Before you read this, I highly suggest reading this first.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/202065604-ask-and-dare-the-writers-fan-club

Be warned though, it's chaos. Lots and lots of chaos.  I'm in it, which automatically makes it...
Stranger than usual.
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The man sat there, waiting. He looked rather odd, with his crossed legs and his stroking of his chin, eyes fixated on something you couldn't see. You had no clue why you were even here or how you got here, but here you were, and here was the man. On closer inspection however, you realise that he isn't a man, but rather just a teenager with a light moustache and wispy beard. His brown skin indicated his foreign roots, or at least that he wasn't from here. His expression was one of deep thought and he was lost inside it. Around you, people attempted to move past you as you were right in the line and didn't appear to be ordering anything. Slowly, the teen's eyes fixated on you, and he beckoned you to come closer as he lost that cloudy look in his eyes.

Moving past the crowd of people, you take a seat opposite him. You notice his dark blue glasses have been pushed furthest away from the tip of his nose. He has chosen a white T-shirt with the caption "I'm not insane. My mother had me tested" printed on it. Covering him is a leather jacket with black sleeves and grey at the front part. He also has dark blue jeans that cover his long legs all the way to his shoes.

His shoes are the only strange thing. He's wearing red Crocs.

As you attempt to get comfortable, a waiter comes up to your table carrying two drinks on a tray. His Starbucks cap keeps his hair out of his eyes as he bends down to place the drinks.
"Here you are. One Dark Hot Chocolate and one Pumpkin Spice Latte." The waiter declares with a flourish. The teen returns a rather familiar grin to the waiter, eyes staring at him.
"Ah, thanks for that. Lucky my friend here came just in time. A minute more and he'd be 'latte' indeed!" He punned, and the waiter laughed gently at the joke before returning to the kitchen. Then he fixes his intense gaze back on you.

"So." He began, his voice surprisingly a Mezzo Soprano, unusual for a male. "That's for you, by the way." He indicated to the Latte, before taking a sip from his Hot Chocolate. You wonder how he knew that this drink was a preference of yours, but placed that thought to the side for later scrutinizing.

"You're probably wondering why you're here Fior-Suile." He voices, taking you by surprise with that name. Attempting to hide it, you endeavour to explain that your name is The Eyes. He frowns slightly at that.
"Oh right, that's the name you gave yourself. It appears you still have an air of mystery around you." He adds cryptically, making you question his identity.
"At any rate, it's nice to see you're evolving beyond what T-Dude expected." He smiled, making you realise that this must be a Personification Creator due to the fact that nobody could remember T-Dude after the Void Coder incident. You go to ask a question, but is stopped as he explains that he doesn't have time for interruptions at the moment. "You'll get your questions once I'm done." He promised.

"Now then, you're definitely confused as to why you're here in the first place. I know this because I did that." He exclaimed matter-of-factly. Ignoring your bemused expression, he pushes on.
"I won't explain how or why. What I will say is that I've been looking for Mr F.A.C.T, but I fear that he may be suffering some effects from T-Dude."
"Oh, didn't you know? Mr F.A.C.T is also linked to T-Dude." The teen discloses. "So with T-Dude gone, he'll be following stat." He takes another sips of the chocolate, ecstasy visible as he does.
"Oh right. Only THEY will know who Mr F.A.C.T even is." The teen realised as an afterthought. You assume that the 'They' he mentioned might be the Author's Fan Club. You then wonder how he even knows about Mr F.A.C.T, the mysterious Creator that was meant to represent the combined being of T-Dude, ITD, T-Lord and T-God. Come to think of it, it has been a while since you last saw him. This was before you gained a body however.

The teen's breathing becomes slightly erratic, as if something is bothering him greatly. His eyes begin to shrink slightly with sweat appearing on his palms. He looks at them and wipes them on his jeans, frowning slightly as he does.
"Hmmm...Maybe it's just a false alarm." He murmurs to himself, before turning his gaze on you. It appears the inner ordeal he just suffered appears to have lowered the intensity of his gaze. A long exhale comes from his mouth as he prepares some new words.

"Look. There's something very important I have to discuss. And it affects those from beyond this dimension I.E the audience." He clarifies gravely, voice shaking slightly.
"So you probably know about the whole Void Coder incident, right?" He asks, staring into your eyes. "You know, where T-Dude was stabbed by the Obsidian Dagger that deleted him from existence? Well..." He takes another sip of the drink, its warmth calming his body down.

