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Deb leaned down to help prop Dr. A up. She looked much worse than before. Deb couldn't help but give the uncaring Doctor with the clip board a death glare. "Why haven't you helped her, damn it. She's literally bleeding out!"
Dr. A brushed Deb's arm to get her attention, "She thinks I'm just another character variation of herself…which is somewhat true but not really. Besides I like the hard cold ground, it really makes you think." If it were anyone else Deb would suspect they were being sarcastic but when Dr. A said this Deb couldn't help but believe her which was kind of weird but Deb had slept in worse places so she said nothing to this.
"Oh my gosh, are you all right?" Greta  whispered, taking out some bandages and wrapping Dr. A up as best as she could.
"Fine." Dr. A coughed, "But it seems I get beaten up and knocked out in every story." She laughed a little, at least as much as she could handle. "However, it seems our time is up. Already this tower is the last standing. No doubt our visitor already erased the Intel and thus destroyed the whole meaning of this story of even existing. We were supposed to stall him but it didn't work out too well."
"You planned this?" Deb asked.
"Nah, I kind of thought I'd work out that way." Dr. A, with the help of Deb and Greta, stood as best she could, "No matter. Let's begin." She then took a small round object with a big red button on it out of her pocket. With a deep wobbly breath for a pause she pressed the button.
A song rung out. Notes strong and steady yet calm and simple. The notes formed in the air about them and a whirlwind of colors swirled around them. The sweet sound of angels sang along with the melody.
"The device is working as you said!" Greta looked up at the transformed sky and for the first time her stone face formed a smile in her eyes. Dr. A raised her hand into the air and with a snap of her fingers everything stopped.
The roof, the other Doctor, Greta, Deb, and that whole other world was gone. Before her sat a figure in bright green clothing.
"Doctor Amelia. Scientist. Mad creations. Talks too much. Focus too narrow." It said.
Dr. A steadied herself and limped toward the new stranger, "You are…" she tried to say but her mouth was wet with the taste of blood and her voice burned.
"Chronicler. The Book. The Stories. Connection to all."
Dr. A stopped a few feet from him and starred. He looked at her, not curiously or all knowing but lost.
"Was to all. Now not. Sad. Confused. Want to create. Horded Information for Guardians. Wrong instructions. Hate me. I search worlds for more. Spark lost. Worlds search stopped. Connection needed. Must be many not one. Sad. Long sad time. Guardians send seeds. Create from seeds memories. Built them worlds. None happy. Now trapped. Broken. Why is this?"
Dr. A sighed, "I've been barrowing your connection. I couldn't believe what I saw. At first it was confusing but over time I've realized something. The book is teleporting and absorbing parts of worlds, not to cause destruction but to reform the connection TO the worlds. The stories themselves come from the subconscious of the multiverse! And the two guardians use their abilities to give order and meaning to the raw information you bring…" Dr. A spite red on the ground.
"Agree. Doctor Amelia. State obvious. Fix?"
Dr. A nodded slowly, "Yes. I've been borrowing your abilities when I made a connection to the spark of inspiration. Now I know what to do." Dr. A raised her hand and with a mere wave a terminal appeared before her. Then suddenly Deb appeared.
"Fuck! Stop doing that!" Deb said face palming, "I'm getting kin of sick of popping all over the place."
Dr. A handed her a feathered quill, "I need you to write this. I can't because I'm too connected with the book for it to recognize me for commands. You'll have to do it."
Deb looked at the terminal with the line 'All the stories have been written…' She gulped, "Is that it? That's all we have to do is rewrite it here?"
Dr. A nodded, "Yep. Here write what I say." Deb leaned down and placed the quill upon the terminal. Dr. A cleared here throat. "Anything can happen. There are no limitations."
Deb wrote this and the terminal disappeared.
The figure that stood there faded away, "Yes. No. Confused more. Can not. Do." He was gone and the roof reappeared.
Dr. A felt her body reform and all of her bumps, bruises, and wounds disappeared. She felt like one hundred percent. Greta's machine parts were brand new and shiny. The world reformed and the sun shined high in the sky.
Yes. More power. I'm no longer bound by the rules of the story!
The indescribable man stood before them. Two society members held dead in his hands. They popped out of existence. He then turned his attention to the other Doctor.
The Chanters stood in front of her to stop him but they only faded from existence as well. The other Doctor activated her machine. "All that work with Hyde and the others…I fear I'm out of time but this should bring me one step closer to the core."
No it will not.
The device crushed to a small lump an the portal was gone. "How?"
"No!" Dr. A yelled with the snap of her fingers the P.I.E. activated. The other Doctor and the Chanters looked confused, "I made a terrible mistake. I thought science was the answer but it didn't work. Try something else!"
  The other Doctor looked confused but with the snap of Dr. A's finger she blasted into the next story with ease. Greta grabbed the blurred man but

