503. The Author ~A Terrifying Narcissistic Adversar...
Hi...! Narrator here! Here to tell you that everything in this story is fictional! They are fictional versions of real-life people working on this story! Enjoy!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AHA!!! AHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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AHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOBODY... NOBODY DID THE POLL... AND YOU... STILL MADE-... AHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HO!!! HOO WEE!!!
This isn't funny...
NOBODY CARES... ABOUT YOU... HA!!! AHA HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Or...! I just didn't connect with my audience very well-...
OR... BECAUSE YOU ARE A SELFISH ASSHOLE THAT DOESN'T CARE ABOUT HIS AUDIENCE IN THE FIRST PLACE...!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HOO!!! I LOVE BEING YOUR NARRATOR!!! And so, the Author began hitting his head on the dinner table he sat at. Worse even, no one laughed at his joke in class... What an absolute loser...
I do care about my audience...
NO!!! Y'know why...? Because you aren't a real writer!
I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* Dad... Those are my pringles!!!
"Oh... Oh, sorry..."
No... That was a gift...
"Sorry..." *walks away*
And so... After no one thought that he was funny in class and after his polls were never answered... AND AFTER HIS FATHER ATE HIS PRINGLES HE WAS WAITING TO EAT AAAALL DAAAAY HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! The Author returned to slamming his head on the table.
I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I am a real writer... *bonk...* I'll make things worse and even harder for these characters until I'm a real writer... *bonk...*
I swear... This is his villain origin story...
Yeah, right!
"Whoa...!" yelled Anne Boonchuy, seeing a giant demon bite off the head of a smaller demon.
But the second demon's head was a pterodactyl's, so it stabs the first's neck from the inside as he swallows it.
"This place is thrice as hardcore as Amphibia," said Anne.
"Yeah..." said Sprig. "Why is that Demon getting tortured in the center of the town in daylight?"
"Public stimulation," said Luz. "It's absolutely normal around here."
"No, it isn't..." said Amity. "Only Sinners get to go there."
"Not seeing a difference, there," said Sprig.
"There are actually several types of Demons. There are Royals, Deadly Sins, Ars Goetia, Overlords, Hellborns, Sinners, Succubi (or Incubi), and Imps. I am a Hellborn! A Witch-Type! We're kinda... born to be unsacred..."
King growls at a young demon who growls back at him.
"But I'm here to change ALL THAT!!!" smiled Miguel. "I've been doin' a lot of paperwork to make the Hazbin Project A THING!!!"
A Demon gives birth in the center of the street and vomits an egg. And that egg hatches, revealing a second demon that goes on to give birth and vomits another egg.
"So, essentially, this place is Hell...?" asked Dipper, wearing sunglasses.
"Yeah... Does that mean living people could enter here...?" smiled Mabel, wearing sunglasses.
"Well... This place is a planet floating in the sky of a more massive realm known as Hell. And yes, Hell has other planets in it. It's like a floating moon above a more massive flat and eternal planet," said Amity. "People in the planets have a chance to go to the Afterlife as ghosts but never in Heaven."
"Like Minecraft!" smiled Gabby.
"Yep..."
The Weather Reporters, along with Miguel and Gabby, travel toward Owl House while Demons stare at Dipper and Mabel with funny looks.
"Hey... Those Humans are wearing sunglasses..." sneered one.
"Do you think that they're Shophets...?" asked another.
"I heard that they used to kill us back then..." said another. "Witchhunters... Disgusting."
"Should we try somethin' on 'em?" said yet another.
"Nah... That one guy looks dangerous... The one that looks like a hobo. Same with the blue-haired girl over there with the single head bun."
"Alright... Alright...!"
"I feel watched..." said Mabel crossing her arms.
"Probably because we're Grimms," said Dipper. "Just keep it cool."
*knock, knock...*
Eda opens the door.
"Hey, Eda," sneered Miguel.
"Great... You..." Eda rolled her eyes. "Come in, all of you..."
Everyone enters the Owl House.
Hooty sings "Hooty, hooty, hooty, hoo!" while he prepares tea for the guests.
The drinks are then served to the Weather Reporters.
"I swear to God if those are spiked..." said Miguel.
"I just came from rehab! I don't do that anymore!" yelled Hooty.
Miguel sniffs the drink. His eyes widen. He signals the others a chopping sign in front of his neck, and disgusted, they proceed to set it down with worried looks.
