If you were to look, there would be quite literally nothing. Of course, that would be because you wouldn't be able to see anything, for it, only reveals itself to those who its inhabitants allow. Then, it appears. An enormous mansion, one mimicking those of the old ages. The mansion however is anything but old. It had a majestic aura, one almost of royalty, that gave one the impression that it would stand the test of time and pass with flying colors. Upon closer inspection, you can see something else. A silhouette, standing by the window. It was on its side with its arms raised in a threatening manner. Another figure appeared and seemed to be shouting, most likely insults, at the other silhouette. The first lunged at the second before they both disappeared from view, no longer in sight of the window. However, we are lucky because we are The Eyes, the embodiment of The Fourth Wall. Therefore, we can get a closer look at the strange figures arguing at each other.

"I WILL ATTACK MYRIAD WITH POPCORN!" One of the figures yelled loudly. This figure was extremely white-skinned, with long purple hair flowing down past her shoulders. She was being held back by a girl with dirty blond hair and two different shades of amber eyes. The girl was wearing a purplish reddish medieval gown with silver accents. She had on a flower crown with roses of the same color as her dress and silver leaves.

"NO, I WILL PURR HIM INTO OBLIVION!! HOW DARE SHE SAY THAT T-DUDE IS A TERRIBLE AUTHOR?!" Shrieked another girl, her form flickering. She seemed to be glitching between the form of a teenage girl and a sleek, ice-coated black dragon, with the human form having shoulder-length dirty blonde hair that was streaked with a blue so pale it was nearly white, and heterochromatic eyes, one the color of ice and the other a soft brown. She had two charms on a chain around her neck, one of which was broken, and every time she glitched, it glowed brightly. She wore a hoodie printed with constellations over a shirt reading 'I went through 358/2 days of ******** and all I got was this lousy t-shirt,' and some plain skinny jeans with black boots. The unbroken charm on her necklace appeared to be shaped like a crown. Another charm hung out of her pocket on a keychain, seeming to be shaped like a stylized echo flower.

"Could you please refrain from harming my characters? And besides, I really am not that good of a writer..." The third figure spoke meekly. He was a rather tall figure, with skin as pale as the first one. He appears to be a male human figure, about perhaps 20 or so and looks rather strange. The figure has a dark blue and silver headband on top of a head filled with light brown hair. The figure usually has dark blue eyes with sparkles coming from it, making an illusion of the night sky in his eyes. This time however, they were a faint glow. His usual small smirk, one that seemed to say "I know I am" was replaced with a worried grimace. He wore a dark blue T-Shirt with a grey jacket tied at the waist as well as long silver pants with silver shoes.

The two arguing suddenly stopped and looked at the speaker. "What did you just say?"

The third person donned a look of fear on his face. "Eep! Nothing!"

"Mistresses... I agree with Sire..." The medieval-like girl said.

"Araicia, let me go! I need to send the angry 0w0 after him for saying that!" The first girl yelled at her friend, causing Araicia to shake her head with a heavy sigh. She never did let go though.

A fourth figure joined in on the conversation, anxiously replying. "Snow, Lunar. Give him a break. And for the love of everything good, no more sending out the little monster you call the angry 0w0." The figure appeared to be a girl and with lightly colored skin and rosy cheeks. Her messy light brown hair fell just above her shoulders, and big blue eyes that were full of desperation darted between person to person as she tried to get her friends to stop fighting. She was in a knee length light pink dress with small white hearts scattered over it that was slightly oversized, the pattern making her look quite childish. Under the dress, despite the weather showing no signs of a storm, she wore a pair of white rain boots with a yellow sun pattern on them. She seemed to be around 15.

"I started the fan club. What did you expect? Also, I will never stop using the angry 0w0," Lunar says in a frustrated tone.

"For once, I agree with Lunar! Kay, you know how good T-Dude's books are, right?!" Snow says, turning her head and looking expectantly at her other friend.

"Yes, they are good, but we don't need to murder him over it..." Kay replies to her.

"Yes! Listen to Kay! Don't murder me over my books!" T-Dude frantically agreed with Kay, panic clear in his voice.

"You really have to stop provoking them... at least it's not Dark," Kay commented, feeling slight pity for her friend.

"Yeah..." T-Dude said, shivering at the mention of the cursed name of his best friend and worst nightmare.

"Umm... what's going on?" A new figure enters the room, their curiosity clear. The figure was a girl wearing a jacket that was covered in different shades of pink. The hood of the jacket was black with a pink outline. She had pale skin and Snow White hair that faded into black. She was also wearing black basketball shorts with white stripes on the sides.

"Huh? Oh! Hey Mel!" T-Dude said, mood seeming to have improved from the avoidance of harm.

