Tied up for the real catfight!
Frozen Milk was on the verge of exasperation. Right here, right now he would've loved to take on all the monsters and be ripped apart brutally than to be here and endure the painful humiliation. Shameful, couldn't even begin to describe the hot, earth-swallowing feeling Frozen Milk tried hard to control.
He was the author! He was the damn author so why couldn't he split seas to be drowned, crack grounds to fall into the abyss, catapult himself into the sky to fall to his death? Wasn't that unfair? Instead, he had to watch and witness the greatest tragic climax of the story be reduced to a fucking catfight!
Fuck, everyone calm down! I love you all equally! Ok, I do have some that I love more than the others but you're all my kids, ok? Yet those words kept getting stuck in his throat as he hung tied up, head down from the tree.
Yes, that was right. Upside down, in front of Frozen Milk, his greatest characters fought over was who was his favourite. His protagonist, his villain, his author protagonist and his holy beauty. They fought over who could be the one to keep him? What the fuck was he a possession, a toy?
Then they came to the decision to tie him where everyone could see him. Fuck, couldn't you've at least tied me up in a chair instead of having me endure the blood gushing into my eyes every fucking second?
And then they proceeded to settle the matter by having a fucking word contest! What in the fucking butthole was a word contest? It was as stupid as it sounded.
You'd sit in a nice circle and bombard each other with arguments like in a debate round and the one who had the most valid point able to humiliate the others into despair would win.
But rather than that they chose to use all their experiences, their adventures with Frozen Milk to see who had a deeper connection to their creator. Of course, they were all embarrassing and shameful stories of Frozen Milk!
He knew, he knew he didn't leave any good impressions in his own story, ok? He knew he was a walking shame button for everyone to press when they felt violated by his existence.
Fuck! And the system stayed quiet all the time. No, it wasn't quiet, it was quietly snickering in one corner of Frozen Milk's brain. What was new?
It could at least choose not to reside in his mind to make fun of him but since his system was a proper sadist, it'd obviously let him feel the all so more painful humiliation that a computer, an Ai looked down on him, a mere mortal. His humanity was made fun of by this shit!
Frozen Milk couldn't believe and he couldn't breathe. It was the end of the book, the final confrontation where blood, sacrifices and tears would flow but instead of the epic fight he spent weeks of squeezing out his creative juices to describe, it became a fierce word blowing fight.
Word after word, story after story, it all stabbed Frozen Milk in his most vulnerable spot! His ego was attacked over and over again, it was instant KO!
Fair enough, Frozen Milk had to admit that even as a writer he wouldn't have been able to write this unswerving word slaughter. It was too much for any writer!
How did it all end up like this? Years passed after Frozen Milk transmigrated, the world was already unified and Frozen Milk withstood the greatest death flag of telling his characters about the truth that all of this was just a book Frozen Milk wrote, yet the only thing those fucked up heroes did was to fight over him!
Yes, he felt honoured he was their world but just let him down from that tree! No matter how many times he called out to them they couldn't hear him. Their arguments were in their most heated phase!
Frozen Milk felt his soul slowly leaving his body. All his main characters became even more handsome and beautiful than it'd be allowed yet what regressed wasn't their immaturity, on the contrary, it even rose, but their fucking intelligence stats never got levelled up! And that was the most important thing needed to survive!
Suddenly, Prota stood up and approached Frozen Milk. Frozen Milk's eyes lit up and signalled Prota to help him.
"Frozen Milk, you love me the most right? After all, we spent the most time together," Prota stared at him with crazed puppy eyes.
Frozen Milk's face blanked and he gulped.
"What nonsense you sprouting? If father would really love you, he wouldn't have thought of making me murder you!" Glimpse Water dragged Prota away from Frozen Milk.
Don't call me father! How many times I gotta tell you??
Frozen Milk's inexplicable feelings spiralled into a black mass that could any second leap out of his mouth and vomit a new OP character to destroy this wretched world.
"That's why my Lord came to grace us himself in order to save us from you," Vil also approached Frozen Milk, "Also, my Lord at our first meeting had his hands all over me to show he loved me the most."
His barbaric villain turned into an omega in heat. Screw you, don't call me your Lord and wipe that damn perverted expression of your bloody face! It wasn't to arouse you! And you fucking tried to kill me!
How many times have we been through this????
"You screwless men! Don't touch my husband! You all lost instantly the moment I stepped in. My husband is straight and I, as the holy beauty, obviously won the race from even miles away," Holbe caressed Frozen Milk's cheeks.
Frozen Milk instantly got fired up yet he couldn't help but refute: Don't call me your husband! Don't call yourself the holy beauty! Since when were we married? How many times did I tell you we aren't? You were supposed to marry Prota and died to be only resurrected by Glimpse Water's lecherous ways!
"STOP TWISTING MY PRECIOUS BOOK! Do you even know how much life force I put into his twisted shit? Fuck you all! Yes you, you, you and you! All of you!" Frozen Milk spit into each of his characters' hearts and left a puddle of disappointment.
But his characters were all so disillusioned they were willing to forgive him and even thought it was his sadistic way to tell them how much he loved them actually and that Frozen Milk was just a little dishonest pile of poop.
"Frozen Milk please don't say that," Prota's eyes turned even hazier, he was too absorbed in his love-struck puppy love!
Fuck off! Don't come closer! Don't touch me!
"Frozen Milk, did you forget the first time we met?"
NO, NO, NO!
"NOOOOO! Stop this! No, system please spare me, no don't use the flashback feature along with Prota's speech! Why does a shitty function like this even exist? No one needs to see it! NO ONE!"
Yet it was too late. It started:
"Did you forget Frozen Milk? The day we met? Yes, it was on the beautiful mountain of fate in the neutral island. I didn't tell you but the moment I saw you I felt a connection, a destined string of inseparableness flowing around us and string us together. Yes, that day, that beautiful day, you helpless loner stood there looking for a strong hero to carry your 24k fake gold toilet for you."
STOOOOOP!
Frozen Milk wanted to forget this ultra embarrassing moment! Stop this! This was more torture than any physical pain could ever achieve!
The worst thing was that Prota looked so proud and the other three characters were just eating the vinegar out of his hands! They were so jealous of Prota's first encounter with him!
Don't be! There's nothing to be fucking jealous about!
"Then for a whole year we trained together, sweated and whispered sweet words of encouragement to each other. Frozen Milk even gave up all his wealth to have me by his side to train. He didn't want me to leave from his sight."
That's wrong! That was so wrong! Frozen Milk paid the money for himself! That stupid head monk had him bribe him to pay money for Prota too! Just the thought of it made Frozen Milk angry again!
"Then once we've arrived in the water capital, Frozen Milk and I worked to have our future secured and at night we'd train and then showered and slept together on a bed. Frozen Milk loved to eat all the food I cooked and was always begging me to spoon-feed him."
That never happened! None of this shit happened! Stop fucking lying! Why the hell do you make yourself out to be my fucking wife, you psycho?
"And then, we'd-"
"Alright, stop!" Glimpse Water's bloodshot eyes threatened to shoot lasers out of them to shut Prota up.
"Lemme tell you, the magical bonding my father and I went through," now Glimpse Water's turn came.
I already said don't call me that! What magical bonding? You're an unruly bastard of a son! And for fuck sake, Prota, Vil and Holbe were all your characters too!
Did you forget your character setting, you wrote them and transmigrated into this story too! You can't forget such an important fact!
How many times do we have to go through this? Why are all of you reverting back and back again, or are you just denying whatever I say? Is it that? IS IT?