"Aw, man! I was planning to make you my playmates..." said Hooty.
"NEVER AGAIN, OWL CREATURE!!! I WILL NEVER GO BACK INTO THOSE TEA PARTIES AGAIN!!!" yelled Miguel.
"YOU WILL, ONE DAY, IBARRA!!! YOU WILL!!!" yelled Hooty.
"What Tea Party...?" asked Gabby.
"It includes an owl entering my body. NEVER AGAIN!!!" yelled Miguel.
"So, Ibarra... I heard that you've been training Luz, here..." said Eda.
"Yeah! Aren't I amazing...?" smiled Miguel.
"Uh... huh... You can't spell Obnoxious without 'U...'"
"Pfft! You just couldn't handle my Godliness!"
"Tell that to Disneyland!"
"TELL THAT TO THE OWL THAT WAS UP MY ASS!!!"
"Wait..." said Luz. "Were you guys-...?"
"Pfft! No! NO!!!" laughed Miguel. "No... Fine. Maybe."
Eda facepalms.
"BUT Not anymore... Because somebody CAN'T DO HER LAUNDRY!!!"
"SCREW YOU!!! YOU JUST HATE THAT I am a Hellborn and A BETTER SORCERESS THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!!!"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!"
"FUCK... YOU!!! I AM OUTTA-!!!"
"Everyone calm down!" Dipper stands up.
Everyone stares at Dipper.
"Please..." said Dipper. "Luz. Take Miguel for a walk. We're here to gather info about Black Claw's connection with the Devil. So... please. Could you, Luz...?"
Later...
Luz and Miguel walk around the streets of the Boiling Isles.
"God...! I can't believe you studied under that woman!" he yelled, annoyed while stomping his feet.
The pair reaches a vending machine and Luz places her snails there, proceeding to take out two cans of Apple Blood.
"Here..." Luz offers Miguel Apple Blood.
"Ugh... This stuff..." said Miguel.
"I thought that you were open to all cultures' foods..." said Luz.
"Not if this stuff is the only thing that kept you alive after surviving the Great Hell Drought of 1528..." said Miguel. "An entire year of just me drinking THIS SHIT... Sorry, Luz..." Miguel opens it and takes a sip of it. "Mm!"
"Listen... I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you about Eda... After I learned that she didn't like you when I told her about you..."
"Bah! It's fine, kid." Miguel sips it. "I should've been more respectful..."
"Was the break-up... really bad...?" asked Luz.
"All my break-ups are 'really bad...'" said Miguel.
"Oof..."
"Yep."
"I hope I don't go through with that with Amity..." said Luz.
"It'll be alright..."
"Actually... I feel like... I remember... that we did..."
"Really? How was it like...?"
"I... broke up with her... yesterday!"
Miguel frowns. "No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did! There was shouting! And... bottles went flying. And... She made me cry!"
"No... You... didn't..." Miguel frowns, sensing danger.
Luz stands up. "What's wrong...?"
Miguel frowns. "Luz... Tell me the details of the breakup."
"Ugh! Miguel! It happened! First, there was-... Then there was-... There was-... I was-..."
Miguel frowns.
"It didn't... happen...?"
"We'll clear things up with your girlfriend later today. But right now? We have an encounter..."
"A Stand...!? Wesen...!?"
"Not exactly... This isn't the work of an enemy Stand. And this isn't Wesen."
"Then... What's going on...?"
Miguel's eyes turn white. "Shush..."
Miguel began strangling Luz. "WHOA!!!"
"Miguel...! What are you-!?" asked Luz, horrified.
"I STOPPED STRANGLING LUZ!!!" Miguel lets go of her neck.
"Why would you-!?"
Luz punched herself in the face.
*POW!!!*
"UGH!!!" sobbed Luz. "What...!? Who's... doing this...!?"
"He's fucking with us... Luz... You have to listen to me... This is the work of an enemy Beyond."
"A what!?"
"A Beyond. The ability of an all-powerful being. Beyonds are usually more powerful than Heaven's Stands."
"What...!? There's such a thing!?"
"It's kinda like a more OP Heaven's Stand granted to someone by a Heavenly Being."
Luz and Miguel go back to back, but we all know that they can't do anything about it.
"Stop it!" Miguel growled, uselessly.