"Hello T-Dude!" Mel greeted, a smile on her face, before repeating the question. "What's going on here?"

Silence drowned the room as the four creators looked at each other. At first, Lunar opened her mouth to speak only for the third figure to interrupt her.
"You don't want to know." He hurried out as he shot the first two figures a pleading look. Snow decided to heed to T-Dude's look as she gave a small nod. It wasn't often when T-Dude would plead and when he did, it wasn't good.

T-Dude gave a small sigh of relief as he gave Snow a thankful look... that didn't last long because a certain purple haired girl decided to speak up. "T-Dude said that his books were bad."

"NO I DIDN'T!!" T-Dude screeched with panic flooding out of his voice, he raised his arms in a terrified manner as he took a step away from Mel. However, his attempt was futile.

Within a second, T-Dude was being dragged out of the room by Mel as he clawed on the ground trying to stop his friend. "I'm taking you to therapy-" she declared as she struggled to travel across the living room. However, before she could finish her sentence, the panicking male spoke up, cutting her off and completely interrupting her speech.

"Wha-? What does therapy have to do with this-" his question was immediately stopped as Mel glared at T-Dude.
"-with Dark." She growled out as she gave T-Dude an annoyed look. Apparently, she didn't enjoy being interrupted.

The reaction and change was as fast as lightning. T-Dude's face instantly paled a deathly white as his breath quickened at an unhealthy rate.
"No... NO!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" He screamed in pure fear as his attempts to escape became more feral. As he is dragged away, he continues to protest.

The other creators watched in utter shock as the two struggled and argued.
"... What... happened last time?" Lunar asked as she studied T-Dude's reaction. She herself however, didn't exactly want to know the answer.

"I have no idea..." Snow breathed as she carefully watched the two. She glanced over at her friend, Kay, as if expecting an answer.
"You don't want to know," Kay answered as if she had read Snows mind. She had heard the screams and shouts of the last therapy lesson and she knew without a doubt that he was surely scarred for life again. However, something pushed her to explain what she had regretted seeing to the other two creators.

"Apparently, he was painfully turned into a naga..." The way she saw him transform was brutal and extremely difficult to watch. It was lucky that he couldn't die forever, but it was clear that he wanted to.

"...I'm not going to ask." Snow spoke, knowing how sadistic and harsh Dark could be at times, even to her best friend.

"Yeah, you don't want to know." Kay agreed, then shivered slightly, her dress swaying at the sudden movement.

"HELP ME-" T-Dude screeched, but was cut off with a forceful tug at his collar. "STOP STRUGGLING!" Mel commanded, "YOU'RE ONLY MAKING IT HARDER FOR YOURSELF!"

Watching Mel walk away, Lunar spoke up. "We should probably follow them and make sure he doesn't get hurt, right?" The other two agreed with a quick "Yes, for sure," from Snow and a frantic "Of course!" from Kay. The group of three quickly caught up with the other members. Although T-Dude was still panicking, he was flailing much less, either from energy loss or he realized that struggling against the iron grip of the determined female was no use.

"Oh, right!" Mel suddenly spoke, her voice casual even as she was dragging along a 5"10 sparkly and very scared creator. "Don't forget to ask and dare us! We'd love to see what you guys come up with." And at that, the group was on its way to see Dark, hopefully this time with less screaming and fewer hurt eardrums.

Character Info:

@Lunar_Dreamcatcher:

Creator of many multiverses

Has a lot of OC's

Is insane

Writes on websites and makes videos

Needs mental help

@Snowstorm174:

Creator of Startale and Lost Memories, she is also the co-creator of the chaos that is It's A Beautiful Day.

She is a Frost Fury, although she may not always appear as one. Keep her away from high temperatures.

Will occasionally start purring. Will not stop until she is pet, and will attack if not pet.

Almost as crazy as Lunar, probably needs mental help.

@T-Dude:

Creator of ASToM/ASToMTR

Has two OC's named Myriad and Mr F.A.C.T

Has multiple personalities based off himself named ITD, T-Lord and T-God

Is still a sane and naive idiot, despite the fact that he is usually surrounded by crazy people.
Loves all of the others, even when they do terrifying things.

Doesn't think his book is good despite the others that completely think the opposite.

The weakest and least threatening of the bunch.

@Meltheshipper:

Creator of Is this real or was it the eggnog

Has one OC named Prophet

Thinks that she has good ideas, but she can't execute them well.

Has a very gory mindset

Curses a lot, and I mean a lot.

@KayTheOkayest (Kay):

Doesn't write books

Just here for reading the books her friends make

Often speaks in a loud volume

Jokes sometimes fly over her head

Childish in nature and very emotional

One of the few in the group that is (kind of) sane.