Reluctantly I had to follow other Wattpadians. But before I did I made  sure to read at least one of their books then star  it or not and  comment.  Doing so I followed fifty-five mortals and stopped at the  number.  A small number, that I liked, to stare at on the board.  

"You have been requested for a private message," The female voice said, but muffled because of my coat pocket.

I take out the magnifying glass.

"When did I give you permission to talk in my pocket?" I ask, glaring at the magnifying glass.

"I am a machine, I_Am_Loki," The female voice said. "I cannot answer."

I frown.

"But you just answered me," I said.

"I  am a artificial life form being a old feature from five years ago that  has since been scrapped for Wattpad." The female voice said.  "Do you  accept or reject the request?"

I stare at the magnifying glass.

"I accept the request," I said.

Walkslowgirl appears before me and I put the magnifying glass away.

"You  have a lot of nerve to hack your way into private message,"  Walkslowgirl said.  "With a well known Wattpad Employee and  a  Wattpadder being me."

"I am Loki." I said.

"I know that is your username," Walkslowgirl said.

"My  name is Loki," I said. "Five years ago, before the Wattpad Hacker came  about I lead an army in the Fan Fiction State and advertised my stories  there. Surely you may have seen her reply to me in your notifications."

"Five years is a long time," Walkslowgirl said. "I saw her post a bunch of messages back then."

"It  recently happened to me," I said.  "I remember it better and you don't,  foolish child," I view her avatar. Walkslowgirl is wearing a pink big  winter coat that has brown fur in the hood. She is very blonde. Her  hands are in big mittens, she had casual pants, and big winter boots.  "Oh, so it is winter for you."

"Is not!" Walkslowgirl denies.

"Why you have refused quite fast," I said. "That says it all."

"It took me 2 minutes to reply." Walkslowgirl said.

"No," I said. "You replied within one second."

"Did not,"  Walkslowgirl refuses.

"Did too," I said.

"I  am almost never wrong about time," I said. "For example; time is going  differently for you and for my universe." I point up towards the sky.  Walkslowgirl looks up, probably believing I am deliberately pointing to  something which I am not. "What year is it?"

"Two thousand twenty,"  Walkslowgirl said, lowering her head down.

Walkslowgirl's cheeks are a rosy red.

"In November?" I ask.

"No," Walkslowgirl said.

I smile shortly nodding.

"Ah,  so it is November 20th," I said as she stares at me in shock. "You must  be from Iowa. Winter back there is very cold; guess climate change must  have effected the state and school is canceled because of the snow  storm. What day is it?"

"Friday," Walkslowgirl said.

"So, you're not in school." I said. "And no, I am not using a computer."

"How do you know what I am thinking?" Walkslowgirl asks.

"Because you're a mortal and you have the internet," I said.

"Holy smokes." Walkslowgirl said.

"I need you to convince SpikyKnight to unmute me."  I said.

"But why?" Walkslowgirl asks.

"If I were to leave; I prefer being remembered as who I am." I said.

Walkslowgirl did not reply for five minutes.

"So..." Walkslowgirl said, after five minutes. "Did you mean what you said; the whole 'I love you' part?"

"No," I lied. "I did not. It was a lie just to get her to unmute me and let me prove it to her I am NOT a hacker!"

"Well,"  Walkslowgirl said. "She is certainly loveable and a good friend.  I can  certainly imagine how hard it must been when it happen." I glare at  her. "Fine; I will help under ONE condition!"

"Which is?" I ask.

"Vote on all my stories and promote me to your followers!"  Walkslowgirl said.

"Agreed,"  I said. "But no vote trading, okay? I do not want to get strikes again."

"No  vote trading," Walkslowgirl said. "I know just what to tell her." She  raises a brow. "I hope you know how you are going to prove it to my  friend."

"Trust me,"  I said. "I have a very good idea how."

"Well, she's currently offline," Walkslowgirl said. "When she is online,though, it's gonna take a while to convince her. Bye!"

Walkslowgirl transports from the spot she stood.

"Private Conversation has ended," The female voice said.

I had to start my end of the deal.

How many stories can Walkslowgirl possibly have?