I sigh as I see all of the familiar faces, some with dark brown hair, some with light blonde, others varied within.

“So, how many Rikas did I make again?” I joke, remembering how it had been my favorite name around 3 years ago.

“Around..30?” A tall girl with long flow-y blonde hair estimates, her voice a bit rough from little use.

“Ah, and you’re..you’re…” I couldn’t think of her name, a apologetic look rang of my facial features.

“Her names Ilie, mine is Kidow,” Someone says from beside me, scoffing as I just realize their position next to me.

A tap on my shoulder alerts me of a silent character, my head flashes with how many I’ve created, not knowing who it could be, they said “So, why was I chosen as the young war candidate? Why did you make my mother send me to training at fourteen?” Her voice was as sharp as my pen.

“Because you were one of my bored fantasies that I made without a second thought?” I reply, voice raising pitch as I go on with my answer.

She rolls her eyes as I turn around to face her, “Whatever, but I think you have enough on your hands already..” she says.

I look around, people crowded the white walled warehouse, some finding groups to chat in, others taking the solitary route.

I head over to a smaller group, waving my hand slowly. They all gave me sharp glares, hands quickly going to their weapons as if I was going to hurt them.

“So Rai, why did you want to die anyways?” I had never really figured that out, other than he was injured and such.

“Because he was a wimp,” A girl I had never named, the one who had ended Rai’s life with no hesitation.

“Well, Dok, maybe be kinder, you killed him pretty ruthlessly,” I say to her, realizing the name I had initially put in place for her.

“You are the one who wrote the scene,” She scoffs, a thud coming from her direction. She had fallen backwards into a laying position, not dead.

“True..” I chuckle, most of my characters having my dark sense of humor was really nice.

“Who’s the creator again?” I hear a loud yell, someone probably angry.

I get up from my seated position, walking out to where the noise was coming from. But as soon as I did, everything went black.

(Ended it as if someone knocked them out- I really forgot most of my characters so..yeah.

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All I know is that a lot of my characters represent me and what I’m going through, some do, some don’t)