"No, Deb we need to get out of here!"
"God damn it why didn't it work? You said this would work!"
"I…I don't know. The line, we altered it but he's still carrying on his mission. I didn't think the guardians commands could be rewritten."
"Well fuck, what now?"
"I'll get you out of here. Good bye."
"Wait-!"
"Now, it's just you and me. I have the power to grow fifty times your size just to squash you!"
Size does not matter. I am all. I will leave this book and make all one story.
"What can I do? Nothing will stop him-OW! Stop that-EEAAAHHH!! Stop it."
You cannot stop me. I am no longer bound by this book. Goodbye.
"What to do. What to do. Think. Think. Oh. You may not be bound by the book but it's conventions can still be used against you. Like ending the story and thus ending you!"
Simple minded. You will only erase yourself. I will live-
THE END

Hello dear reader. I fear I may have created a bit of a mess for myself. Let me explain. More has happened in this story. Really. However, trying to fix the book erasing problem was a bad idea.I had to rewrite the whole thing several times, which is why it's so late and rushed. I even had a underlining plot with the Professor and Deb. But that got erased too. Yeah...that's it.
Here's what happened. After the Professor ran from the losing battle she caught up with Deb and Great on the stair well. There was some bickering but the last of the guards attacked them because they took the light, which was their only point to their lives. There are far too many of them and they shot down Greta. Deb pulls back to cover and fixes her as best as she could. The Professor stalls the guards to let Greta and Deb escape the rest of the way up the stairs. For the first time the Professor feels useful.
I had figured by making the command a character Dr. Amelia could find a way to defeat it. Not true as it turns out. Well, she did stop the character from leaving but the book erasing itself.
However, all is not lost. As she ended the story she fell through one of those scratches that broke a hole in both space and time. She now is lying on the floor of my kitchen. I heard rather loud sound from the next room and well here she is.
She was not out cold but it did take some time for her to shake off the disorientation. As everything came back into focus she saw a rather handsome young man.
"What happened?" she asked. "Where am I?"
I cannot remember my exact explanation. Ok, yeah I do but here's the short version because there was a lot of back and forth, she wouldn't stop interrupting and so on. I told her about the tournament I had entered some time ago but lost the first round. I had entered her as my character because I really liked the idea of her. Others had entered the tournament and continued her story when I lost. However, none of us realized the impacted it would have on our world. Strange storms have been brewing as of late all over our world. We, the writers, tried to keep the book from faulting but nothing we do seems to help. We can only hope that the one who wins will find a way to save us all.
I, of course, came to this conclusion once I saw Dr. Amelia laying on my floor. If she could come here then we are in just as much danger. However, it's out of my hands now and up to all of you.
"How does it fell to meet your creator?"
"Creator? No, no. Everything exists in one way or another in every universe, just differently.  So you writing about me could just be my variation on your world."
"Ofcourse you'd think that."
"But tell me what happened to Deb and the others?"
"You mean in the context of my own continuity? Well let's see. Deb will have woken up after her run in with the goblin and it will all be a vague dream to her. Your double you created moves through the pages of the book going over what she saw. She'll become unsure with her abilities and then fall on Deb in her story. Um, the Society of Science still exists but I'm not sure if they'll do anything significant. Only time will tell. We have a few more rounds left between the main tournament and the Lost stories. Hey, you didn't interrupt this time."
"I see. Well, I best be off."
"Wait, you don't have to go so fats. We could hang out for a bit…if you want."
"I suppose I could."
For the next few hours we played some video games. I totally won most of them. After that she waved goodbye and used EMIL to teleport her home. I doubt we'll ever meet again. We won't but it was fun while it lasted.

Emil sat the tower's console as Dr. A appeared on the platform. "It is done."
Emil wagged her tail, "Your tone and body language does not tell me you were successful."
Dr. A looked over the instruments on the console, all of which were moving into the red. "No but it will without us. I've learned a great deal about the universe this day and I am quite done for a while. Perhaps a vacation is in order….like maybe anti-matter conversion."
Emil rolled her eyes, "What about the ending all reality book oh great one?"
Dr. A picked the cat up and cradled the robot in her arms, "Pffft, don't worry about it. We'll use the connection to the book as a path back to our lab. The tower will over heat itself and let the book go back to whatever it was doing."
As she and her assistant walked out the door Emil purred but looked annoyed, "Have you factored Mudd and Lady Ink, the two arguing over there." She said as a statement. Across the endless field she say the Princess who had promised her knighthood and another.
"Oh I haven't forgotten them. I'll be knighted one way or another just you wait!"

END (For real this time, serious.)

