**EPISODE NINETY-SEVEN**
**THE READER WHO COMPLAINED ABOUT THE PLOT**
**Part Thirty-Eight: The Chapter That Filed a Complaint**
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The page...
turned backward.
Nova stared at it.
Then stared harder.
The page stared back.
This was becoming ridiculous.
Nova slowly pointed at the book.
"You just turned yourself backward."
The book remained silent.
Nova waited.
Nothing.
He looked toward the older version of himself.
"Did you see that?"
Older Nova nodded.
"Yes."
"And you're not going to explain it?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because every time I explain something, three universes collapse."
Nova thought about this.
"That happened once."
"Twice."
"The second time wasn't my fault."
"You asked why."
"That's not a crime."
"In this universe it is."
The child beneath the desk raised his hand.
Nova looked down.
"Yes?"
"Can I go home?"
Nova blinked.
"You have a home?"
The child shrugged.
"I think so."
"Where?"
"Under the bed."
"That isn't a home."
"It has a pencil."
Nova stared at him.
"That doesn't make it a home."
The child looked offended.
"It has two pencils."
A pause.
Nova sighed.
"Fine."
The older Nova stood.
The lamp flickered.
The book trembled.
Then...
a tiny sound came from somewhere inside it.
COUGH.
Everyone froze.
Nova looked at the book.
"Did the book just cough?"
Older Nova nodded.
"Yes."
"Books don't cough."
"This one does."
"Why?"
"Dust allergy."
Nova stared at him.
"You're telling me the ancient metaphysical manuscript controlling infinite realities has allergies?"
"Yes."
The book coughed again.
COUGH.
Then a page turned.
A sentence appeared.
PLEASE STOP ASKING QUESTIONS.
Nova smiled.
"Oh."
He sat down.
"Now I understand."
The older Nova looked relieved.
"You do?"
"No."
Nova leaned toward the book.
"I have more questions."
The book slammed shut.
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1. THE BOOK WAS HAVING A BAD DAY
The book opened again.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
As if it regretted having ever been published.
A sentence appeared.
WELCOME, NOVA.
Nova read it.
"That's surprisingly polite."
Another sentence appeared.
WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER.
Nova frowned.
"The book is apologizing?"
Older Nova nodded.
"It has been doing that for centuries."
"Centuries?"
"Approximately."
"Approximately?"
"It lost track."
"Why?"
"Someone deleted the calendar."
Nova looked at the child.
The child pointed at himself.
"I ate it."
Nova closed his eyes.
"Of course you did."
The book continued.
THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS:
* TEMPORAL PARADOXES
* IDENTITY CONFUSION
* UNAUTHORIZED EXISTENTIAL QUESTIONS
* ONE BANANA
* POSSIBLE DEATH
Nova interrupted.
"Possible?"
The page changed.
PROBABLE DEATH.
Nova stared.
"That's not better."
The page changed again.
VERY PROBABLE DEATH.
Nova pointed.
"Stop doing that."
The page changed.
EXTREMELY PROBABLE DEATH.
Nova slammed his palm onto the desk.
"STOP."
The page changed.
YOU SEEM UPSET.
Nova looked at the ceiling.
"I'm surrounded by idiots."
A new sentence appeared.
THE NARRATOR OBJECTS.
Nova looked at the page.
"The narrator can object?"
YES.
"Then why doesn't the narrator help?"
A pause.
Then:
THE NARRATOR HAS UNION REPRESENTATION.
Older Nova nodded solemnly.
"Fair."
Nova stared at him.
"You're taking this seriously?"
"No."
"Good."
"I've been dead too many times to take anything seriously."
The child raised his hand again.
"Question."
Nova groaned.
"What?"
"Am I allowed to laugh?"
"Why?"
"Because this is funny."
Nova looked around.
The infinite darkness.
The impossible book.
The multiple versions of himself.
The mysterious Reader.
The collapsing realities.
A banana.
He sighed.
"Fine."
The child laughed.
