As the first light of dawn broke over Willow Creek, Alex stepped out of his house, Leo cradled gently in his arms. The village was just beginning to stir, the early morning air filled with the sounds of birdsong and the distant hum of activity. Alex felt a sense of peace as he walked through the familiar streets, the events of the previous night already feeling like a distant memory.
He greeted his neighbors with a smile, introducing them to Leo. The villagers were charmed by the fluffy puppy, who wagged his tail enthusiastically at every new face.
"Good morning, Alex!" called Mrs. Thompson, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Leo. "Who's this little fellow?"
"This is Leo," Alex replied, letting the puppy sniff Mrs. Thompson's hand. "He's a new addition to the family."
The villagers gathered around, each taking a moment to pet Leo and welcome him to the community. Alex felt a warmth in his heart as he watched the interactions, grateful for the simple joys of village life.
After making the rounds, Alex headed back to his house, Leo still nestled comfortably in his arms. As he approached his front door, he noticed something unusual. A young man, around 25 years old, was sitting in a chair on his porch, waiting for him.
Alex's eyes narrowed slightly as he approached. "Why are you here, Plot Armor?" he asked, recognizing the figure immediately.
The man looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You know why, Alex," he replied. "I'm here to ensure your story continues". "you just killed, your main Antagonist for the ,what 87th time or so" He shouted.
Alex sighed, setting Leo down on the porch. "i don't care about it," he said firmly. "Are you going create a new main Antagonist."
Plot Armor leaned back in the chair, his expression thoughtful. "Perhaps," he said. "you need a interesting main villain and great story and companion to continue your story". "so i am no longer going to create a Antagonist, i am done doing my job". plot armor turns his face up to screen and shouted "i quit".
Alex crossed his arms, considering the words. He knew that Plot Armor was a manifestation of the author's will, a safeguard to ensure his journey continued. But he also he can't reject plot armor because he want to live a normal life.
"Very well," Alex said finally. "You can stay. But remember, I do things my way."
Plot Armor nodded, his smile widening. "Of course, Alex. I'm just here to watch over you."
With that, Alex picked up Leo and headed inside, leaving Plot Armor on the porch.
As he settled into his chair, Leo curling up at his feet, Alex looked out the window at the setting sun. He had faced eldritch horrors, altered reality, and now had companion of sorts.