“Mmhm.” He sipped his glass.
“What if we just…don’t go?”
“Do nothing?”
“Exactly. Don’t ambush them. Don’t start the story. Just stay here, drink, play pirate games, or whatever the hell you weirdos do when you’re not being pirates.” She stared down into her glass. What did fictional characters do when they weren’t on the page? Probably like characters in video games, she assumed. They just blinked out of the console’s memory and didn’t exist.
“So your solution to a unique story is no story at all.” Tone flat, he stared at her in disbelief. “Genius. Utter genius. Pulitzer Prize winner in the making, you are.This story intentionally left blank.”
“I’m trying to come up with an idea! I don’t know what I’m doing!”
“This is precisely why I keep telling Virtue to stop feeding you this stupid hopeless line about escaping with both of your lives intact. It won’t happen. Because as charming as this conversation has been, I’m getting bored, and I’m about to jump to the next chapter.”
“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brow. Chapter?
Raising his flesh-and-blood hand, he smiled. “We will control the vertical. We will control the horizontal.”
He snapped his fingers.
* Firstly; Not even villains tangle with copyright law. Secondly; Search the phrase “My Uncle Oswald + snozzberries” Hopefully, I have ruined your day just a little. -V
