They all show up barging in and get whatever weapons and fighting utensils they have ready. They hear your footsteps and are about to charge when they see you running down the stairs tears flooding from your eyes. You are only 15 and have made a fake name to publish the books you see your characters and run past them and hide they appear confused.
They turn to you and say " You made us feel so much torture it's your turn girl!" You feel there collective hot breath wash over you fightenly but you have no time to worry as louder and heavier footsteps bang down the stairway. You shrivel into the corner in fear and they wonder what could make such a dark mind fear? One of your characters appears to recognize the sound and shrivels next to you. The stench of alcohol fills the room as a large drunken man starts looking for you and sees the pile of girls that look like you but more dangerous and one feature different than you like one has blue hair instead of blonde and one is 6 1/2 feet tall instead of your meekly 4 foot 9.
You scream for help from your characters as they slowly realize that they arent all fiction horrors... but ones you have survived.
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A. N
The idea ain't mine I just used it for the story
