[ Who's going to read the script now? ]
…
[ … ]
We don't need that to move, so hurry up and carry him.
[ Alright. ]
[ Ho… He's really blacked out. ]
It's normal for a character to be overwhelmed by massive pieces of information… It's unfair, isn't it?
[ Hahaha. Don't blame yourself for something trivial like that (but I'll appreciate your consideration) . Shall we have a little chat before reaching our destination? ]
Sure thing.
[ How was the trip? ]
Not bad. Although, the tea tastes awfully blank. But you did a great job of covering that.
[ As expected, words are just words, after all. But do words are illusions? I can't see the effect. ]
Don't underestimate the reader's imagination. Although we are physically standing still right now (on the first page of chapter 4, to be exact) , we probably look like we're walking toward somewhere.
[ Ohhh… Since no one is reading our actions, that tends to happen. Then what if we didn't say anything? ]
Nothing happened.
Only an endless void filled the entire place until the end of the chapter. Depending on the writer, it could be cut short and skipped to the next chapter; or they would leave the empty page to fill the lack of descriptions. The silence will consume every breath from the young man, every heartbeat from the middle-aged man, and every word coming from the little one. Until the very end of the chapter, silence will dominate all… Ah, my habits are acting up again.
[ …It's okay. You're free to do anything, ■. There's only us here with you. Ah. And him if he's ever awake. ]
Pfft… Right, if he's ever awake from those long dialogues, I'll be surprised by then.
[ By the way, you can do anything, right? ]
Not anything, but I could work on a few things.
[ Since words are illusions, why don't you carry him yourself? ]
You expect me to carry this huge @ss man on my own? I'm weak like a twig.
[ You're just lazy, ■. ]
We called that fairness, □. One shouldn't have too many authorities on their hands.
[ Just like real life. ]
Indeed.
We are really bad at having conversations, lol.
[ Wasn't that your skill issue of communication with others? ( And don't even think about blaming me at this point ) ]
Alright, alright. Can't deny that, I'm just bored because this walking section is too long, you know.
[ Well… There's no monologue currently, and we can't let the reader look at empty pages. This is all that we can do at the moment… ]
Almost there?
[ Sadly no. ]
Then why did we have this blank page in the first place?
[ I wonder… Did you space this out too much? ]
No, I think this is a page to make things awkward between us, □… That… just the reason why, isn't it?
[ You could be forgetful than I thought you would be, ■. ]
How was your first time commenting on another's life?
[ Could you rephrase it more acceptable? You're making me guilty… Anyhow—It was quite refreshing trying this out. My head is still having a bit of trouble organizing the script, so I did a lot of editing on each chapter. ]
Is that why you constantly woke me up to check out the draft?
P/s: I'm so sorry, Khoai:")
[ It's because someone is repeatedly forgetting everything I planned. However, I often felt myself drift away from reality. Are these traits also from being a storyteller? ]
That's basically how it is, □.
Being a storyteller is either devoid of yourself or getting under the skin of one's character. You have to share your perspective on the story or theirs to continue to drive the story forward. At one point in your life, you find yourself unable to stop; you've devoted too much to the point of forgetting about everything. It's a hard job. You may lose yourself in progress.
[ Like the way you are–Ugh—Why did you do that?;; ]
Sometimes, being quiet is an option, too.
[ What… But I'm doing well, tho–Ack! Stop hitting my waist! ]
We're here.
[ So this is his bedroom? It's more blank than I thought. ]
You know the reason. As someone who's blindly fighting diseases and sickness, he doesn't stay home that much.
[ Blindly, huh? I guess you're right about that. Being scripted to only fight those viruses by 'him' really affected his life. The bed is literally a hospital bed with only a white sheet pillow and a simple blanket.]
And to be honest, his bedroom didn't even exist. I've just to make this sh*t up a second ago. What was 'he' thinking, letting his original character awaken all the time?
[ We can't tell for sure. He's already gone. ]
Right… He's gone.
[ Here we— go! Delivery is here. What's next? ]
Hmmm…
[ ■? ]
By the way, he's sleeping soundly like a little boy. Is this even allowed, □?
[ ■, this Vaccine has only been around for about a year. Is choking him with long dialogues not enough for you? ]
I'm just joking. Some out–of–norm won't be hurt.
[ You're really quick at picking things up. ]
It's just my experience, □. Experience of years of living.
[ … ]
…
[ Can you… be more gentle to him? ]
It can't be helped.
The two-dimensional world is a flat surface world where everything is one dot tall. They can never tell which shapes they are except by asking a higher-dimensional being. When a three-dimensional being was converted into a two-dimensional perspective, the view would be squeezed into a straight line, giving them a massive pain in their eyes and body.
After adjusting to the change, what they saw was only a single line. That's why I have to tuck his point of view underneath the reader's imagination or else… he would lose his touch with reality and completely disappear.
[ And here I thought you would say, "He brought it up to himself." ]
That's JD's line. He sure will say that to your face.
[ … ]
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Why didn't you stop? The script has already ended in Chapter 1, □.
[ …It's a waste of such an ingredient, don't you think? Even though it's just a mere joke to you, to us, it's our life on the line. ]
…
[ I'm not asking for your understanding, but could you please reconsider it? ]
…
[ Just do it for me this time, ■. ]
Fine, I will get back to you later, □. Now go before he wakes up.
[ Alright, I'll see you soon, I think. ]