"What's-!?" Luz grabs her finger. "What is my hand doing...!?"
*CRACK!!!*
She snaps it backward.
Luz began sobbing and crying in pain. "AAAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAUGH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!"
"Author! Stop this!" yelled Miguel, who tries to grab Luz's finger to heal it, and I decided that he should just stand still there.
Sadly, Miguel just stood still there, unable to move.
Miguel tries to move, but every time he does, he bleeds water and blood. "K-k-k... L-Luz... Run..."
Luz won't run. Luz will proceed to punch herself in the face.
*POW!!! SLAP!!! POW!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!*
"Who's... doing-...!?" Luz stops the attack by freezing both her hands with ice magic. Both of her hands freeze down to the ground.
"The A-Author..." he whispered. "I-I-I n-n-need you... t-t-to listen... t-to me... I know of a way to stop him..." He doesn't have a mouth anymore. "MMPH!!! MMMM!!! MMMM!!!"
Luz reads Ibarra's eyes with her telepathy. "The Whispering Spell...? I don't know that spell!"
Yes, she does. Sadly, The Author decided that she forgot it.
"Think the words!"
Sadly, Ibarra can't think.
Ibarra's eyes go to the back of his head, feeling nothing but numbness. But... His eyes glow white and... Luz teleports away.
"*sniff... sniff...*"
Luz hears the voice. "Hello...?"
"H-Hi...! Hello..."
Luz sits at a curved rectangular table in front of a guy wearing doggy-patterned white pajamas with little bulldogs, labradors, bull terriers, and poodles on it with several bones patterned everywhere on his shirt and down his pants. He has messy curly hair. He has thick eyebrows and big lips. He's a bit chubby. He also has tan-colored skin. He's around 5'6 to 5'7 feet tall, or 1.67 meters to 1.7 meters. He has a rather flat nose and big ears. He has black hair. He actually looks pretty timid. He slouches. He has chubby boobs and a round belly. He has thick thighs. He's really hairy all over. He has a face that... exists... and many considered him to be ugly. He has soft skin and looks like you could beat him up.
"Hi ho!" smiled the young man.
"Where am I!?" asked Luz. "Are you the Beyond-User!? Why'd you... DO ALL THAT!!?"
"Why'd I do what...!?" asked the mysterious young man.
"Who are you!?"
"Oh... Right...! Luz...! Luz, right? Luz! Of course... Sorry... I was about to write your death."
"Wait...!? WHAT!?!?"
"Uh-huh... But somehow, you're here... Did Ibarra somehow 4th-Wall Break you into here...? Cool!"
Luz walks over to see his computer to see messages from a bunch of other college kids laughing at him and not laughing at his jokes. They poke fun at him by sending him and the entire class of the character known as Shrek giving off an estranged reaction. "This is why you tried to kill me!? I'm guessing that you're... some kind of god or some crap...?"
The Author smiles, staring blankly into Luz's eyes. "I am a nobody controlling the... lives of a bunch of somebodies... Here is another reason..." The Author opens a tab of a Poll with 0 votes. "And here..." He takes out a can of empty pringles. "It was cheese-flavored and Dad ate it in front of me."
"You... had a bad day and you took out your frustrations on me... Why...!?"
"Because you aren't real, Noceda. You're a figment of my imagination. That's why I posted you on these websites. To... give you life. A meaning. An existence."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU...!?"
"Uh...My Dad kept on hogging the TV...?"
"WHAT... IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?"
"STOP!!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!" The Author viciously slaps his head over and over again like a crazy person. "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!!! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!!! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU AND MAKE THE WORLD SEE THE CHARACTERS THEY GROW TO LOVE TO SUFFER!!! IF IT'S THE L̸A̷S̴T̷ ̷T̶H̸I̶N̴G̴ ̶I̷ ̴D̷O̸!̷!̷!̴I CRUCIFIED IBARRA SO THE PEOPLE WOULD MOURN FOR HIM!!! SO THAT THEY'D FEEL HIS PAIN!!! MY PAIN!!!I̸'̵L̸L̵ ̵C̵R̶U̷C̶I̵F̴Y̷ ̵Y̵O̷U̵ ̶I̵F̶ ̵T̴H̵E̸ ̸W̴O̷R̴L̷D̵ ̶D̷I̷S̷R̴E̴S̵P̴E̷C̵T̸S̶ ̴M̷E̴ ̶O̵N̶E̶ ̴M̸O̴R̷E̴ ̸T̸I̸M̴E̵!̶!̷!̵"
"Okay! Okay...!" Luz said, feeling shaking around this whole "house" of his. "I'm sorry!... But... You don't have to hurt people to get more views or Hits or whatever..."
