Fourth Wall Breakers.

Chapter one: Gift.

You know when you get that feeling that something has happened before. That's probably because it has. But it's been erased in a way. Different timelines and universes. They've all got one thing in common. The Fourth Wall. Then there's the people who live in The Fourth Wall Dimension. But I'm not going to get into that. It would cause a ton of spoilers for books you're going to read in the future. Confused? Yeah you should be.
We all are, aren't we? Both humans and Fourth Wall Breakers alike... we're all just milling around, hoping that our lives are worth something and that we make a difference. We all want the world to change but none of us are willing to die for it. Or, the people that are willing to die for it are in our heads. People we create and aspire to be... the basis, the expectation, the very guidelines for our morality and what we set ourselves up to be. That's where they come in.

Who? The Fourth Wall Breakers! They came up with the name themselves to sound cooler than they are. A couple are kinda cool but also a bit psychopathic so we'll just avoid that whole area. I'm going off track here. The Fourth Wall Breakers are those people whom we don't notice but are always there. They place those little Easter eggs in your favorite games and films. No coincidence is real. They happen for a reason. Mostly because these guys think it's fun to watch.

"THINK it's fun?" POKA muses, "Give us a little more credit!"

So, POKA has decided to join our little party. I'll give you credit for stopping disasters but confusing people is a bit unfair.

"Whatever, you're just a pussy, that's your problem!" They growl. "And another thing Mr... or Miss... anonymous-"

Tyrent laughs.

"Someone's getting triggered!" She appears out of thin air, "Calm down you wimp."

"Ugh, whatever." Poka shrugs. They spot the little boy hidden behind Tyrent. "Hmm, I see you've found the gift we left you?"

Tyrent turns around

"Gift? That things a gift?" She picked him up, "He's done nothing but cry, since he got here."

The moment the young boy's feet left the ground, he began to giggle.

"Why the hell is it laughing?" Tyrent looked around confused. She held the boy by it's feet. "I've done nothing!"

"Again! Again!" He snickered, being swung too and fro.

"Tadaki!" He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Tadaki...that means something right" Tyrent waved her hand and a computer appears. She types on it and clicks around, "Load you stupid thing!"

The screen lights up!

"Apparently you're independent, which is good for me, cos you're caring for yourself! Emotional?! Oh great you gave me an emo kid. Wait you're not antisocial. Good. Okay, I don't care about the rest!"

The computer disappears.

"What is an Emo?" Tadaki asked, looking up at Tyrent with admiring eyes.

"Bitch, don't look at me like that! I'm not one to be admired." Tyrent put him down "An emo hates themselves and listens to "MCR" and "TØP" they are generally antisocial and sad. Not always though..." She added, thoughtfully. "There are other bands, but they're the ones I know from H4nN4h" She shrugged.

Tadaki paused, before plastering a cruel smile on his face, "Tyrent, where do babies come from?"

Tyrent freezes, on the spot "I JUST MET YOU! NOPE I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS; NO AWKWARD QUESTIONS! NOPE NOPE NOPEITY NOPE!" Tyrent waved a hand and Tadaki visibly starts growing older.

The boy pauses, looking down at himself. He looked... too tall. His green V-neck hung loosely on him and his jeans were a good fit but, now, he had to look down at Tyrent when he spoke. His voice was deeper too. Not a bass voice but definitely not a tenor. He wiggled his eyebrows... those were new.