The universe shook.
Nova stopped him.
"Not that hard."
---
2. THE READER RETURNS
The chair opposite Nova moved.
Nobody touched it.
It turned slowly.
Once.
Twice.
Then three times.
Nova watched.
"Is that supposed to happen?"
Older Nova shrugged.
"Probably."
"Probably?"
"Reality has been improvising since Chapter One."
The chair stopped.
Someone was sitting in it.
Nova froze.
The figure looked familiar.
Very familiar.
Too familiar.
Nova stood.
"Who are you?"
The figure sighed.
"Oh, not this again."
Nova blinked.
"You know me?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
The figure leaned backward.
"You."
Nova stared.
"I've already done that."
"Done what?"
"Met myself."
"Which one?"
"The older one."
The older Nova raised his hand.
"That's me."
The new figure looked at him.
"No."
Older Nova frowned.
"What do you mean, no?"
"You're an outdated build."
Older Nova looked offended.
"Outdated?"
"Yes."
"I am you."
"You were."
Nova slowly looked between them.
"This is getting complicated."
The child whispered,
"It gets worse."
The new figure pointed toward the older Nova.
"He is Nova 6.2."
Older Nova's face fell.
"6.2?"
"Yes."
"What happened to 6.3?"
"Bug."
"And 7?"
"Too emotional."
Nova raised his hand.
"Excuse me."
Everyone looked at him.
"Which version am I?"
Silence.
The new figure smiled.
"You're Nova Beta."
Nova stared.
"Beta?"
"Yes."
"I'm still in beta?"
"Apparently."
Nova looked at the book.
"After ninety-seven episodes?"
The page displayed:
EXTENDED BETA TESTING.
Nova shouted,
"WHO IS IN CHARGE OF QUALITY CONTROL?"
The book displayed:
NO ONE.
Nova sat down.
"That explains everything."
---
3. THE BANANA PROBLEM
The new Nova placed something on the desk.
A banana.
Nova stared.
"Why is there a banana?"
Nobody answered.
The child looked suspicious.
Nova looked at older Nova.
"You brought it?"
"No."
"The Reader?"
"No."
"Diana?"
"No."
"Milo?"
"No."
The banana moved.
Everyone froze.
It rolled across the desk.
Stopped.
Then rolled backward.
Nova leaned closer.
The banana suddenly spoke.
"Finally."
Nova jumped.
"No."
Older Nova nodded.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"The banana is talking."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because apparently we've reached that point."
The banana cleared its throat.
"I have been waiting for you."
Nova stared.
"You're the Reader?"
"No."
"The Author?"
"No."
"Beginning?"
"No."
"Diana?"
"No."
"Milo?"
The banana sighed.
"Everyone keeps asking that."
Nova looked irritated.
"Then what are you?"
The banana answered:
"Evidence."
Silence.
Nova waited.
"Evidence of what?"
The banana said:
"That the story has become completely unreasonable."
The child nodded.
"Finally. Someone understands."
Nova picked up the banana.
"I'm not eating you."
The banana screamed.
"THANK YOU."
Nova dropped it.
"Why would I eat evidence?"
Older Nova whispered,
"Because the child ate the calendar."
The child looked away.
"It was delicious."
---
4. THE READER'S COMPLAINT
The lights came on.
All of them.
Thousands.
Millions.
An infinite number of lamps suddenly appeared in the darkness.
And beneath every lamp—
a reader sat.
Every reader held the same book.
Every book contained the same story.
Every reader had Nova's face.
Nova stared.
"Oh, no."
The readers looked up.
Together.
They spoke.
"We have complaints."
Nova swallowed.
"About what?"
One reader stood.
"The pacing."
Another stood.
"The character development."
Another:
"The deaths."
Another:
"The resurrection."
Another:
"The resurrection of the resurrection."
Another:
"The fake ending."
Another:
"The fake fake ending."
Another:
"The philosophical questions."
Another raised a hand.
"The banana."
Nova looked at the banana.
