[WP] Write that impossible story about yourself that you always daydream about.

It wasn't a dream.

Clever, I'd thought, that I managed to bring it full circle.

It was just a fun little joke I had for myself that it all ended with me returning to my life with no memory of what happened.

Cruel, I say, is how masochistic I apparently am. I mean, gods, am I a jackass. I could've at least left a little memory, maybe something to prepare myself for this shit storm I'm going through. Just a hint of an idea, like a dream, or--

Oh. Right.

Well, I don't care! My cousin slash past-self's son appearing out of nowhere with a horde of monsters after him is no way for the multiverse to remind me of its existence. I don't get why--

Well, okay, I get the whole thing about me being important, because I used to be some kind of prophet to the Fates, and I guess I stuck my nose in everything... But why do they all have to act like I'm still that sociopathic...person I imagined? I'm not like that. I don't manipulate people like that; I don't metaphorically flip off the gods at every opportunity - I wouldn't even if I'd known they existed - and I'm not a freaking hero!

Please, stop asking me to fix things. I don't remember what I did, just that it had something to do with Doctor Who and Harry Potter, and maybe a few alternate versions of myself. It's all a big daydream-blur, and there was a lot of weird sci-fi involved that I don't understand.

I know I messed things up, but I can't do what you're asking.

I don't want to remember things clearly.

Do you realize the kind of stress I was under? Why do you think I did this to myself? For fun?

Yeah, I should have known this would happen. I was clearly intelligent enough to be able to figure it out, but--

I just want to go home.

It wasn't me.

I'm not her.


You know what? No. Forget it. FINE.

If you have some way of getting my memory back, I guess I'll fix it. But don't blame me if I change my mind afterwards. I don't know what she'd do.

...Hopefully fix me when it's all over.

I mean, she doesn't like herself anymore than most anyone else does. That's why she did this...I think. If I remember right, that is. If I remember right, then she made me as a substitution for suicide.

...I hope I'll still be an option.

Screw this.

I'm such a vlakas. It's my fricking job to keep track of this shit, and I screw it up the moment - the moment I decide my own apaisios happiness is important enough to quit, THE FATES GO EFFING MEDIEVAL ON THE WHOLE EFFING WORLD.

Do you guys realize how traumatic it is to go from blissful ignorance to knowing that I don't know how to stop this?

No! Screw you! Screw this! Screw the Fates! Where's a giant screwdriver when I need one?

Look, women, girls, The Three Bitches - whatever you wanna be called. I'm not your pet. You can't just waltz back into my life after agreeing to let me be, and demand--


You... You can't just...


Skyla! You have no control over me anymore. Don't you effing dare bring my son into this. I'd rather he perish than give you what you want, but know this: If you do anything do bring him harm, I will make your lives a living hell. I'll give you what you want, and you'll regret every second of it; your world will fall apart; your power will collapse. I've seen it all before, but this time I won't be able to take it back.

Your move.

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