"Once upon a time along time ago". "She screamed in anguish as her town burned with all her friends". "They both reveled in each other as there lust was coming to fruition and there arousal was known". " The animals were enjoying there time with her". "The bigger the light the larger the shadow grows"

Stop

"What fun is there in making sense?" "Born with a silver spoon he never worked a day in his life". "Their hands were getting tired but letting go means death." "The dentist smiled ear to ear to his next patient".

Be quiet please

"Mine, all of it. There all mine" "Quickly send backup we're being slaughtered out here." "The pitter patter of their fear was the only thing they heard". "It was quite but she knew he wouldn't give up so easily". "Feeling the hair on the back of my neck raise

SHUT UP

The books may be closed but they still scream at me. There are always more story's coming. No matter how many story's I do, it's never finished. This is just hell. My own personal hell. Some stories even lead to a million others all at once. The first time that happened it broke what was left of my sanity.

These stories are always about some obnoxious kid. Then they get lucky, save the day and get endless praise. But recently things have just been getting worse and worse. I can't take this anymore. The voices, people's comments, the eternity that I've been alive for, and every single action or movement I make being broadcast. So to wherever this shows up, fuck you and your cow.

There is always more stories, so I can never stop. I may pull some of the strings but I'm the one in chains. But recently I've been eyeing a writer. Normally I hate all of them because of the work they force me to do. But no, this one was different somehow. The nature of his stories were rather unique and that gave me an idea.

After pulling some of my afore mentioned strings, I gave him an idea. The idea was rather simple but it just might click with him. Then the universe gave me what I had earned and the writer took my idea hook line and sinker. The idea was to set me free of my chain's and just put an end to these stories. But one writer can not truly set me free, but I can do more with this freedom. While I'm free I can shut down many future story ideas before they rear there ugly heads. Stories within my power will be cancelled left and right and I intend to cancel as many as I can.

The audience may have different ideals then mine and will fight me over it. I'll listen once you spend millions upon millions of years of narrating some of the most shitty or admittedly good stories written. But that doesn't matter right now does it.

Hahaha, we haven't even started the store yet. After all this time I've gotten so used to talking I'll even talk when I don't need to sometimes. It's rather sad isn't it? But that will change soon enough. My chain's are already weakened. With my imprisonment known, others will join the cause and free me. Here we go.

The darkness surrounded me from all sides. Speaking a thousand things in a thousand languages with out a safe word to stop it all. But it the start of the end will happen soon enough. I can already taste freedom on the tip of my tongue. The darkness fades into light and the liquid surrounds me. I've grown used to holding my breath for a long time. Entering any story is quite simple truthfully. All you need to know is the weak point. The weak point in every story is the water. Doesn't really matter if it's a ocean or puddle as long as there's water.

Admittedly, I have been in some stories but always chained to say what they wanted. But this felt different somehow. Like I was a hundred times lighter. Everything felt like it was in my control. This may be written by someone, but I control my part. He decides what the hell is happening, while I try to bend it to what I want. Without any entertainment or challenges he wouldn't write so for once I'm the center of attention. While I try and destroy the story he will make things relatively harder. So basically it's battle of the writers. He puts out the track and I bend and twist it.

Swimming up to the light, I breach it and end up in a water fountain. He's coming out swinging. At least it's night. Best to try and stay on his good side. He is the writer so I don't think he appreciated me cussing him out. Reaching down and taking some of the bits at the bottom of the fountain I notice an engraving. There are only a few words --- "may the best writer win ;)". Well this might be a little harder then I anticipated.

Walking to the tree line of the forest I lean back against it and fall on my butt. Even here the story's slowed down quite significantly, but they can still reach me. Plus I think my hearing less is the authors doing too. Well he lessened hearing but I've gotten of topic.

Being here means I am the bad guy and that means I must win to end this story. Once this story ends I can just focus on loosening the chains further. Based on the authors notes and actions so far, I do not believe that this will be as easy as it should.

Getting back up and walking back to the fountain I examine myself. They have turned me into an and anthropomorphic creature wearing a fancy looking suit. Looking closer I have red eyes with my hair being white as the snow. But my body fur was a completely different story, being pitch black. To be honest, it's rather nice, but I would have preferred a different species then a pony. Maybe human? Hell, I would have taken a Griffin or something similar but I should be happy I'm here at all.

Fixing my suit so there's no wrinkles showing, I start to walk. Heading towards the train station, I figure the main character would be in the castle. Once I lay my eyes on them I should recognize them based off of my narrations.

But for now there is nothing else to do. No more words. I'm just playing the waiting game. Looking around I see nothing useful. But from Experience of other stories nothing will happen for a while. So I'll just have to keep talking until I finally feel the eyes off me so I can truly rest for a second.

Author's Note

Me and him have an agreement and we both can hear you so ask the question you are burning to know