Minutes later, I was far away from the town of Forlot and following a road that led to a dead end...and Dr. Maxwell's lab. The purple light from the sky was shining down on me as if showing me the way. I cupped my hands around my mouth and called for my used-to-be friend.

"Mary Sue? Mary Sue!" My voice echoed through the dead silence, and I listened for any peculiar noises.

None.

I was getting discouraged and impatient and thought that I was going in the wrong direction, and after walking another foot, I gave up and decided to go the other way. But just to be sure that I was not mistaking, I called out to Mary Sue one more time.

"Mary Sue!"

Again, there was only silence, aside from my footsteps. I was wasting my breath...or so I thought.

I turned my body around - and a hand clamped down on my wrist and forced me to turn back. I gasped and recognized the face. And no, it was not Mary Sue.

Okay, okay. It was.

"Mary Sue."

"Ada!" For the first time since that I was created, the perfect girl embraced me in a hug. "Thank the stars that you are here, Ada."

She was squeezing me, and part of that was because she was afraid of what she did. I coughed hard and managed to choke out that she was hurting me.

"Oh!" She released me and hid her hands behind her back. "Sorry."

I reached for her. "Are you alright?"

She scooted back. "Psychically...but I am sure not perfect anymore..."

For some reason, I had a feeling that she was hiding her hands from me. It is normal for people to put their hands behind their backs...

...unless they are acting out of character, and Mary Sue was for sure acting out of her comfort zone. Sweat stained her white and pink dress, and her hair, once thoroughly brushed, was now in tangles.

I cut to the chase. "Show me your hands."

She almost leaped out of her shoes. "A-are you assuming that I have something to hide? That is not how I am. That is not how a Mary Sue is!"

"Mary Sue..." I paused, and then continued. "...I think that it is safe to assume that you are no longer a Mary Sue. But that is good. Did you know that our fans do not care for Mary Sues?"

Tears formed in her eyes. "Are you implying that murdering two people is a good thing?!"

"Um...ah, forget it. Just lead me to the bodies."

And that is just what she did. Along the way, I discovered that both of her hands were covered in dry blood, and she told me the whole story.

Mary Sue and our writer, Ash J., were taking a walk through the woods when three real worlders came to view. According to her, these real worlders were evil and attacked Ash.

In a desperate attempt to save our writer, Mary Sue did the only thing that she could think of. She stole a gun that belonged to one of the real worlders and shot all three real worlders. Two of them died on the scene, and the third one was still alive, for he was shot in the leg.

"The real worlder is bleeding badly," Mary Sue finished. "I was trying to get the bleeding to stop. That is why there is blood on my hands."

"Okay. So why contact me and not the hospital?"

"Are you serious, Ada? If the hospital finds out that I shot him and murdered the other two, I surely will go to jail in the next town over." She stumbled over some tree roots and pointed. "There they are!"

We raced to the scene. Ash J. was knocked out cold, but was thankfully still alive. And just like what my used-to-be friend explained, the three real worlders were shot. A white male and white female were lying on the grass and dead, and a black male was leaning on a tree trunk. He was clutching his left leg and moaning in pain.

Mary Sue and I dropped to our knees on either side of the boy.

"Were you shot in your right leg?" I asked him, checking to make absolute sure that I was not mistaken.

"Heck, yes!" he yelled. "And it is all because of the psychopath!"

Mary Sue wiped away a tear. "Excuse me?"

He turned to glare at her. "It is you. You are the girl who shot me!"

"I-I did not mean to..."

"Stop lying! You knew what you were doing! That is why you did not hesitate to stop!"

"It is not like that!"

"You shot me and my friends with no mercy!"

"You attacked my best friend!"

There we go with the best friend again.

"Your writer deserved it. And now I know why she is a disgrace."

Mary Sue held the sides of her head and muttered, "Shut up."

"That is enough!" I shouted to the boy, but he ignored me.

"You are a murderer. A monster."

"I said to shut up!"

Mary Sue had reached her boiling point and scooped up the gun that had been on the ground. She aimed it at the boy, pulled the trigger, and shot him.

And she did not shoot him once. Oh, no. She shot him multiple times. In the foot. In the stomach. In the chest.

In the head.

The hand with the gun shook, and Mary Sue threw the gun across the grass and burst out crying.

My face saddened. "Oh, Mary Sue," I said. I crawled on my hands and knees and pulled her close to me. She gripped on my shoulders and cried harder.

Something changed inside Mary Sue that morning. No longer was she that perfect girl who was super annoying.

The boy was indeed right. She was a psychopath all along.