*Curse you Fando! You don't know what you're doing! You hear me? If you continue down this path there will be consequences!

Edgar, we need to handle something. Can you go get your brother?

*But Fando...

Edgar...

It's about her.

*OK. I understand, but why put this into the series?

I mean, if she wants to be just freinds, fine, but this seems to be the best place, also, I think some music could help with your character arc.

*I don't have one! I'm not a character!

Just go get him.

*Alright. I'm on it.

Abby.

*Yeah?

Can I get a hand with this?

*Why should I help you with this?

I grab Abby's shoulder and glare at her to remind her of our mission. This fits my purpose, so it'll be fun too.

You know damn well why we should.

*Alright. Come on Author...

*I proceed to find my brother sitting in the Studio, looking over notes.

*"Hey Gen," I greet.

*"You killed her?" He glares over his shoulder, "didn't you?"

*"What?" I ask.

*"Don't be stupid," he turns around, "they died and my soul went free. Why'd you do it? What about the truth? What about their true purpose?"

*"No, Fando's fine," I explain, "you needn't worry about that. It's fine."

*"Author need us for something?" Gen asks.

*"Yeah," I reply, "go ahead and take the way from here to the ground floor, I'll meet you down there."

*"OK," Gen shrugs, "but I'm not letting you erase Fando. She has a mission, and if the readers want to fulfill it, then they will."

*Gen leaves. Poor kid. He was so innocent and nice before The Hunt.

*...

*I hate you. I hate all of you, OK? Let's clear that up now. My brother is so desperate to make you all happy. Those Fando represents, Breaker represent, Sour represents and so on...

*Why did some of you join the Author Slayers and make Breaker? Do you hate us that much? Will you ever change? Can you even change? The manifestation is already self aware. They develop on their own now.

*...

*I got better to do than worry about this.

*I open a secret room known only to myself and Abby, a room lined wall to wall with musical instruments. I remember showing Abby this room. I wasn't always just a demented publication incarnation, I once had a dream outside of power and destruction.

*I wanted to be a musician.

*But I can't, because you have all made it clear, that I'm just a demon, nothing more. I'm not a character. Beings like me don't GET character development or happy endings. That's just how it is.

*This trumpet outta do.

*I take the instrument and proceed to the ground floor...

Gen and Edgar arrive. Abby and Sour stand beside me. As I approach the mic.

"Hey Edgar," Abby greets him, "you're gonna be able to handle this, right?"

"I do as I'm told to advance the plot," Edgar shrugs, "just how it is."

I grab the mic, noting the concerned look on Abby's face. Hence why this song is actually in this book. Edgar's character arc. Otherwise I'd write this elsewhere. Anyways...

Gen holds a trombone while Edgar assists on trumpets and Sour and Abby provide the rest. I take a deep breath and start the lyrics as an upbeat jazz song fills the air...

Here we go.
Here's a tale.
A little story about myself.
But more importantly about her.

It begins,
Months ago,
The day when I first saw her face.

Despite rules that said otherwise,
I talked to her,
We got along.
I didn't even need my wretched mask.

We exchanged contacts,
But weren't supposed to.
Despite being a goody two shoes,
I didn't care.

What I felt when I saw her,
Was so unfamiliar.
Not like my sisters.
I knew this was diffrent.

A writer like myself.
Who knew my pain,
Knew it well.
That's what she was that day.

I began to feel something,
As we texted for a time,
What I felt had to be love.
What else could it be?

Let me tell you the truth.
This is how I feel.
If you disagree I understand,
But if not give me a chance.

I just wanna be honest.
You bring a smile to me.
A grin to my face,
And that's just how I feel.

We are both writers.
We're both creative and smart.
Together,
Imagine what we could do.

I just want,
You to be happy.
If the one you want isn't me,
Then let's just be freinds.

But if you wanna,
Give me a chance,
I promise to make you smile.
Like you've done for me.

So that is the truth.
How I feel about you.
You know who you are.
If you're reading this now.

With that, I smile and step away from the mic and proceed to hear chains as I'm killed again.

*Edgar?

*Yeah?

*Are you OK?

*I notice I'm gripping my trumpet so tightly that my hands are bleeding ink.

*Let me see your hand.

*I'm fine.

*I wipe the ink off on my cloak.

*Edgar... are you still hurting yourself?

*What's it to you if I am?

*Edgar we just had a whole story on this!

*I'm going to kill Fando. If you'll excuse me...

*Edgar hold on!

*I disappear in a cloud of ink, and flee towards where Fando is. I wonder why I help the trumpet so tightly. Is it because I wanted it? Is it because I wanted to be more than a demon and follow my dream?

*Well, if it was, what's it matter?

*...

*I'm just a demon.