Me:
Dang. Of all the possible 45 endings, this was the one I was really hoping wouldn't happen
My intelligence:
That was a potential outcome
My imagination:
*acting shifty*
My intelligence:
What are you doing
My imagination:
*Hides the heavily edited draft of the next chapter behind her back*
N o t h i n g
My intelligence:
*le grab*
This... is... nothing like the version she has to publish based of every choice they've made
My imagination:
BUT ITS SAD!! WE NEED TO MAKE IT BETTER
My intelligence:
WE CANT RIG IT BECAUSE WE DONT WANT TO WRITE IT, WE GAVE THAT UP WHEN WE MADE THIS STORY A CYOA
Me:
S a v e.     M e h