➶The archive of you. - Object Shows x Reader Oneshots➷

. . . ℍ𝕖𝕪, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘?

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You feel yourself being pieced back together.
What's going on?
Where are the stories that all you— no, the readers— have been waiting for?

All at once, the reason fills your mind. Buzzing, bumbling words gathering in your head, playing over each other and blocking out any thought you may have had before this.
The knowledge knocks you down to your knees, as you witness yourself shattering yet again. Splinters and cracks running through your skin, the searing pain not unfamiliar to you.

At last, you break, your pieces scattering to be ravenously consumed by those who had more power than you— the people who controlled you.

And in your place, there's nothing left but a whisper, being carried by the cold winds.

"It's time."