You find yourself in an undiscerning, yet familiar space.

You think you were just passing the time by finding a lousy webnovel to read, but also suppose you may have taken an object from a forgotten shelf, perhaps you were even falling into the pages of a story?

The endless possibilities where you once were are now blurred as a dull nothingness surrounds you, at least, for a short while.

■No No NO! That doesn't fit in at all!■

A collection of multiple and undiscerning voices could be heard echoing in the space around you.

■That doesn't make sense?! Are the readers supposed to believe HE just happened to do that?■

The subject of the matter now brings your attention to the figure sitting in front of you.

There is nothing human-like about it.

It had no literal body, yet seems to have two, floating, hand-like limbs and feet which glow with small dots. The epidermis is a dark color that reminds you of outer space.

Then, where you think the head would be, was just a euphoric darkness with the same sparkling dots sporadically moving around.

The dots shimmered every so sharply, but you sense it now noticed your presence. The sparkles moved with quick purpose to focus on you like a pair of curious eyes.

■Hey, you're finally awake■

The undistinguishable, cluster of voices came from the figure and continued to bounce around the dark space.

■What am I saying? you can't even speak■

It imitated a small chuckle that only proved horrifying.

■Someone like you isn't even supposed to be in this area■

There was a pause of uncertainty,

■Or are you?■

It says as they plant their feet on the blank ground and reach their hands into the air, appearing to grab something.

As they stood up, a dark, almost cloudy like substance dissipated around them, flowing with their movements like shadowy drapes.

The figure sat back down on its invisible chair and made small movements with their glowing hands as if they were writing, but there was no object to write on.

Unexpected to you, with just a flick of their wrist, they orchestrated a backward motion command.

Instantaneously, a series of pictures flooded the walls and floors moving past you both. You catch glimpses of scenes and hear words from both male and female alike.

"Everyone, I lied"

The first to be a boy with black, unkempt hair spoke with an annoying voice. His face bared a sullen face, unfamiliar to his entire person.

■For he was the fool of this story, truly the worst of them all■

The figure added their own distained comment before a few pictures pass again, you catch a scene of guy standing tall while wearing elaborate, bronze armor.

His dark brown hair had a strange lock of hair that stuck out like an antenna but his faint green eyes stared into a horizon with a gaze of determination or annoyance.

"I'll go up or down to bring you back! Count on it"

■Ahh, The Contested Rival, you don't want to get in his way when he has a single goal in mind■

Given exposition to last, the scene was over and few more were skipped. Now you're presented with a picture of a girl who had flowing, white hair, but the thing that caught your attention was her tearful eyes and sobbing voice.

"I did love them! You have NO RIGHT to know how I feel!" she screamed at the top of her lungs to some audience before her.

■A character with a hopeless dream, I hope you stick around for that scene■

You couldn't watch the rest as now a view of what you think is a group of people gathered around a hooded individual.

"Why do you care? This will all be forgotten anyways" the singular figure said with a gloomy tone.

The figure stood still that time but the pictures started slowing down, and everything came to a halt. There was now an impeccable silence once again.

■You were probably wondering what that was?■

They say while continuing to write, not wagering their attention.

■You see, I'm helping in writing a story, but I have no idea what I'm doing. Maybe an outsider's perspective could help me out?■

It now made a circular movement with a single finger and another series of pictures fly past you. They are moving too fast to establish what they were about.

It eventually came to a stop once more where only a single frame was left, your focus was brought to a desired setting, but one sentence was told in a male voice right before you could look at the scene.

"In a story full of extraordinary people, where would I be placed? A background character no doubt. I probably wouldn't even be given a single sentence"

It was a voice that sounded almost defeated, though it wasn't finished, not yet.

"My Name... Is Mathew Grayson, an unimportant name to remember-"

You heard a small chuckle from the figure, almost as if they couldn't believe themselves.

"-And this is our story, one to be forgotten like all the rest"

The words soon vanish away into the chamber with the only panel left behind.

As you take a closer look, you make it out to be a pretty standard bedroom of an unorganized highscool boy.

There's a layer of dirty laundry in one corner of the room next to a small trash bin of soda cans and empty junk food wrappers, in the other corner of the room is a desk with a gaming computer with colorful lights, on the walls are shelves filled with random clutter from a couple of comics to some novelty items.

Lastly, in the center wall was a bed with the half-blanketed body of a sleeping human, who had dirty-blonde or brownish hair and a resting face that looked stuck in an emotion of irritance.

■Whoever this guy is, he probably lives an average life■

The figure said, bringing your attention back to them.

■That's what you're probably thinking right?■

They turn to start writing again on the invisible object with more pace, to fast for normal eyes.

■Believe it or not, this is the main protagonist, and you're probably already thinking; 'Oh greats it's one of these types of stories'■

They completely stopped writing and in the same second, were already in front of your face.

■But what if I told you, it's not■

Their head now looks into your eyes, that is where you see there are hundreds upon thousands of tiny white words moving around its face, they wore some type of cloak which looked like a shroud of a misty black fog that blended with the space around you.

■I know you are curious as to what I am. Maybe I'm the Author? Or Someone who completed IT■

They now say with a hint of mischief in their estranged voices.

A few seconds go by until they seem to give in to themselves.

■As much as I love keeping secrets, I also love spoiling stories■

A hand was lent out to you in the form of a handshake.

■My friends call me 'The Fabler' but you can call me-■

*Drring* *Drring*

Both of your heads move back to the frame.

Watching an electronic smartphone vibrate with an occasional alarm, the boy was beginning to grudgingly move.

■Oh! It's starting! Grab a seat, will you?■

It asked that as a question, however, you felt yourself be forced down onto a fine leather couch that appeared out of nowhere. The figure materialized a bucket of buttered popcorn as well.

■This ordinary story is about to begin■