"I'm not here to tell you that he survived or can be brought back. He's being deleted, and it's irreversible. What I am here to tell you are the consequences." You take a sip of the Spiced Latte, savouring its taste on your tongue.
"T-Dude was first. Everything else that he created was by him, including ITD. In fact his personalities are essentially him, just broken away. ITD IS him. ASToM and ASToMTR are T-Dude's creations as well as the characters. Even Myriad." He then raises an eyebrow as a thought comes to him.

"Do you know where we are?" He asks, his eyes narrowed. You reply that you are in a crowded Starbucks, then realise that most of the customers have gone. Only a group of teens are remaining. A familiar group of teens, you ponder.
"Look at that waiter over there." He indicates to a young male teen. With a slight start, you realise that it is Tom from T-Dude's '7 Days of Disaster.' That means that you must be in the ASToMTR universe.
"No, we're not." The teen interrupts, reading your thoughts. "It does look like that, but the truth is a lot more worse." He takes another audible sigh.

"The one-shot, 'One Last Type.' People are assuming it's just a feels-breaker one-shot, nothing serious. Indeed, T-Dude himself assumes that the story is just that. A story. Now," He holds up a hand, aware that he is contradicting himself. "I am aware that what I just said is contradictory, considering that just a minute ago I said he was dead. Well..."

"That was a lie. He's fine and hasn't noticed anything out of the extraordinary. He even assumes that his delete was just him making a joke and trolling his friends in T-Dude fashion. In fact, he left the Discord servers that he was on and pretended to have no idea about it. He even trolls others by making statements that suggest he's leaving when he's really not." His face is grave, lines showing on his young face.

"That's a lie. He truly is dying. He just doesn't accept it yet."

"You see, We're not in the ASToMTR universe. It doesn't exist anymore."

You get up, appalled at his words. He raises a hand again, his long fingers sticking out.
"Technically, the ASToMTR universe never properly existed. 'The Author's Introduction' was in a different pocket universe outside of ASToMTR. It never properly started, except for '7 Days of Disaster.' And that is gone as well!" He cries out, tears threatening to fall.
"As we speak, ASToMTR is being deleted, Its code fading away! Only ASToM remains, where we are. AND EVEN THAT IS DYING!" He begins to cry, unnoticed by anyone except you. You try to comfort him, wondering why he feels such a deep connection to T-Dude.

"T-Dude never hated ASToM. Oh, he pretended to, but he never hated it. He disliked its bad points, but it had its good points as well. He just made everyone else assume that he hated it for a joke. A joke that worked well." He admitted, composing himself. He starts to wipe his glasses with a tissue, then places them into a case.

"ASToM and ASToMTR are two separate universes with their own characters. They're parallel universes with an un-started one and an unfinished one. They are both perfect duplicates of each other. In fact, they're both saved with the same storyline. T-Dude just never wrote it down."

Suddenly, the scenery changes. Demolished buildings release their fumes for a smoky sky. Cars are damage, and blood can be seen. The Starbucks in near-demolished save for this booth. The teen jumps out of his seat, his brown skin gaining a lighter tone.
"This can't be! This wasn't meant to happen now! This was never meant to happen here anymore!" He yells cryptically in lines that make sense only to him. Then he begins to chant.

"!EVIRRA REVEN LLIW EMIT RUOY !ENOGEB
,ERUTUF TNETSIXE-NON"

The world around you begins to distort, and the last image that you see from this dystopian is a metal bone colliding with a shining blue spear. Then the world shifts back to its normal form, the Starbucks repaired. The figure in front of you looks shaken, his glasses on the floor. Picking them up, he begins to wipe them, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Look. I don't expect you to understand what is happening anymore. All you need to know is that T-Dude and his works are dying. They'll disappear. All traces."

"THIS ISN'T A JOKE."

He then throws down something. It materialises into a link.

https://discord.gg/jG9P8z

"This link is to a Discord server. It'll be where I am. If you still need answers, you'll get them from there." He turns to leave. Before he does, you ask one question: Who is he?

He stops, an oh-so-familiar smile growing on his face.
"I suspect you already know, but what harm is there in me repeating it? Of course, I can't give out my real name. Something about privacy and all that."

"Let's just say..."

"I'm the Creator's Creator."
And with that, he leaves, with you returning to the Fourth Wall.