forum One of your characters finds themself face-to-face with you, the creator of their world. What questions do they ask you?

Started October 29, 2017 by @Eldest-God-andrew health_and_safety flash_onAdmin

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"Why don't you ever finish one of my adventures before rewriting me?"
"I'm not one for closure and I haven't found your true purpose in the great scheme of things."

"Why would you bring me to life knowing that all I knew was suffering and pizza?"
"IDK man. I'm a creative sadist, and pizza's pretty awesome."
"I mean….fair."

(Here's a scene. F&%* it)

Illyana looked at me, her eyes weirdly brighter green than I expected. Interesting how the imagination makes her almost less realistic than what i saw before me.
She cocked her head, sat in the leather sofa in my livingroom, stunned to silence by the notion of what I just said.

I took the opportunity to examine her. Her hair was a lighter pink than I could ever imagine, her skin tanned and wiry, calloused and worn. She looked not only like someone who could fight, but also like someone who had a troubled past. One that I - not to expertly - wrote out. I knew for a fact the hardships this girl had suffered, and I hadn't cared when she was imaginary.

"Why did you do this to me?" She asked, and the very accent of her voice made me smile wickedly. The russian-inspired accent, the thickness on the vowels, it was everything i dreamt and more. I sat back in my chair.

"Simple," I said, slowly. Everything had to be right. It had to be perfectly timed, "I had you in my head for years. The girl that would save the world with her abilities of light. The girl that would be the strongest of them all, and lead the new generation of heroes into a new age of power and peace. I wrote you to be the best of the heroes, and to save them all."

She wrung her hands, her leg jiggling in a nervous movement I recognised as my own. "But, I'm not. I'm so flawed, and imperfect, and wrong. How can i lead the mutates when i can barely lead myself? How can I be the one to lead the world to a new age if i cannot be strong in myself?"

I smiled sadly, knowing what I had done to this girl. She was barely as old as myself.
"But, Illyana," I spoke, knowing our hour was up, "That is how you are strong. You are flawed so that you can teach them how not to be."

Also omg there's so much existentialism in these posts I LOVE it

"……"
"Is there a pattern to all this? Is there a reason behind it?"

"No wait, don't answer. I don't think I want to know"

"dude why the frick did you make me a war hero im not any more mentally stable than you"

"So uh, you're the one who brought us here."
"Yup."
"Can you tell us how the story ends?"
"Nope."

It was a typical Monday evening. James and Ann were sitting in the living room of their humble apartment streaming an episode of the Blindspot together. Suddenly there was a bright light and the loud sucking crack of billions of air molecules instantly being displaced. James and Ann both reflexively looked toward the sound.
"Holy S—!" James yells as he jumps out of his seat thinking that the sound is a car crashing into the wall of their apartment.
However both of them stare in utter fear and bewilderment at a figure now standing before them. The figure is a young slender but toned man about six and a half feet tall dressed in flowing navy blue robes with long silver hair.
"What the F—," James yells, at the same time Ann timidly squeaks,
"Please don't kill us."
"Oh please there is no need to be dramatic," responds the mysterious man very calm and collected.
"Who the F— are you? How the hell did you get in our home?" James barks angrily, trying to seem threatening to this obviously powerful individual.
"My name is Moxit Isk and I'd be glad to explain everything if we could all just please sit down." says the tall handsomely dressed man as he takes a seat in their lazy-boy recliner a few feet away.
"No, no, no, this isn't real." James says. He laughs and closes his eyes, "OK it is time to wake up now. I'm sure my alarm is about to go off any second anyways."
"Hun, did u spike our drinks…" Ann says hesitantly and fearfully.
"I can assure you both this is all real," Moxit interjects as he draws forth parchment and quill from a leather pouch at his side and begins taking notes.
"Ann, get Jedziah if this guy is real when shes see him she'll hiss. Then we can beat the s— out of this damn homeless guy and call the cops." Jedziah is James and Ann's large Maine coon cat, named after their favorite Deep Space nine character of course.
"Your lack of intelligence surprises me. I thought one of the creators would be more rational than this." Moxit stands and says with such arrogance it would make a Buddhist monk livid. He dusts off his navy blue robes of the cat hair from chair he sat in.
"Honestly, unless you can tell me how to stop Tiamat from controlling all the dragons then you are of little use to me right now."
"What?" James and Ann look at each other then back at the man, dumbfounded.
"Well that was a waste of a wish spell." Moxit mutters to himself as he pulls out the materials for a plane shift spell.
"Wait! You're fighting Tiamat? How are you… did Alastora resurrect you?" James calls out. But it is useless because just as quickly as he had arrived Moxit is gone, leaving James and Ann bewildered and in shock.

