I was laughing, I realized. An insane anime mental-breakdown type laugh. I hacked my lungs out, tilting forwards so hard I nearly tumbled face-first into the suspicious looking puddle infront of me.
The laugh tore out of my throat, my chest-
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"Okay, okay, we get it, drama queen."
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I froze, laugh choking off as a voice reverbrated around in my head.
"W-who-?-!"
My voice cracked in the most embarassing, high-schooler-asking-out-his-crush- way.
"Your mom."
The voice paused.
"My bad, that joke's old. Take a guess."
I inhaled sharply, breath catching in my throat.
"System?!"
The voice deadpanned.
"No, you dimwit. Do I sound like a system?"
"Uh...kind-off?"
I asked, trying not to sound like the imbecile I likely was. Getting socked through a grocery-shelf may or may not have knocked something loose in my brain.
"I'm the real narrator. And STOP with the Fourth-Wall breaking. We DO NOT need the TVA or readers after us."
Ooooh...kay...?
That...was...-
ANYWAYS!
"Readers?" I asked, knowing yet fearing the answer.
"Yeah, no shoot Sherlock. You were an Author, you know what I mean. Say 'hi', you lot ;"
Yeah, no. I was hallucinating. Was I? I was. Was I though? This sounds like the denial stage those protagonists go through at the start of the book-
....
I'm screwed.