Fizzled folly

“Dear lord. Master, where could you be?” said the mysterious man. Said man was sitting on top of a tree with binoculars, scanning the forest below. He seemed to be searching for something; but what?

“Oh, hello there reader,” he said, giving a slight smirk and a taunting yet sultry tone in his voice, “Nice to see you again. It must be so tiring to go the long way around, isn’t it? Oh wait; you haven’t yet; have you?”

Wait; what is this man blathering on about. In fact;how the hell is he talking to you?

“Alright alright, let’s settle this now,” you hear a new and remarkably older voice say from behind you. You turn around to stare at the new arrival. He had the appearance of a old, wise man, who was just sitting there criss-cross-applesauce. “Geoffery, you are encouraged not to mess with the story by interacting with the reader. It’s just not good storytelling”

“Sorry,” the man, apparently Geoffrey whispered just loudly enough for you to hear the sarcasm. What the fudge was going on? You wanted a good love story between Fizzle and Garble, not some messed up metaphysical stuff.

“It’s quite alright, it just means that I will have to reset the story,” the old man said confidently, standing up.

“Wait what?!” you exclaim, “What the f-”

“Dear lord. Master, where could you be?” said the mysterious man. Said man was sitting on top of a tree with binoculars, scanning the forest below. He seemed to be searching for something; but what? “Ah, there you are”

Said man suddenly jumped off of the tree he was sitting on and flung himself to another tree. The tree groaned under the weight and strain of a human flinging itself into it, but sprung back to it’s original position, launching him. The man started to ricochet around like a pinball from tree to tree, carrying the case he held in his hand for so long now with him. He arrived at what seemed to be the right location, and stopped. His face turned into a slight unnerving smirk.

“Oh master; if only you knew that your time was running out,” he said, a hint of doubt, “you must find a mate soon, or all will be lost” He stopped to check his fob watch. “three past eleven? Oh dear, I must hurry and report my findings,” he said with concern in his voice “ If I am late, then what kind of a butler would I be?” He jumped again and sprung off again deeper into the forest, faster than you could see.

Suddenly, a brown coated earth pony flashed into existence is sitting on the tree next to you. He looks at you and ask, “Where did the butler go?”.

“I have no idea. Who are you?” you reply.

He looks at you strangely, and said a little more glumly, “Thank you”. He punched a button on his watch, and disappeared in a blue vortex.

Wow; what the heck is going on? How in the world is this related to Garbizzle? You realise that is going to be one of those stories, but the Author points out you are wrong, and that Reader interaction will never occur again, though he does note that it quite fun