"Why did you have to make me suffer if you love me so much?"
"hahaAHAAHAHAHAHAHA"
Either that, or..
"I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MY CHILDREN HAVE A LOVELY CHRISTMAS"
"Who's that lady over there? She's creeping me out."

Main characters: "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO KILL US SO OFTEN"
Me: "You may be my children but I like to see you suffer– it adds character"
MC 1: "I lost my family- twice, died- twice, and lost my ARM!"
MC 2: "You straight up made me a murderer and killed off my family and friends"
MC 3: "I am literally death incarnate- please let me die"
MC 4: "I'm being haunted and possessed because you made me a literal demon after having a monster kill me off"
Me: "…character development?"

My characters: Hey dude. You good?
Me, in tears: ye-YEAH IM GOOD.
Tfw you project a bit tOO much on your characters

gary: wAIT DID YOU MAKE MY BEST FRIEND MY BOYFRIEND WHY IM NOT EVEN GAY
me: ha you are now

James "WHY THE HELL are you named after me? Why is my love life so freaking complicated?"
Me "so I can live bicariously through you. Also I was bored. Also I was in the closet. Sorry not sorry."

"How could you kill off my Nan?"
"Oof, sorry 'bout that. I had to break you emotionally before you could progress as a character lmao."

"Why would you lie to me?"
"What would've happened if Clyd and I never reunited?"

I'm just going to pick one character…
"Why do I go through so much pain when she doesn't have to? And why do you like my sister more when I'm the more important character?"
"You go through more pain because of your personality. You're too shy, you never would have opened up to Ashlynn. She, on the other hand, is outgoing. And I like your sister more because Angelica is adorable. She's so bubbly."

"why did you just give me a monkey?"
"i liKE MONKEYS OKAY"

Mc:“Who are you?”
Me:“I don't know? Who am I?”
MC:“Well then, I'm out.”
Me:“Cool.”

“ why did you kill trip? Like it wouldn’t been a problem if you kept her alive for at the very least an hour”
“ sorry David but-“
“No ‘buts’ I ask you why you killed her. I want a straight answer that isn’t confusing in any sort of way”
“Hmmm… character development, sad backstory and a source of motivation?”
“ BUT YOU STILL DIDNT HAVE TO KILLER HER WHY DID YOU MAKE US LIVE IN A LAB FOR OUR WHOLE LIVES?!”
“Chill out”
Annoyed Chrome stomps away after not getting any good answers from the author.
The author proceeds with a facepalm

MC: "Why is my nickname 'Spicy'?"
Me: "Well you see this once I said your name out loud, and some Spanish guy mistook it for Picante"
MC: "Nice"
Me: "Nice"

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME"
"…"
"Character development?"

MC - "Why do you torture me?"
Me - "I don't know what you mean."
MC - "YOU KILLED MY SISTERS, MY FIANCEE A WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING, AND THEN YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND."
Me - "…… Yeah, I see what you mean. Plot?"

C: "Bitch why did you screw me over 1000s of years before the start of the story?"
Me: "It builds your character"
C: "Why did you kill my mother?"
Me: "It builds your character"
C: "Why did you put me through years of high school bullying?"
Me: "It builds your character"
C: "Why did you kill me?"
Me: "…It builds your character???"
Me: "jk I just felt like an asshole that day"

@Charlie ohmygoodness that sounds almost exactly like my nova (minus the 'years of high school bullying'). everything bad started happening to nova 1000 years earlier, her mother died, and she died lol.

@Cami haha yesss!