"Really...? Really...!? The only reason why ANYONE loves my work is YOUR EXISTENCE!!! TO SUFFER... TO SLOWLY BURN IN THE EVERLASTING PIT OF HELL THAT IS THIS BOOK!!!THE KNIVES BEGAN TO POINT TOWARD LUZ..."
"Whoa...! Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!" Luz stands up, as knives begin to point at her. "Why do you have knives JUST LYING AROUND!?!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?!?"
"No! I'm a cook, asshole! GET OUT OR DIE!!!"
"WAIT!!!" yelled Luz, uselessly pleading for her life. "Uh... Let's have... a talk..."
I sigh. "Fine..." I stand up and go to the kitchen.
"Uh... Mr. Author-?"
"QUIET!!! Sorry! Sorry... I just... get angry a lot... lately... God... I hate normies... You want milk? That's usually what I serve you guys."
"Wait... If you wrote our stories, you should know that-..."
"Yeah, yeah! You're lactose intolerant. Keen one, aren't ya...? Haha!"
I sit down at the table and give Luz a mug of warm Green Tea. The Author has a similar mug of warm milk. I calmly and subtly bow my head to her in respect.
"I'm sorry... It's my job to make you guys suffer... And... I... like doing it... I guess... I got obsessed with it... And... I wanted to hurt someone... So I hurt you... Here..."
Luz's injuries heal.
"There..." said the Author.
Luz puts her hands near her chest. "Why don't they respect you...?"
"No... I just gaslight myself into thinking that... Their bullying is pretty mild. Not my dad... The college kids I'm in class with... A lot of people don't... respect me in my own house... and in my own... school... I dunno... thought I could connect with my audience... But I forgot that you have to... "earn" respect."
"It isn't exactly fair if not even your own family respects you..."
"They do now... But... they have those habits to brush off my interests... And... shout at me... And be angry at me with the smallest mistakes..."
"You have a little brother that they like better...?"
"Yeah... But I love him! Don't get me wrong! I spoil him, too, actually! It'd just be nice if I gain some recognition for things that I do..."
"I think people do respect you, Author. You just have to look at things from a different angle. You don't have to take out your frustrations that way..."
"Psh..."
"Why is it your job to kill us...?"
"I don't decide when you die. That's God's job. I just decide how you die. But I can kill you whenever..."
"Is it even my time?"
"No..."
"Then why'd you try to kill me!?"
"I dunno... It isn't even on the pre-made script that you'll die. You're just supposed to grow old with Amity..."
"So... don't kill me," smiled Luz.
I smile, gently. "Nah... I wanna kill you! =)"
Luz's eyes widen with horror and stand up. She tries to activate her magic by drawing a circle in the air, but it disappears because that is what I decided. I get to decide what happens in this world. Me. Not you. I tried to give you that power, but you decided to not. I'm not a villain! I'm not unhinged! I just respond to anger like a regular person! :D I'm not crazy. AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'll rip her little THROAT OUT!!! You enjoying this, Reader... Huh...!? AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
"I... heard you..." said Luz. "When you narrate here... I can hear your voice in this dimension. In my head... Your voice... It echoes in people's heads... What is this place...?"
Oh...? This...? This is 3rd World. But in your world, this is Seventh World.
"What...!?"
And so, the Author Nerd-Talked...
