Weeks have passed since I was introduced to this cultured little town, slowly but steadily I have made this life given to me by my creator my own. This school that was so alien to me has become my favorite place in the world; for it is where I conduct bizarre and exciting adventures with my best friend, just as the daily scripts that continue to appear before me dictate. It didn’t take long for this comedic friend of mine to become significantly more important to me than I ever could have known.

Upon walking home from school one day, after I have finished acting out the script given to me, I am instantaneously teleported to a familiar scene… the white void. I find myself simultaneously confused and horrified. I stand in the empty abyss for what feels like several minutes, looking around as I begin to fear the worst; I think with a frantic expression “C-Creator! Wh-Why am I back in the white void!? Are you displeased with how I acted out your script today!? Please, send me back! I-I promise, I’ll do better tomorr…!”

My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden appearance of a ball of light; it hovers in front of me, almost as if it was awaiting my touch. Hesitantly, I reach out towards the ball of light. As my hand moves to caress it; a radiant flash temporarily blinds me… I am helpless as I rub my eyes in an attempt to regain my bearings.

The flash subsides and my eyes adjust; curiously, I glance at my new surroundings. A baffled expression plasters across my face as I come to the realization that I am standing in front of the school’s swimming pool, wearing a fashionable two-piece swimsuit… and across the body of water in front of me is my best friend in a pair of swimming trunks, relaxing in the shallow end of the pool. Only now does my mind react to the sensation of the paper I have clenched in my hand; it appears to be yet another script from my creator. Accepting the situation at hand, I think “I see… so this must be a scene my creator accidentally left out of today’s previous script.” as I move to glance over the unexpectedly short script.

Astounded, I learn that this paper is not a script, but a thank you letter from my creator to all of his readers, our readers. The letter spoke of how happy my creator was to finally reach 4000 readers and how thrilled he was to be doing what he loved for a living. A tender smile forms across my face as I think “My creator is… happy.” A warm feeling rises within me as I grasp that by acting out these scripts for my creator, we are able to improve his life in such an amazing way. My mind reaffirmed by this touching letter, I wholeheartedly decide to continue reading the scripts as my own way of thanking my creator for giving me this wonderful life and my love…

I think with a flabbergasted expression “Wait… love?” as I glance over to my best friend; he waves for me to join him with an ecstatic smile. I wave back as a blissful feeling begins to lift my heart to even greater heights; I am indeed, in love, with my best friend. I jog towards him with a spring in every step as I think “I will do my very best to act out each and every scene from your scripts! S-So please, let this little story you’ve created for us end with my best friend falling in love… with me.”