What's In The Box?

by naturalbornderpy


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HUMAN CONT.

 

—faced the Author again, a quizzical expression on her face. “Did we just skip into the next chapter?”
                
The author nodded. “We did. I’m still keeping this story at exactly three hundred words, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to restart it.”
                
“Okay, then.” Random tapped at her chin. “Thriller Pinkie might also need some help. I know she has a few bumps and bruises that could be removed.”
                
Again, the Author tapped at his keyboard.
                
Thriller Pinkie’s bumps and bruises disappeared as if deleted or erased.
                
The Author held up both hands. “Anything else? Can I go now?”
                
Random cocked a brow. “Whaddya talking about? We escaped your story. We live here now.”
 

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An hour later, the Author left his bedroom to see how the Pinkies were settling in. Four Pinkies sat on the couch together in the living room, crammed in front of the TV like fluffy pink marshmallows. Inside the kitchen, Comedy was attempting to raise Tragedy’s spirits by baking together. (The Author had given her back her ability to taste awhile ago.)
                
By then Romance and Random had already left the house together, intent on grabbing lunch somewhere close. Meanwhile, Adventure and Sci-Fi roamed the condo's vast parking lot in search of either adventure or scrap metal to use toward a spaceship.
                 
Slice of Life sat by the windowsill, staring at a leaf caught in the breeze. Thriller spent her time in the computer room, typing away at the novel she just knew would do well once complete.
                
Mystery Pinkie was… actually, the Author had no idea where Mystery ended up.
                
Which left Sombra standing by his side, staring daggers at each newfound Pinkie.
                
“Where’s the takeout, Steve?”
                
The Author pointed at it. “In that unopened box.”