???: Well shit, back here again. 

A being that is most likely a human male has appeared in the terminal. The man is wearing a pair of lacrosse socks, grey Asics running shoes, black combat pants, a red tech fabric shirt, a sweat stained and sun bleached patrol cap that was once entirely black, a messenger bag, and a similar jacket to the one worm by mister bones, only with this one having a flag patch with the flag of Erusea attached to a piece of Velcro on the left sleeve.

???: Alright, where's my return pass? 

The aforementioned man is in the process of digging through the bag, trying to find where he put his work pass.

The man looks towards the readers, and makes a motion that falls somewhere between a wave and salute as a way of greeting the readers. "Oh hey audience, you must be wondering who I am, huh?"

"My name is [REDACTED] [REDACTED], and for the past 19-ish months, I've been the one and only Inva1idus3r. I'm one of your guides for your journeys in my little corner of the internet. Or if you really want to be specific, I'm the one who's writing and coming up with the ideas you see in my little corner. In other words, I'm the author here." 

The author then takes an incredibly thick notebook out of the bag, opens it up, and looks at the most recent information. "Damn, that's kind of a long winded rant. Sorry about that."

The author then puts the notebook back in the bag, continues digging through it for a bit, and then finds what they were looking for. A wallet containing things like their return pass, student ID, an arcade card, a punch card for a coffee shop, and 27.56 USD in the form of a twenty, a five, and about two and a half one dollar bills. "There we go."

The author then pulls out a phone and calls someone. 

"Hey Death

. . .

Yeah

. . . 

I know

. . .

It's kind of embarrassing this time, do I have too? 

. . . 

Ugh 

. . . 

Okay, so I got killed by a character in one of my books 

. . . 

Yes, I know that shouldn't happen 

. . . 

Yeah, life's been pretty good lately, been having some issues with motivation, focus, school, and college apps and what not, but other than that, nothing too bad.

. . .

I know

. . .

Alright, thanks Death. I'll call or see you again later."

The author then puts the phone back in their pocket, goes over to a door that's off in the corner of the room that has a guard next to it, shows the guard their return pass, and then taps the pass against a key pad and passes through the door.

[_RESPOND_AS_YOU_WILL_]

Realizing that you probably don't have any context for what happened, Mr. Bones goes and explains what just happened. "Author came through again. Author has special permissions to go back and forth, considering that they've got enough stress on them already from life and what not. Also has permission since they've somehow been killed a couple of times in authors notes and their own stories, and Lady Death felt bad and just gave them a pass."

[_RESPOND_AS_YOU_WILL_]

"Don't put too much though into it kid. Just don't give the guy a hard time. Last time someone tried to violently take that pass from the author, bad things happened to them. Guy was a egotistic, narcissistic, stuck up maniac, attacked the poor kid when he came in cause he wanted the pass. Lot of people didn't like that, so the guy was sentenced to "The Boilerplate.""

[_RESPOND_AS_YOU_WILL_]

"You don't want to know what it is. And don't even go looking for it either those who do usually don't come back, same with those sentenced to it. Come on, let's keep moving." Mr. Bones then continues walking.

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