I don't make contact yet. Cause I have business to attend to in the Studio. I enter the Studio, holding my mask to my face. I hate this mask, but it's the only reason I'm still here. It's a long story. Let's see...

*What are you doing here?

I turn around, and am greeted by Abby.

Hey Abby. Just doing some plot?

*You're planning on unmasking aren't you?

Yeah. Later.

*I'm afraid I can't allow that. Edgar MUST have control.

Don't you dare...

*Just take some Battle Gas and...

Fuck you! I'm outta here!

I hear an energetic theme begin to play as I flee through the castle, entering room after room as Abby rewrites it around me. I begin a verse as I dash down the twisting halls.

Have you heard,
The one in the mask?
Pretends to be a puppeteer,
But due to his pain,

He created two beings,
From his repressed rage.

*Another insult,
Another chapter.

I'm not going to lose,
No matter the cost.

*A broken kid,
Beaten down by words.

This is just a story,
Better left untold.

I dash through the twisting halls as the smell of Battle Gas begins to fill the air.

I wish I could fight but,
But I wrote myself into this.
So many years ago.
That wretched pact I made,

To maintain my fading,
Will to go on.

You don't know who I am.
That's for good reason.
Just trust me,
On that.

By the time you learn the truth,
I'll already be free.

I continue to flee from Abby, desperate to escape her wrath. I won't be able to fight back because...

*You're time runs short.
They're growing stronger.

The pain is all consuming.
What'd I'd give for it to end.

*You're loosing,
Your grip on your identity.

My name hasn't been revealed,
Because I'm not sure what it is.

The smell of Battle Gas is all consuming. A battle starts.

So this is it.
With shackles and chains.
You beat me down,
With emotional pain.

You think I'll never escape,
That I'll never be free.

Did you really think,
They're not gonna help me?

*You're just a pawn.
You're nothing greater.

I know I can't beat you yet.
But soon I will win.

*Let us,
Bring this chapter to an end.

This battle was over,
Before it ever began.

Abby attacks.

Author took 99999 damage!

*Author died.

*Well, that was easy.

*...

*Get the Hell outta here.