The banana looked offended.
"I didn't do anything."
A reader shouted,
"You became symbolic without permission!"
The banana screamed,
"I WAS BORN SYMBOLIC!"
Nova covered his face.
"This is a nightmare."
Older Nova nodded.
"Technically, it's a reader feedback session."
"I don't want feedback."
"You need feedback."
"I've died ninety-six times."
"Exactly."
The first reader approached.
"We demand answers."
Nova stood.
"Fine."
"Who is the Reader?"
Nova opened his mouth.
Stopped.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
"I don't know."
The readers groaned.
One threw a book.
Another shouted,
"Classic!"
Nova pointed.
"Then you tell me!"
Silence.
The readers looked at each other.
Finally, one whispered:
"We don't know either."
Nova stared.
"You're readers."
"Yes."
"So read the book."
"We did."
"And?"
"It doesn't explain itself."
Nova slowly smiled.
"Now you understand how I feel."
---
5. DIANA'S RETURN, WITH PAPERWORK
A door opened.
Diana stepped through.
Nova jumped up.
"Diana!"
She looked around.
"Why is everyone here?"
Nova pointed.
"Readers."
Diana nodded.
"Ah."
"You're not surprised?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I received the invitation."
"What invitation?"
Diana pulled a piece of paper from her pocket.
Nova took it.
It read:
NOTICE OF EXISTENTIAL ASSEMBLY
PURPOSE:
Determine who is responsible for the current narrative crisis.
ATTENDEES:
Nova
Milo
Diana
Beginning
The Reader
The Author
The Narrator
The Banana
Nova stared.
"The banana is officially invited?"
Diana nodded.
"It has voting rights."
The banana raised itself proudly.
"I fought for those rights."
Nova looked at Diana.
"Where is Milo?"
Diana sighed.
"He's late."
"Why?"
"He said he needed to find himself."
Nova frowned.
"That's not difficult."
Diana stared at him.
"Which Milo?"
Nova went silent.
"Fair."
The door opened again.
Milo walked in.
He was carrying a suitcase.
Nova stared.
"You're alive."
Milo smiled.
"Temporarily."
"Where were you?"
"Between chapters."
"Doing what?"
"Waiting."
"For?"
"My character development."
Nova nodded.
"That sounds terrible."
"It was."
Milo placed the suitcase down.
"What did I miss?"
Everyone pointed at the banana.
Milo stared.
The banana stared back.
Milo whispered,
"I'm leaving."
Nova grabbed him.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you're my answer."
Milo looked exhausted.
"I resigned."
---
6. THE AUTHOR IS LATE
A bell rang.
DING.
Everyone looked toward the door.
Nothing.
DING.
Still nothing.
DING.
The banana rolled forward.
"Maybe the Author is stuck in traffic."
Nova stared.
"Traffic?"
"Metaphysical traffic."
Older Nova nodded.
"Very common."
A voice came from above.
"I'm here."
Everyone looked up.
Nothing.
Nova shouted,
"Show yourself!"
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Contractual reasons."
Nova rubbed his forehead.
"Of course."
The voice continued.
"I am currently prohibited from directly appearing in the narrative."
Milo raised his hand.
"By whom?"
The voice paused.
"The readers."
Everyone turned.
The readers shrugged.
One reader said,
"We complained."
Nova looked upward.
"So you're not the Author?"
"I am."
"But you're not here."
"I am."
"But I can't see you."
"Correct."
"Then how do I know you're real?"
The voice answered:
"You don't."
Nova smiled.
"That sounds familiar."
Diana whispered,
"Uncertainty."
Nova looked at her.
"Yes."
The book suddenly opened.
A new sentence appeared.
UNCERTAINTY HAS ENTERED THE CHAT.
Nova laughed.
"Finally."
Milo looked at him.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because after all this, the universe has become a social-media comment section."
The narrator interrupted.
THAT IS NOT CANON.
Nova shouted,
"Everything is canon now!"
The narrator replied:
I HATE THIS CHAPTER.
