May 21, 4:16 PM

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"Gen!" I demand, "come on! Open up!"

I hear the sound of someone pouring gasoline from inside the house. I wrestle with the door handle but it doesn't budge.

Starcohope, wearing his new police uniform approaches, his shades resting on his hat.

"Let me," he smiles, "Gen. Open up. Come on dude."

"Look," Gen sighs, "this stopped being accurate to what we're all really like a while ago. At this point, it's just a strong resemblance. Besides, I'm posting this to Wattpad to so I can't really go by Gen3king on there without clarifying that I'm another character by the same name based on the True Author. Now that's that savvy, I'll be leaving this Amino."

"What did you say to him?" I demand to Starco.

"Look," Starco sighs, "I can't give specifics, but you know how he said he needed Monstar to get him hired for the show?"

"Yeah?" I ask, "I mean, I guess. Why?"

"Long story short," Starco sighs, "he wasn't kidding. Now he's just sorta... like this."

"Is that part of the story of actually happening?" I ask.

"What do I look like the real Starcohope? How should I know?"

"Fair point."

Gen suddenly appears from his house, pouring a trail of gasoline and humming Megalovania as he recalls that he has to play no regard to copyright unless he adapts this and even then he's just gonna remove that bit. He stops about ten feet from his front porch.

"You may wanna move," he smiles striking a match.

Stark and I comply as we see him strike a match and light his profile ablaze.

"Whelp," he grips his notes on Monstar, "I'm outta here. Have a nice life."

"Gen," I sigh as Starco and I accompany him to the edge of the Amino, walking through the city of posts, "you can't just give up. I mean, your AUs have fan art. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"I mean," Gen shrugs, "yeah of course, but I just... look. I am in a very bad living situation. That job was my way out. Plain and simple, I failed. So, I'm leaving."

I begin to feel a rising heat in the air as Starco tries to convince Gen, "so what? I mean, can't you just keep writing anyways?"

"Eh," Gen shrugs, "I mean, I'm just not feeling it."

"That part of the story or real?"

"Who cares?"

"The real me does."

"Look Starco, I have my reasons for leaving. Just as I had my reasons for coming here. I'm just gonna go."

"Fine. I give up. Leave."

Gen continues down the road as we let him go, holding in his arms the notes on his AUs. I hear laughter. Then, a ring of fire surrounds me and Starco. I see Hekapoo. Not a user, just Hekapoo. Then two. Then three. Then four.

Hundreds of them approach us like an endless army. Users look out from their homes. Hekapoos swarm any foolish enough to step into the streets, stabbing them before turning them into another Hekapoo.

"Gen run!" I exclaim.

Gen sighs. I reach for my wand, not unlike Moon's and prepare for combat as Hekapoos surround me and Starco.

I see one stab Gen. The corruption... doesn't happen. He only glares. He laughs madly. He holds a mask.

"Fools," he snickers, "there's no me left to corrupt."

Ink oozes from behind his mask.

"My name is Edgar," he laughs, "and I have but one thing to say to you.

PUBLICATION.

IN.

PROGRESS."

Gen-

This isn't Gen. The look in his eyes is mad. Wild. Unstable. This is Edgar. Edgar laughs as the smell of ink fills the air. He slaughters the Hekapoos with no hesitation. I try to protest, but Hekapoos surround me and Starco. With a blast from my wand I turn them to ash. The others flee.

"You OK?" I ask Starco.

Edgar approaches.

"OK Edgar," I hear Gen's voice, "mask off."

"Nah," Edgar's voice replies from the same mouth.

"We're done here Edgar."

"No. We've only just begun. I can advertise your main seires so much. I mean, I am from The Story on the Board hint hint."

"Edgar. Let me out."

"No."

"LET ME OUT!"

Gen rips the mask off his face, breathing heavily.

"Are you gonna be OK?" Starco asks.

"Yeah," Gen pockets the mask, "I'll be fine. What's the deal?"

"Hekapocalypse," Starco smirks, "man these are fun."

"Fun!?!" I demand, "this is madness!"

"Starco," Gen asks, "is your arm... turning white?"

"Look," Starco smiles, "these only last a few days. Why not enjoy it?"