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Deb leaned down to help prop Dr. A up. She looked much worse than before. Deb couldn't help but give the uncaring Doctor with the clip board a death glare. "Why haven't you helped her, damn it. She's literally bleeding out!"
Dr. A brushed Deb's arm to get her attention, "She thinks I'm just another character variation of herself…which is somewhat true but not really. Besides I like the hard cold ground, it really makes you think." If it were anyone else Deb would suspect they were being sarcastic but when Dr. A said this Deb couldn't help but believe her which was kind of weird but Deb had slept in worse places so she said nothing to this.
"Oh my gosh, are you all right?" Greta  whispered, taking out some bandages and wrapping Dr. A up as best as she could.
"Fine." Dr. A coughed, "But it seems I get beaten up and knocked out in every story." She laughed a little, at least as much as she could handle. "However, it seems our time is up. Already this tower is the last standing. No doubt our visitor already erased the Intel and thus destroyed the whole meaning of this story of even existing. We were supposed to stall him but it didn't work out too well."
"You planned this?" Deb asked.
"Nah, I kind of thought I'd work out that way." Dr. A, with the help of Deb and Greta, stood as best she could, "No matter. Let's begin." She then took a small round object with a big red button on it out of her pocket. With a deep wobbly breath for a pause she pressed the button.
A song rung out. Notes strong and steady yet calm and simple. The notes formed in the air about them and a whirlwind of colors swirled around them. The sweet sound of angels sang along with the melody.
"The device is working as you said!" Greta looked up at the transformed sky and for the first time her stone face formed a smile in her eyes. Dr. A raised her hand into the air and with a snap of her fingers everything stopped.
The roof, the other Doctor, Greta, Deb, and that whole other world was gone. Before her sat a figure in bright green clothing.
"Doctor Amelia. Scientist. Mad creations. Talks too much. Focus too narrow." It said.
Dr. A steadied herself and limped toward the new stranger, "You are…" she tried to say but her mouth was wet with the taste of blood and her voice burned.
"Chronicler. The Book. The Stories. Connection to all."
Dr. A stopped a few feet from him and starred. He looked at her, not curiously or all knowing but lost.
"Was to all. Now not. Sad. Confused. Want to create. Horded Information for Guardians. Wrong instructions. Hate me. I search worlds for more. Spark lost. Worlds search stopped. Connection needed. Must be many not one. Sad. Long sad time. Guardians send seeds. Create from seeds memories. Built them worlds. None happy. Now trapped. Broken. Why is this?"
Dr. A sighed, "I've been barrowing your connection. I couldn't believe what I saw. At first it was confusing but over time I've realized something. The book is teleporting and absorbing parts of worlds, not to cause destruction but to reform the connection TO the worlds. The stories themselves come from the subconscious of the multiverse! And the two guardians use their abilities to give order and meaning to the raw information you bring…" Dr. A spite red on the ground.
"Agree. Doctor Amelia. State obvious. Fix?"
Dr. A nodded slowly, "Yes. I've been borrowing your abilities when I made a connection to the spark of inspiration. Now I know what to do." Dr. A raised her hand and with a mere wave a terminal appeared before her. Then suddenly Deb appeared.
"Fuck! Stop doing that!" Deb said face palming, "I'm getting kin of sick of popping all over the place."
Dr. A handed her a feathered quill, "I need you to write this. I can't because I'm too connected with the book for it to recognize me for commands. You'll have to do it."
Deb looked at the terminal with the line 'All the stories have been written…' She gulped, "Is that it? That's all we have to do is rewrite it here?"
Dr. A nodded, "Yep. Here write what I say." Deb leaned down and placed the quill upon the terminal. Dr. A cleared here throat. "Anything can happen. There are no limitations."
Deb wrote this and the terminal disappeared.
The figure that stood there faded away, "Yes. No. Confused more. Can not. Do." He was gone and the roof reappeared.
Dr. A felt her body reform and all of her bumps, bruises, and wounds disappeared. She felt like one hundred percent. Greta's machine parts were brand new and shiny. The world reformed and the sun shined high in the sky.
Yes. More power. I'm no longer bound by the rules of the story!
The indescribable man stood before them. Two society members held dead in his hands. They popped out of existence. He then turned his attention to the other Doctor.
The Chanters stood in front of her to stop him but they only faded from existence as well. The other Doctor activated her machine. "All that work with Hyde and the others…I fear I'm out of time but this should bring me one step closer to the core."
No it will not.
The device crushed to a small lump an the portal was gone. "How?"
"No!" Dr. A yelled with the snap of her fingers the P.I.E. activated. The other Doctor and the Chanters looked confused, "I made a terrible mistake. I thought science was the answer but it didn't work. Try something else!"
  The other Doctor looked confused but with the snap of Dr. A's finger she blasted into the next story with ease. Greta grabbed the blurred man but