There are Eleven Worlds in your world and Eleven worlds in mine. In my world, I am a 3rd World person, but in your world, it is the 7th World. In the mythology of this book, there are Twelve WorldsThe First World belongs to the Edge of Everything. There, abstract ideas exist. It is where Demons who have died wander after death. This is also known as the Duat. Or the Underworld. It is the spiritual manifestation of the Objects you turn into in Hazbin Hotel.The Second World is the world of cartoon characters. It is a dimension that's pretty damned whack. A huge portion of it was destroyed by Bill Cipher. It was created by Maria JoJo's Bohemian Rhapsody.The Third World is your world. Earth and the Universe that surrounds it.The Fourth World is the world of the New Gods and Old Gods, known as the Lesser Gods. All of which are known to be the physical manifestation of Platonic Ideals.The Fifth World is the world of the True Forms of the Lesser Gods, known as the Greater Gods. This is where True Darkseid, True Thor, True Diana, and True Khonshu belong in. This is where the host of their Avatars belongs.The Sixth World is the world of the Hands that Created the Multiverse and God's first Avatar, The Source of All Life, or The Force, or the Seven Forces of the Universe, or whatever the hell you wanna call it. It serves as the Multiversal control room.The Seventh World is the world of real life. Or at least, my world. It is a boring world where nothing except human hubris happens. No Superheroes. No Stands. Nothing.The Eighth World is the world where all life goes after death. The 50 Dead Worlds and the quadrillion different After Lives reside here.The Ninth World is the world where all the good people go to. The Tenth World is the world where the planet of the Boiling Isles floats about. It is a realm of demons where the creatures of Hell reside and are at their most powerful form.The Eleventh World is the world where Angels and the Popes live in. The Messiahs, Saints, Avatars, Prophets, and the Elders go here after death.The Beyondverse is the world beyond everything. It is where God belongs.
But... while the Author was talking and was distracted...
Psst! "Break the bond, tear the fabric, cleave the stone, stop the magic."
"What!?"
"Break the bond, tear the fabric, cleave the stone, stop the magic!" Those are the words to defeat him.
Luz has an idea. "Boy! You sure are great, Mr. Author!"
The Author frowns. "Who were you just talking to?"
"Uh...! BREAK THE-!!!"
Stop talking.
Luz stops talking. Luz begins to tear up.
She grabs one of the knives lying around and points the knife at her chest.
Luz began to cry...
"Don't... do this..." wept Luz.
But nobody could hear her.
Shhh...
Luz shakes her head. "GET OUTTA MY HEAD...!!!" she thought.
The Author begins to sing a creepy nursery rhyme in a haunting whisper.
Langit, lupa, impyerno, im... im... impyerno...Saksak puso. Tulo ang dugo...Patay, Buhay, alis...
Note: Translation; Sky, Earth, Hell... He-... He-... Hell...Stab the heart... its blood goes dripping...Dead, Alive, leave...
Shhhhh... You're gonna enter the 9th World, Luz... You're gonna be okay!
"YOU'RE INSANE!!!" she thought...
I know... And I'm sorry i am... But... I kinda like it...
Fuck it. Luz's lips open up.
WHAT!?!?
"(Break the bond, tear the fabric, cleave the stone, stop the magic...)"
The Author sighs. "Great...! I temporarily lost a lot of my powers!"
"Yeah!? HELLFIRE!!!" Luz tries to blast hellfire at The Author, but nothing happens.
"You do realize that you also disabled your magic, right...?"
Luz holds the knife at the Author with a shaky hand. "STAY BACK!!! STAY BACK OR I'LL-!!!"
"Stab yourself in the stomach..."
Luz stabs herself in the stomach.
*SPLAT!!! Sputter... sploosh!!!*
A little too much, there, Sound Guy...
"B-But...!"
"Do you really think that I hadn't seen that spell from a mile away!? That spell isn't even the original spell Miguel said! That only disables both our reality warping and magic!"
Luz vomits blood and stumbles over. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! I AM SO SICK OF YOUR PSYCHO!!!" She limps and sits on the couch.
He walks over to her and whispers into her ear. "Really...? You thought that you have control over this...? AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AH HA!!! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Wait... that's not you... That's The...NARRATOR!!! PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!" sobbed Luz.
I cannot. For I am the Narrator. Not anymore, at least...
"Please... I'm dying...! Would you really watch a teenager's death!?"
No... That's the Watcher's job.
"Hello. I am the Watcher."
"Please...!" sobbed Luz. "I beg of you... Stop... The Author..."
~Call him again...~
The whispering spell actually greatly weakened him. He's bluffing...
"(Huh...?)" whispered Luz.
Listen...
"Goodbye, Luz..." sneered The Author.
Yes... your thoughts don't betray you... The Author is no longer narrating... He now simply commands people... Now, I'm giving you some time. In a few seconds, he will tell you to stab yourself 40 times.
Luz flinches. I don't know why... What could possibly scare her now...?
But... He cannot hear me. He can't because Plot, over here, said so.
