In the time I was in this pirating website hours must have gone by. I return to the thread house through the still open portal. But where did I find myself? Room 32, to be frank.

"Hiding in your tent is letting the pirates win," I saw SpikyKnight with a teal ribbon painted on the gray helmet.

"We're not cowards!" One cowardly Wattpadian shouts.

"I didn't say you were cowards," SpikyKnight said, folding her arms. "I said you were hiding."

One cowardly Wattpadian sticks their head out of the tent.

"All of my stories are on there," The first cowardly Wattpadian said.

"Yeah, and so are mine," SpikyKnight said, calmly.

"I am not getting out until the site is down," The first cowardly Wattpadian said.

"Then you will be in your tent for a really long time," SpikyKnight said.

"And my stories will be down until then!" The first cowardly Wattpadian said.

SpikyKnight yanks the cowardly Wattpadian out of tent.

"Did you just say what I heard you say?" SpikyKnight asks, politely.

"I have privated all my stories!" The first cowardly Wattpadian said.

SpikyKnight stares at the cowardly Wattpadian in horror thinking what to say.

"What is so bad about privating your stories in a situation like this?" I ask.

The first cowardly Wattpadian escapes SpikyKnight's grip.

"Yeah, what the Loki guy sa—" Charger30Kid said. "WAIT! THERE IS TWO LOKI'S."

The first cowardly Wattpadian starts sneaking back into the tent.

"Hold your slagging glichin' horses," SpikyKnight said. "The only one losing here is your readers,slag it, not the pirates." Her eyes narrow towards the first cowardly Wattpadian. "Now unprivate your stories. Because you might have some random Wattpader reading one of your stories and then, kabam! They can't continue reading it."

"Doesn't matter," The first cowardly Wattpadian said. "They can follow me and continue reading it."

"I have seen many people complain about not getting readers, and you, sir, are one of those people," SpikyKnight said. "You are more concerned about no one seeing your works because of some pirates giving you credit for writing it that you have forgotten your ghost readers who are lazy and don't follow you."

"Well, what do you suppose I do then?" The first cowardly Wattpadian said.

"Report, forget, calm down, and resume wattpadding," SpikyKnight said, dropping the first cowardly Wattpadian. "If you want to win then unprivate your stories and let Wattpad handle this. They have your interest in heart. They have your back. Best way to help the site you love is don't panic."

SpikyKnight wrecks the tent up using a fusion cannon.

"THE SAFE ZONE HAS BEEN BREATCHED!" The second cowardly Wattpdian screams.

SpikyKnight blows the smoke off the fusion cannon.

"Where did that come from?" I ask, staring blankly at the item resting on SpikyKnight's shoulder.

She held the fusion cannon as though it held no weight.

SpikyKnight grins.

"I made it appear, randomly," SpikyKnight said, cheerfully turned towards me with the fusion cannon on her shoulder. "Been a week since I last saw you."

"It's been a year," I said.

"Nope, a week," SpikyKnight said, frowning.

"Knight, to me it has been a year," I said.

"Uh huh," SpikyKnight said. The fusion cannon vanishes off her shoulder replaced by a parrot. "I don't roleplay, bustah, so please for pete's sake no roleplaying!"

"No rolepays," The parrot squawks.

"Which are you referring to?" I ask. "The one in the bedroom or the internet version?"

"The internet version, dummy," SpikyKnight said.

"Internet version!" The parrot squawks.

I notice our surroundings had changed to a gray room.

Oh great we are in Private Message.

"One, I am not a dummy," I said. "Two; why is there a pirating website stealing mortal's words?"

"Well," SpikyKnight said. "Some people think this is the works of a hacker."

"A person who steals data," I said.

"Yep," SpikyKnight said.

"What do you think?" I ask.

"Well," SpikyKnight starts, tapping her fingers together. "I think there is a bridge connection to the copyright part of the story page."

"Copyright part," The parrot squawks.

"The hacker somehow planted a virus that became a bridge connecting to the website so whenever the story updates it takes five minutes for the site to update," SpikyKnight explains. "However,stories marked mature are not uploaded as they can't be viewed."

"Why do you think it is the copyright part?" I ask.

"Because after awhile, even after I put my story on 'associate' it turns into reserved," SpikyKnight said. "It has been happening to other Wattpadders. So the hacker found a opportunity in the glitch side of the story content."

"But you just said the mature stories don't get uploaded as they are not public," I said.

"I wish there were diagrams to use such as the ones from Cyber Crimes," SpikyKnight said, with a sigh.

I made a watch appear in my hands and the time read 8:05 AM then look back up towards SpikyKnight.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" I ask.

SpikyKnight has a short laugh.

"Nope!" SpikyKnight said. "I am finished with High School." She sports a wide grin. "I graduated yesterday!"

"Graduated yesterday!" The parrot squawks.

SpikyKnight tosses confetti into the air.

"You have a parrot on your shoulder," I said.

"I do not," SpikyKnight said.

"I see a red and blue parrot on your shoulder," I said.

"I do not," The parrot squawks.

SpikyKnight rolls an eye.

"Do you have some disability or something?" SpikyKnight asks. "Because I would loove to know. No, seriously, I find other disability's cooler than mine!"

"Cooler than mine!" The parrot squawks.

"I have nothing," I said.

And to think I missed roaming on this realm!

"I know someone who has two imaginary friends who help them with their anger," SpikyKnight counts her fingers. "I know someone with dyslexia, and another person who might have MPD on another website for Ben 10 Fan Fictions."

"MPD?" I ask.

"Multiple Personality Disorder," SpikyKnight said.

"And...You find that interesting?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Heck yeah!" SpikyKnight said. "They are totally awesome."

I lower my brow.

"You have one odd view on disabilities," I said.

SpikyKnight nods, excitedly.

"Telll meeeee!" SpikyKnight pleads.

"I have noneofyourinterstisum," I lied.

"COOL!" SpikyKnight said. "I amma search it up."

"Search it up!" The parrot squawks, swinging from side to side.

I stare at the two, dumbfounded.

"Well," SpikyKnight said. "I better go, I don't want to be a mosquito."

SpikyKnight vanishes leaving me at the front door to my profile house.

Wasn't I at the thread house?