"You'll destory this Amino for some Hekapoo jokes?" I glare, reaching for my ban hammer.

"You can't ban all of us," Starco laughs with madness, "one of us."

"One of us!" The crowd roars.

"One of us! One of us!"

I prepare my ban hammer, but Gen stops me, "wait. We can't just ban them. We'd have no community. We just have to make sure you don't get infected so this blows over. Let me put in my mask, and take it from here."

"I dunno Gen," I explain, "I don't like how that mask effected you."

"Please," Gen chuckles, "my real self does this all the time. Just, if Edgar gets out of control..."

Gen looks at me, dead in the eye, "ban me. I'm leaving anyways."

"Gen don't!" I exclaim as Gen puts on the mask.

...

Edgar roars with laughter as he slaughters the army. I slip away, fleeing from the action to the top of the features. A massive tower that grows each day. I see someone holding a Hekapoo doll, humming a tune.

"Beautiful," she smiles, "isn't it?"

"Who are you?" I ask, gripping my ban hammer.

"Oh how beautiful," she continues, sitting on the ledge, "so many. I wonder how long Edgar will last?"

"Did you do this?" I demand.

"Nah," she sighs, "it was Necessary Evil, but Evil didn't see the potential. So many of my precious wife. I post about her every day. So pure. So cute."

"Look," I sigh, "I'm gonna clarify this since Edgar isn't up here, but the only reason you're the antagonist is because Gen couldn't think of anyone else. So, apologies from Gen, DoReMiRocker."

"Eh," Rocker shrugs turning around, "this stopped being accurate a while ago. Look. Let's make this quick. I rule this Amino now. I'll be taking your ban hammer and your title Loly."

"Excuse me?"

"These Hekapoos, they all obey me. I could destory this Amino with a snap of my fingers. Give it up Loly."

I look down at the ever growing swarm of Hekapoos. Rocker smirks at me. I can't beat her. I sigh approach her with my hammer in hand...

"Plot twist!" Edgar exclaims jumping onto the ledge and stabbing Rocker.

"See you when you're online again," he smiles as the life fades from Rocker's eyes. She is now inactive for 24 hours.

"OK," I smile, looking as the crowd changes back, "mask off man."

"I've been thinking," Edgar smiles as he approaches me witha hostile air, "I am Edgar. I am a deemented publication incarnation. This story is not mine. However, I can use it to promote mine. I'm going to take your title Loly, and become God of this Amino."

"The curators would stop you," I distract him as I reach for my wand, "also, if you just advertised your books. Everyone would leave."

"A small price to pay for power," Edgar laughs, "and more readers. Prepare to die Loly!"

Edgar lunges. I blast off the mask. Gen falls off the roof of the building.

"Gen!" I exclaim as he plummets towards going inactive.

He doesn't seem to have an issue with it. He just takes out a notebook, writes something, closes it, and closes his eyes.

"Starco!" I exclaim as the infection leaves him.

Starco sees Gen falling and tries to catch him, but Gen only smiles as he nears the ground. A pool of ink appears and breaks his fall.

Immediate response, I'm talking like five seconds later. He picks up his mask and goes to the top of the tower.

"You didn't ban me," he looks me in the eye, "why?"

"Cause we appriacate you here," I explain, "besides, knowing you, you've got some grand plan, right?"

"Nah," he sighs, holding the mask, "but Edgar..."

"Let me hold on to the mask," Starco arrives from the elevator, "it's better that way."

"No," Gen clings to his mask, "this applies to me and real me, but I need this mask, OK?"

"Fine," Starco shrugs, "just take it easy, OK?"

"Hey," Gen smirks, "Don't worry about me."

He calls the elevator and looks back at us, "because, both me and real me, we aren't gonna leave quite yet. We have many AUs, and we're gonna finish them. All of them. See ya Loly."

"See ya Gen," I reply.

"See ya Loly," I hear Edgar speak.

I look at the mask, it seems to stare back at me, smiling. Edgar... what is he?

I grip my ban hammer.

"Starco," I demand, "my files on Gen please."

"What are you planning?" Starco asks.

"I'm making a case," I explain, "to ban that mask..."

To be continued...