~Yoohoo! I said so!~
"QUIET, PLOT!!!" yelled The Author.
But, I slowed down time... Anime Style... Here's what you do... *whisper, whisper...*
"Oh... Author! I heard that you are such a genius at storytelling!" smiled Luz.
"N-No... No, I'm not..." The Author offers a hopeless frown.
"Really...? I saw your draft for this chapter! Really, really good, Author!"
"R-Really...? You like my book?"
"Yeah! The lack of Prosing was really... REALLY GOOD!!!"
"Uh-... Uh-huh!" *smiles with teary eyes*
"Yeah... Uh... You really do deserve respect... And... people do-..."
"-...respect you very much... And I believe that you can-..."
"Be the best version of yourself!" Luz gives a cheery smile.
The Author gives a slightly hopeful smile. "Huh... I don't even wanna kill you any-..."
NOW!!!
Luz stabs The Author in the shoulder.
*SPLAT!!!*
Luz closes her eyes, ashamed of what she had done... But... "I won't die... Not like this... Because if I die like this... I'll break my Sweet Potato's heart..."
The Author sneers upon hearing "Sweet Potato".
NOW, JUMP INTO HIS COMPUTER!!! HERE!!!
Luz gains a mark on her forehead. "What is-!?"
The Author can kill you any time! But as long as you have The Mark of Cain, you will remain protected under my thumb! NOW, GO!!!
Luz nods. "Thanks... God..." Luz hops into the computer...
The Author smiles and begins laughing. "Haha... Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" he laughed elegantly. He just goes laughing and laughing. "Oh, sweet Luz... You escaped me... You truly are... worthy...But... since you've done wrong by me..." The Author begins writing on his computer.
He wrote, "...and then Amity met Odalia once again..."
"I'm gonna have some fun with you... Hyehehehehehe... HYEHYEHYEHYEHYEHYE!!! HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! MUHUHUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The Author (Real Name Unknown; Possibly "Mikhail")
Human (Real-Life), Prophet (In-Book)
Age: early 20's
Strength: 3Speed: 3Durability: 3Senses: 3Intelligence: 5Combat: 2Skills: 5Precision: 3
Beyond Authority
>Author Authority=The Author is an unknown man who has the ability to control the story. After a rough childhood and thinking that no one wants to do anything with him, The Author becomes the overarching antagonist/anti-villain of the entire series, making the lives of these characters even worse for content... but it is theorized that he himself enjoys their stories and their suffering. He has the ability to decide whatever happens in their world BUT he must abide by the rules he made and fates the "God" of this book has given to each character. His Stand is in the form of a Laptop.>Omniscience=Anything that happens in the book? He knows about it. Unless the One Above All, Goddess, or the Narrator (and possibly others) spoke those words, who are all entirely different entities.
Power: USpeed: URange: EDurability: UPrecision: UPotential: 0
Weaknesses:PTSD=The Author went through a traumatic childhood of verbal abuse and bullying. If someone uses these past memories to trigger him, he will enter depression or enter a fit of toxic rage.Depression=The Author, when hurt by other people, will enter a depression and proceed to make his characters suffer the same pain or even an exaggerated version of that pain to the character he deems "worthy."Possible Insanity=The Author is possibly insane and his insanity often gets the better of his judgment.Instability=The Author is observed to be incredibly unstable, especially since he claims that he enjoys hurting the characters in the book.Ego Stroking=You can trick The Author by stroking his ego.Beyond Author Authority=The Author prays and bows to God. And this is represented in this book by showing that the One Above All of this book is his boss. He has no power against Him or those that are considered his "relatives". He also has no power against the Narrator, me. Because the Narrator is also deciding what the Author goes through.Miguel Ibarra=Miguel Ibarra is supposed to be The Author's variant and thus, he finds him the most amusing and will refuse to kill him even if he is told to do so. Also, because of Miguel's 4th-Wall Breaking and Probability Sensing, The Author's bullshit can be detected instantly by Ibarra.The Whispering Spell=The Whispering Spell disables The Author's ability to warp reality, but he can still decide your fate.
Personality and Stand:His Stand is a representation of his love for writing stories and his passion for writing his imaginative worlds. His existence is meant to destroy each of the characters' lives and give them "happy/sad endings", whether they like it or not. Everyone is under the Author's thumb, and it was shown in the chapter where he battles against Luz.