You want a happy end? You will get a happy "end"

"Time to end this story with a bang, there shall be a party including all characters (Bee wants a character named Amaki to take Aurora's place) introduced in the story. There shall be dialogue, character interactions, party games, a trip down memory lane, and it shall exceed the 1.5k word expectation. The grand finale."

System for Dummies / Chapter 82

Very well, I shall give you everything you mentioned in that touching last comment. The grand finale you have been looking forward to.

Fair warning up front, this chapter would be very, very dark. So, if you are not good with graphic descriptions of violence and can not handle taboo topics being overtly made fun off─I do suggest to simply skip this novel.

Furthermore, please do not read Born&Torn either. Because if you could not handle this, it'd be wise to stay away from that story as far as humanly possible.

For once I was not joking. Let your sanity prevail and stop yourself before it's too late...

...but if you do desire to venture on know this: Born&Torn was about to be rewritten, therefore, all you psychos were welcomed to join.

Shameless advertisement aside some readers might question what the ominous title was all about? Rest assured, it was nothing to be concerned about. Wishmoppu had kidnapped all the characters and forced everyone to participate in death games.

At first, they were called the "Octopus games," to avoid copyright infringements, but then it was simply dubbed the "U-ded-Games"

Let me tell you, hearing all these people begging for their lives made it the party of a lifetime.

Russian Roulette caused the floor to be decorated in a mellow pink. Brain tissue made for an excellent constant to the splattered blood that had mysteriously appeared on the Endless Grasslands.

The eventual winners of this competition were given the grant price of a t-shirt that said."I survived and all I got was this t-shirt"

Oh, and I had easily survived the first round since I was the author here. Nothing to brag about; the world was rigged in my favour, to begin with. Clearly, I had plot armour on my side.

I even spun the pressed the trigger multiple times and no bullet blew through my skull.

The same could not be said about all the other unfortunate souls with their soon-to-be deceased state. Some dude called Amiki, the replacement from rocket lady, was saying something about "Mirror Lady not being a villain" before his whole personality spread across my face... what a lovely character interaction.

But, I had to give credit where it is due; there was more content inside of it than initial conversations had suggested.

Though, in retrospect, it was not much of a challenge for something to be bigger than a void.

The sick burn aside, many other fun games followed that literally took your breath away─literally as I said. "Hang out with your buddies" turned into a game of picking the right rope that would snap under your weight. Once again, to no one's I was lucky and the others not so much.

Asphyxiation was not such a good time for these people. I mean, to some it might have been, but they seemed not too happy with their windpipes actively being crushed.

Well, I could not blame them one bit, the gravity of the situation was certainly ground for some bit of dissatisfaction. Of course, nobody could complain about their fate, since ya know, they did not have enough air for that.

" Sa....ve me...." muttered someone under their breath, yet the bastard could not even finish the conversation he started. What rude and unsightly behaviour!

Was it that hard to keep a basic level of manners? I swear, even I had gotten the hang of that.

Such freaking drama queens; this had easily been the most boring party ever. Look, at them, they were nothing but dead weights at the moment.

As useful as thoughts and prayers messages on social media, that was what they were.

Let us just forget about these party-poopers; if they want to ruin Wishmoppus's attempt at giving the story the happy end it deserved, then they clearly needed to chill a bit.

Why so serious─let yourself go, man. Drink a bit and forget about being a side character for once. Trust me, the hangover would be the least of your worries.

How about instead you take a road down memory lane and take a bath in the acid? All of your worries would dissolve pretty darn quickly there. Not one trace would be left of them and you. While you are at it, care to not float back up... cuz you were not looking like a snack after that.

Ignoring the obvious cannibalism vibes, I also easily survived this kind of trap. By the time I had arrived here enough characters had taken a dive and taken care of all the acid through their heroic sacrifice.

After all, I was the main character. The world revolved around me; nothing could ever go wrong here. Maybe, someday it might come true the more I kept telling it to myself.

It was certainly better than realizing that I might die at any given moment!

Though I was not getting my hopes any soon, since Lady Luck and Karma were famously known as a bitch. My virgin-ass would only be fucked by that dynamic duo of buttfuckery. So, my cheeks were permanently clenched.

I might be pretending to be very calm and collected, but the reality in front of my eyes was very good at convincing me otherwise.

This did not feel like it was scripted...in fact, one might say that the death on here was very, very real. They would all come back to life once this was over, right?

We were just fooling around to make fun of those tragic endings, where literally anyone dies. Yup, that is what we surely doing at this very moment. Yes, all these corpses had to be realistic props and these lifelike screams were done by invested voice actors.