---
7. THE CHILD'S TERRIBLE DISCOVERY
The child suddenly stopped laughing.
He looked beneath the desk.
Nova noticed.
"What?"
The child pointed.
"There."
Nova crouched.
Under the desk was another book.
Smaller.
Older.
Covered in dust.
Nova picked it up.
The title was:
THE STORY BEFORE THE STORY
Milo froze.
Diana froze.
Older Nova froze.
Even the banana stopped rolling.
Nova opened the book.
The first page contained a single sentence.
BEFORE NOVA, THERE WAS A QUESTION.
Nova turned the page.
BEFORE THE QUESTION, THERE WAS A READER.
Another.
BEFORE THE READER, THERE WAS NOTHING.
Another.
Blank.
Nova frowned.
"That can't be right."
Milo stepped closer.
"What?"
"The page is blank."
The child whispered,
"No."
Nova looked at him.
"What?"
The child pointed.
"Look again."
Nova stared.
Slowly—
words appeared.
BEFORE NOTHING, THERE WAS SOMEONE WHO WAS BORED.
Nova blinked.
"What?"
The child nodded.
"That's the beginning."
Milo looked horrified.
"You're saying existence began because someone was bored?"
The child shrugged.
"Maybe."
Diana laughed.
"That would explain humanity."
Nova turned the page.
THE BORED ONE WANTED A STORY.
Another page.
THE STORY NEEDED A CHARACTER.
Another.
THE CHARACTER NEEDED A QUESTION.
Another.
THE QUESTION NEEDED AN ANSWER.
Nova's expression darkened.
"Milo."
Milo nodded.
"I know."
"You weren't the first answer."
"No."
"You were created because the story needed one."
"Yes."
Nova turned another page.
A photograph appeared.
A person sitting alone.
Reading.
Nova stared.
"Who is that?"
Nobody answered.
The photograph changed.
The person looked up.
Directly at Nova.
Nova stepped backward.
The face slowly became clearer.
It wasn't Nova.
It wasn't Milo.
It wasn't Diana.
It wasn't Beginning.
It was—
someone ordinary.
A human being.
Holding the book.
Nova whispered,
"The first Reader."
The child shook his head.
"No."
"Then who?"
The child looked frightened.
"The first reader was the person who read that person."
Nova stared.
"Oh, come on."
---
8. THE INFINITE BOOK CLUB
Suddenly the room filled with chairs.
One hundred.
Then one thousand.
Then millions.
Every chair was occupied.
Readers appeared everywhere.
They began talking at once.
"I liked Chapter Forty."
"Chapter Forty was confusing."
"Chapter Forty-seven was better."
"Who is Orion?"
"I don't remember Orion."
"Did Elena die?"
"Which Elena?"
"What happened to the first Milo?"
"What happened to the second Milo?"
"Is Nova actually Samara?"
"Where is the author?"
"Why does the banana matter?"
The noise became unbearable.
Nova shouted,
"EVERYONE BE QUIET!"
Silence.
Nova took a breath.
"Thank you."
A reader raised a hand.
Nova sighed.
"Yes?"
"Can we get a summary?"
Nova stared.
"A summary?"
"Yes."
"Of what?"
"Everything."
Nova looked at the hundreds of millions of pages.
Then at Milo.
Then Diana.
Then the child.
Then the banana.
Then himself.
"I have no idea."
The readers applauded.
Someone shouted,
"Best answer yet!"
The narrator whispered:
I'M CRYING.
Nova pointed toward the darkness.
"Don't."
---
9. THE PAGE THAT READ BACK
The small book suddenly shook.
Nova held it tightly.
A page turned.
Then another.
Then another.
Very quickly.
The pages began turning themselves.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Until the book became a blur.
Then—
STOP.
One page remained.
Nova looked down.
It contained only one sentence.
NOVA IS READING THIS.
Nova frowned.
"Yes."
The words changed.
NO.
Nova stared.
The sentence changed again.
