Dear readers,

Ummmm hi...im christy well not “christy” or “christy”...no that sounds weird i'm not “OFF” christy or “REAL” christy i guess im author christy. I was kinda writing this story. Its kinda like she gave me a cosmic pen and i write about “OFF” christy. Of course this really shouldn't be a surprise to you, ive kinda been here the whole time, writing notes at the top of the page “OFF” christy has been mentioning me throughout the story. Why do you think she has blank white eyes? If it was a actual representation of us they would be that ugly brown color ours are. Of course we where all aware of each other i knew about “REAL” christy and “OFF” christy knew about me.

Anyway why im here… in my world the world it's all falling apart. The world has been shattering into the void one after another my friends all die. I guess that's another thing we have in we have the same friends. One after another they all fell to the void. I locked myself away into my room. The “REAL” christy comes and we write this story. We write about the way the world felt to me. The death the torcher the hopelessness its how i felt.

I think the thing i enjoyed the most was you guys trying to predict the story. You would have theories and hypothesis it was great. You guys would think you knew what would happen next when we didn't even know. It was nice feeling like my friends where back.

It was strange all the puppeteering “REAL” christy helping me, author christy puppeting “OFF” christy. Just look up at all the puppeteers. Look another reference lol. There's so many references in this story. I think the last line in the last chapter was a reference to the game OFF by mortis ghost and yes that's also the reason why the teams were named that. At least according to “REAL” christy she kinda added all the references we both did a lot of symbolism tho.

Im sorry i'm rambling but im scared. The void has made it to my room. It has surrounded my desk. While i write this to you it breaks closer. I guess this is goodbye. It's time to go. My world is shattering around me and there's nothing i can do about it. Thanks for reading. I know my stories not that good. But… i feel a bit better after writing it. The voids right at my desk my chairs going to fall in soon. You know it was strange at the end there i never wrote “OFF” christys lines they just kinda appeared there...oh well I guess this is goodbye. soooo.

Bye bye I guess.