(I make contact.)

(Fando go!)

No! I won't abandon you!

I open the secret door and dash towards Edgar. I won't let him kill Breaker, I can't. Edgar smiles.

*Finally! It's you! Fando! I knew I could bait you! Man it worked like a charm! Die!

Inky tendrils lash out at me.

"But it missed," Gen chuckles.

The tendrils miss me by mere inches.

*Gen3king what do you think you're doing?

Gen, why are you helping me?

"You're the readers," Gen reminds, "my purpose is to make you happy."

*Enough of this! Die!

Edgar strikes once more, with a concentrated black beam of pure magic.

"Wait!" Gen exclaims, "crap! I can't rewrite that!"

Wait, I can't dodge this! I'm gonna die here!

"Listen close," I hear a voice, "follow my instructions. Charge at him."

I try that.

"Hold on!" He exclaims, "I have an idea!"

Gen rewrites my speed, allowing me to strike Edgar before he can adjust his aim. He's sent flying through the wall.

"Let's go!" M.S. yells.

I help Breaker up and we all flee.

What was that?

(I... There was a book, called The Hunt. In that book, Reaper killed some writers. I... I am those writers. Others too. I'm afraid of him, OK?)

It's OK. He can't hurt you now. We gotta keep moving.

"Wait," Breaker gets up, "M.S.? Huh. Surprising."

"Ugh," M.S. rolls her eyes, "it's you. Can we call a truce?"

"I'm to beat up anyways," Breaker sighs, "let's just go."

We proceed deeper. I hear the voice, "listen close. I'll answer one question. Ask wisely. Better make the most of it."

I think about what to ask.

Choice: Am I crazy?

Choice: What are you?

Choice: How much further?