I mean, what were the odds of a villain seeking revenge on the world?

After everything everyone has been through together as a unit, there was no way anyone would willingly destroy that kind of paradise. Unless one really hated the concept of reader satisfaction; but, who could hate the readers to such an extent?

Well, there might be plenty of reasons to absolutely despise them. Yet, at the end of the day, murder was highly illegal and doing the time was not worth it.

So, I shall just insult them with the power of my words.

Though there were no insults to be made, should I die here. Death was kinda permanent and made it hard to cuss at the hairy troglodytes that were currently interpreting these letters.

Now, now, now as scary as death might seem on the surface; it was a whole lot scarier than one could even imagine.

You sit in front of your PC, when suddenly....

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What? Do you think you would hold a long monologue bout the injustice of the world before your death? Darling, all it took was one mistake and this entire story would come to an end right here.

There was no such thing as more to read should I bite the dust here. All you would get was an endless vast nothingness. It would probably still offer more value to the general public than your average system novel...but that was hardly an achievement.

It could never be the grand Finale the people had been asking for.

Everyone was just dying left and right. The deadly party games went still on. Yet, all I was doing here revolved around keeping myself safe. Could ya not see we were having a bloody good time? Emphasis on the blood in bloody good time.

And yet for reasons unknown, I kept my life. Regardless of not getting the poisoned pie in the pie-eating contest or avoiding the fate of a human dart board─everyone died, but me.

Which I did appreciate, not the piles of corpses strewn across the Endless Grasslands, just the part where I was not part of that mountain of flesh. One had to be thankful for even the smallest things in life...

Just that neither the loss nor the actual remains were really small, still all was good in some sense.

Yes, whack-a-mole became whack the support characters with a Warhammer and the famous pinata did not excrete candy once it had been bisected, rather it was a fine blend of innards. Not very family-friendly if you ask me.

The number of characters alive dwindled with each and every one of those strange games and Wishmoppu, looming in the sky, was cackling like a madman, pardon a madmop.

The golden busybody had been doing this the entire time; the noise just had been very hard to hear given the frequent dying screams and begging for mercy.

Rest assured, I did not hear anything. I had my earpods in.

The suffering of others was not the music in my ears I particularly wanted to listen to.

What was that vile entity planning now? Oh no, no, no...." Good day, would you be interested in becoming a Paid Writer? I'm Leo and I would like you to get paid for writing with us. To discuss, please mail- the link to your book and social media.

Leo, could you not see that we were currently at the Grand Finale of this novel; this was neither the time nor the place to advertise your reading site.

"Wishmoppu could you take care of the intruder? Before all the good vibes are destroyed. Thanks, buddy"

Distant screams made it clear that our beloved villain grabbed this "Leo" person and softly massaged him to death. It might be killing everyone, but at the very least, shameless advertisement was not condoned by it.

Welp, enough time wasted here. This was clearly a dream and everything was just made up for pure shock value.

Think logically, why would this happen without me knowing?

I was the author, the main guy...I was in control here. This was why I did not mind the fact that literally, anyone else had died a brutal death here. Soon, i'd wake up and write another stupid chapter to entertain 1 reader that liked to give stupid suggestions for me to put in the story.

Yes, as always this was about to happen...

...too bad I lied to you guys again.

Ya, seriously believed I was putting myself through that kind of torture willingly? Ya want me to spend more time thinking about ludicrous requests and suffer even one second longer writing? I had to put an end to all of this.

Wishmoppu was not the bad guy here. Wishmoppu was my monster; It was me, who told it to kill everyone.

Once everyone was dead no one would be able to give me any more stupid ideas. Yes, this was for the greater good! My creation, I was sorry, but you had to perish. All for the greater good!!!!

To my readers, I apologize for murdering their favourite character.

Be assured, they did not suffer too much before their consciousness had faded forevermore. Yes, one last time I shall act a good author did and release Wishmoppu after everything had been razed to the ground.

Born&Torn shall be reborn.

But seriously, this story had its fair time to shine and all it got was 86 collections. Time for it to slip into something more comfortable like a long coma. Maybe, if the stars align it would get a second volume, but most definitely not with anyone off this cast.

Yeah, by now we should have easily crossed the demanded 1500 words. The Grand Final, eh? I sure hope you got your money's worth on this one.

But this marked the "end" of this volume. Sure it was not the "happy end", but beggars could not be choosers.

There would be an afterword, once everything was wrapped up nicely!

Till then my dear (few) readers.