I proceed towards my profile page, as war continues to break out, curators attacking each other without mercy. Bullets, magic, and weapons clashing filling the air as Comet, Marco, and I proceed towards my castle. Who made Reaper? Who would do this?...

Who...?

"Reaper?" Armored is shocked to see me, but happy as well.

"Not a word," I glare, "killing Gen is all that matters now."

I attack Gen, who avoids my attack, chuckling.

"Reaper," he smirks, "don't you have a curator to obey?"

"I have permission to kill you," I smile.

"What the Hell is going in here!?!" Armored exclaims.

"Armored," Gen explains, "you're in a fanfic I'm using to advertise your world."

"Dammit one of those?" She sighs.

"Yup!" I exclaim, "another one!"

I lunge at Gen, who avoids my attack and counters. I draw apon the souls to enhance my attack as our fists clash. Armored screams at me to stop, but I don't listen.

"Reaper stop!" Charlie demands.

"Make me," I demand.

Gen rewrites the situation, disappearing from the place. Dang it.

"Oh well," I shurg, "how you been Arm-"

Son of a bitch he took her too! Can't I at least protect the only one from my world left?

...

I begin to explore his house, looking for some lead to where he's gone. I find an odd looking sphere with a button on top. I press it, revealing a list of members. Each corresponding to a faction...

Oh my Gods! The war! He's using it for plot! How revolting!

...

I notice a member, Rich the ghost. Says he's leaving soon and that he critiques writers. Helps them improve...

...

Let's see him out, yes?

We enter my castle, where I lock the doors and block them with various pieces of furniture.

"What's going on?" Comet demands.

"War," I sigh, "what Reaper did was enough to make the pot boil over."

"I don't think there hasn't been a crossover he hasn't screwed up," Gen walks in with a girl with long brown hair by his side, "sorry for breaking in, but you've seen what's going down."

"What do we do?" Marco asks.

"I can make canon Toffee," Gen shrugs, "Armored, you keep an eye on the grey skinned girl."

"Why not?" Armored shrugs.

*I walk off. Adding an * so that I can speak.

*"Gen what are you doing? Can I have my brother now?" Edgar sighs.

*"Man, you know this is only about advertising my stuff," I remind, "I mean, The Account can be so much more successful if this works. I don't care how this war ends anymore."

*"True," Edgar smirks, "I think I have an idea."

*"What's that?"

*"Give Reaper I.T.'s sword."

*"That can ban people!"

*"Exactly. People will be more interested in Reaper, and thus, your series. Even The Account."

*"Ohhhh... devious. I like it."

*"Then write it!"

I suddenly find I.T.'s sword in my hands...

I'm not complaing. I approach Rich, a ghostly being with a strong magical aura. He will be a powerful foe.

Huh, I notice that higher level seems to make someone stronger. At least judging by their auras. How odd. Guess recruiting a high level user like Ametaur was smart. I regret nothing.

"Rich," I smirk, "ghost fading from this place, I am an Author Slayer, and I have come to slay you."

I notice a man in a blue cloak with a red hat about to attack Rich step back, understanding I got here first.

"You must be Reaper," he smirks, "alright you psycho. Let's dance!"

Rich lunges at me, I leap with my sword, but he phases through and stabs me in the back.

"How do you intend to hit him?" Charlie asks.

"Like this you writer!" I exclaim, extending black tendrils from the sword. These magical extensions are able to kill Rich. I see his profile on the horizon dissapear...

Rich's account has been deleted.

"Come out," I demand, "you were about to attack him, right?"

The man reveals himself, shock on his face.

"Writer?" I ask.

"No," he replies, "you the Author Slayer?"

"Yeah," I reply.

"I am Wirt," the man explains, "a curator and leader of a faction. Mayhaps we can work together. Wanna advertise your cause? My importance in your story will make more chapters with you featured. People like this sorta thing. Besides, the other factions have writers. Those not in the club. You can kill them. Consider me an informant."

"I think," I smile, placing my hand on his shoulder, "this will be the start of a great alliance. Let's go Wirt..."

*Chapter's done.

*"Going great," Edgar smirks, "and Toffee's ready, right?"

*"Yup," I smile.

*"Then let's call it a chapter!"