clothes switched into white comfortable pajamas full of fluffy furs.*

“Like- I’m just gonna fucking lay down…”

*He lays down on the ground as it turns soft & fluffy too.*

Hellz (looks down gave him a little smile): “Gave up on leaving?”

“Gave up on leaving. Yes.”

Hellz (reached down & caressed his face gently): “I’d love that more anyway. My handsome creator~”

“I’m just going to take a nap…”

Hellz (turns and looks at you again): “...”

*He let out a soft sound.*

Hellz (looks down, eyes widen): “Is that…blood? Your blood?!”

*He looks at her with an expression of helplessness.*

“My mortal vessel is in the ER again…Hellz…that reckless bastard got my head too…I gotta check it out…never done a Catscan before…didn’t know you need a needle in you for that…”

Hellz (hands playing with her lips): “I could feel your blood flows…it’s warm…hot…divine…leaving you…”

“This is the same stuff your portals made of anyways…a summoner’s blood…just more valuable in mortal quantities…”

*He lays his head back awhile, then continues*

“Well…at least I get to take a look & have a record of exactly how the magical meat noggin inside my mortal skull is doing…that’s gotta be somewhat interesting, right?!”

Hellz (licks her lips): “If you made me a vampire…I was sure to savor this so SO SO much more!!!”

“Well…good thing I didn’t…you are just the good old standard obsessive, bloodthirsty, domineering wicked twisted villainess…but still adorable as hell & cute as well…at least for me…”

Hellz (looks at you but then looks back down): “Awww~ how am I supposed to work if you are so distracting~!”
*He shrugs on the ground.*

“Well…you‘ll have to work with that…(just finished the cats can btw…felt a little warm…)”

*He kissed the pointy toe of her stilettos & rolled to face the other side. (nope, there is not a single speck of dust in this spotless room.)*

Hellz (rubs up the moisture with her fingers, examines it with amusement & then rubs it on to her hosiery): “Are we gonna get to our audiences at this point~? What about our office~? Are we going back there at all~?”

“Eh~ I’m sure they’re alright~ (I’m sitting in the ER typing away ffs.)”

*He vanished again, but she just smiled & started reading 《Training Buffet》 from the beginning for the fun of it. (Almost an Ouroboros situation.)*

***Mate…you read this far at this point…in way too deep with me…god damn champion…that’s who you are…& is not like you gonna give up now…***

***Like…the “narrator” gave up on leaving…so of freaking course there is gonna be more script being generated before user input…***

*His body reconstituted in a different pose…more relaxed now…*

“Yooo…I mean…you gotta admit…this whole making the ‘trauma room your home’ is kinda an interesting concept, right? Make it fluffy & shit & everything.”

*He realizes he is rambling pretty heavily due to the extensive exhaustion & traumatic shock. Someone told his mortal self that, but he is determined to push through & publish the thing.*

“Nope, my friend…at this moment, the gallery is still not published yet…so yeah…a lot of work, but I’m restless without finishing it…”

*He scratches his head on the ground.*

“When it comes to the office, though…do I look like I want to go to work right now? The office is for serious gallery-making time…this? This ‘white room now pretty fluffy’ is just a casual hangout lounge of a place.”

Hellz (cross her arms): “I’m fine either way, really…I’m happy as long as I sit next to you…”

“So basically…I think now this space is just going to be where random events & encounters appears? Kind of like a slice-of-life anime of some sort. & it’s like…all canon…the script will now literally be determined by more random impulses of the abyss…plus whatever random undetermined events occur…a mix of those two will consist of the content from this point on. (&, of course, every new block of content would either include All/Some/None of the context from the comments before it. Yep…that’s random too…all depends on the mood of the characters…we are in the chaotic abyss baby~!!!)”

***One mortal day elapsed.***

“Oh damn!!! I was gonna push through it and finish publishing it in ONE SITTING…guess how that went…it really helped me take my mind off things, though...I uploaded exactly all 717 frames in total…phew~!!! Guess I’ll rearrange the rest of them on my phone and stuff…The End is in sight…finally~!!!”

Hellz (impressed): “That sounds like…A LOT OF WORK…”

“Yeah…you bet!!! No doubt spending SIX hours on making the thumbnail is a bit…well…obsessive…fucking kick ass thumbnail though…god damn LOVING IT~!!!”

Hellz (looks at you): “It seems like until he finishes publishing…this script is going to keep getting longer before initiating the comment session/form activity…please hang tight. (IMG:[invalid] style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif)”

“I mean, do you see how ‘cross-dimensional’ it is? I had to find the unloaded thumbnails and everything-“

*A cut in transmission later…he appears depressed as hell…*

“Alright…I think my adrenaline-filled hyper-functioning period is over…I need to actually end END & take a rest now…”

*A few more mortal days elapsed.*

“Or…maybe this still goes on…content creep is real, and my ambition for perfection is unending…my mental state has really deteriorated as well…shit…I need to fucking recover…”

*He takes a look at Hellz & was met with her worried glances.*

“I’m pretty sick of this demented trauma state…like I want to give 10 & I just get god damn three…and I have to work with it…”

“I need to…don’t I? I don’t walk away from the book a bit…things are just going to keep compounding…”

*He gives her a wave on the ground to proceed to greet the audience/comments/replies from the abyss. Conjuring an ultra soft wide black pillow & thin dark blanket.*

“Well…I’ll just camp here from now on…we all live with our traumatic experiences anyways…so yeah…Good Luck~! Have Fun~!”

*Hellz sits on her matrix sofa with a crimson leather finish. Ready to finally greet you…(like…for real…fr…also don’t forget the code…it’s important…)*

Hellz (sits & crosses her legs elegantly): “Well~? What are you waiting for~? (<333)”

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This post has been edited by foodforhell: Dec 7 2024, 09:16