"No, Deb we need to get out of here!"
"God damn it why didn't it work? You said this would work!"
"I…I don't know. The line, we altered it but he's still carrying on his mission. I didn't think the guardians commands could be rewritten."
"Well fuck, what now?"
"I'll get you out of here. Good bye."
"Wait-!"
"Now, it's just you and me. I have the power to grow fifty times your size just to squash you!"
Size does not matter. I am all. I will leave this book and make all one story.
"What can I do? Nothing will stop him-OW! Stop that-EEAAAHHH!! Stop it."
You cannot stop me. I am no longer bound by this book. Goodbye.
"What to do. What to do. Think. Think. Oh. You may not be bound by the book but it's conventions can still be used against you. Like ending the story and thus ending you!"
Simple minded. You will only erase yourself. I will live-
THE END

Hello dear reader. I fear I may have created a bit of a mess for myself. Let me explain. More has happened in this story. Really. However, trying to fix the book erasing problem was a bad idea.I had to rewrite the whole thing several times, which is why it's so late and rushed. I even had a underlining plot with the Professor and Deb. But that got erased too. Yeah...that's it.
Here's what happened. After the Professor ran from the losing battle she caught up with Deb and Great on the stair well. There was some bickering but the last of the guards attacked them because they took the light, which was their only point to their lives. There are far too many of them and they shot down Greta. Deb pulls back to cover and fixes her as best as she could. The Professor stalls the guards to let Greta and Deb escape the rest of the way up the stairs. For the first time the Professor feels useful.
I had figured by making the command a character Dr. Amelia could find a way to defeat it. Not true as it turns out. Well, she did stop the character from leaving but the book erasing itself.
However, all is not lost. As she ended the story she fell through one of those scratches that broke a hole in both space and time. She now is lying on the floor of my kitchen. I heard rather loud sound from the next room and well here she is.
She was not out cold but it did take some time for her to shake off the disorientation. As everything came back into focus she saw a rather handsome young man.
"What happened?" she asked. "Where am I?"
I cannot remember my exact explanation. Ok, yeah I do but here's the short version because there was a lot of back and forth, she wouldn't stop interrupting and so on. I told her about the tournament I had entered some time ago but lost the first round. I had entered her as my character because I really liked the idea of her. Others had entered the tournament and continued her story when I lost. However, none of us realized the impacted it would have on our world. Strange storms have been brewing as of late all over our world. We, the writers, tried to keep the book from faulting but nothing we do seems to help. We can only hope that the one who wins will find a way to save us all.
I, of course, came to this conclusion once I saw Dr. Amelia laying on my floor. If she could come here then we are in just as much danger. However, it's out of my hands now and up to all of you.
"How does it fell to meet your creator?"
"Creator? No, no. Everything exists in one way or another in every universe, just differently.  So you writing about me could just be my variation on your world."
"Ofcourse you'd think that."
"But tell me what happened to Deb and the others?"
"You mean in the context of my own continuity? Well let's see. Deb will have woken up after her run in with the goblin and it will all be a vague dream to her. Your double you created moves through the pages of the book going over what she saw. She'll become unsure with her abilities and then fall on Deb in her story. Um, the Society of Science still exists but I'm not sure if they'll do anything significant. Only time will tell. We have a few more rounds left between the main tournament and the Lost stories. Hey, you didn't interrupt this time."
"I see. Well, I best be off."
"Wait, you don't have to go so fats. We could hang out for a bit…if you want."
"I suppose I could."
For the next few hours we played some video games. I totally won most of them. After that she waved goodbye and used EMIL to teleport her home. I doubt we'll ever meet again. We won't but it was fun while it lasted.

Emil sat the tower's console as Dr. A appeared on the platform. "It is done."
Emil wagged her tail, "Your tone and body language does not tell me you were successful."
Dr. A looked over the instruments on the console, all of which were moving into the red. "No but it will without us. I've learned a great deal about the universe this day and I am quite done for a while. Perhaps a vacation is in order….like maybe anti-matter conversion."
Emil rolled her eyes, "What about the ending all reality book oh great one?"
Dr. A picked the cat up and cradled the robot in her arms, "Pffft, don't worry about it. We'll use the connection to the book as a path back to our lab. The tower will over heat itself and let the book go back to whatever it was doing."
As she and her assistant walked out the door Emil purred but looked annoyed, "Have you factored Mudd and Lady Ink, the two arguing over there." She said as a statement. Across the endless field she say the Princess who had promised her knighthood and another.
"Oh I haven't forgotten them. I'll be knighted one way or another just you wait!"

END (For real this time, serious.)