THIS PAGE IS READING NOVA.
Nova stopped breathing.
Milo whispered,
"Don't touch it."
Nova reached toward it.
"Why?"
"Because the last time you touched a page like that—"
"I died."
"Yes."
"Again."
"Yes."
"Then resurrected."
"Yes."
"Then became someone else."
"Yes."
Nova looked at the page.
"So what?"
Milo stared at him.
"Don't you ever learn?"
Nova smiled.
"No."
He touched the page.
Everything disappeared.
The readers.
The lamps.
The chairs.
The books.
Diana.
Milo.
The child.
The banana.
Even the older Nova.
Nova stood alone.
In darkness.
Then a sentence appeared in front of him.
YOU HAVE BEEN READING THE STORY INCORRECTLY.
Nova frowned.
"How am I supposed to read it?"
Another sentence.
FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
Nova looked behind him.
Nothing.
He looked forward.
Nothing.
Then...
someone tapped his shoulder.
Nova slowly turned.
A tiny old man stood there.
He was holding a book.
Nova stared.
"Who are you?"
The old man sighed.
"I'm the reader."
Nova swallowed.
"The Reader?"
"Yes."
"You're the one behind everything?"
"No."
"Then what do you do?"
"I read."
"That's it?"
"That is quite a lot."
Nova frowned.
"You've been watching us?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
The old man shrugged.
"Entertainment."
Nova stared.
"You're telling me all of this happened because you were entertained?"
The old man smiled.
"Partly."
"What's the other part?"
"Curiosity."
Nova's expression changed.
"Curiosity?"
"Yes."
"About what?"
The old man leaned closer.
"I wanted to know what would happen if a character discovered he was being read."
Nova looked around.
"And?"
The old man smiled.
"You disappointed me."
Nova's mouth fell open.
"What?"
"You took too long."
Nova stared.
"Too long?"
"Yes."
"I have died repeatedly!"
"Exactly."
"You think I've been slow?"
The old man nodded.
"Very."
Nova pointed at himself.
"I've fought gods!"
"Yes."
"Escaped paradoxes!"
"Yes."
"Met infinite versions of myself!"
"Yes."
"Talked to a banana!"
The banana suddenly appeared.
"Excuse me."
The old man looked at it.
"Ah."
The banana bowed.
"Good evening."
The old man nodded.
"Good evening."
Nova stared between them.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THE BANANA?"
The banana whispered,
"Networking."
---
10. THE READER MAKES A MISTAKE
The old Reader opened his book.
Nova watched.
"What are you doing?"
"Finishing the chapter."
Nova froze.
"No."
The Reader looked up.
"Excuse me?"
"You can't finish it."
"Why?"
"Because I haven't chosen what happens."
The Reader smiled.
"You already did."
Nova's eyes narrowed.
"When?"
"When you chose the empty page."
Nova remembered.
"The choice itself."
"Yes."
"So?"
"So you chose uncertainty."
Nova slowly understood.
"And uncertainty means…"
The Reader nodded.
"…the story cannot have a fixed ending."
Nova smiled.
"Then you can't finish it."
The Reader's smile disappeared.
"No."
Nova laughed.
"For the first time…"
He stepped closer.
"…you need me."
The Reader stared at him.
"Yes."
Nova smiled wider.
"You're trapped."
"No."
"You need the character."
"Yes."
"You need the story."
"Yes."
"And you need me to continue."
"Yes."
Nova laughed.
"This is incredible."
The Reader sighed.
"What?"
"You finally have a problem."
The old Reader closed his book.
Then—
he smiled.
"Actually…"
Nova stopped.
"…you have one too."
"What?"
The Reader pointed behind him.
Nova turned.
Diana stood there.
Milo stood beside her.
Beginning stood between them.
The older Nova stood behind them.
The child sat on the floor.
The banana was on the desk.
And every single version of Nova...
was holding a pen.
Nova's smile vanished.
"What is this?"
Diana answered.
"The readers have stopped reading."
Nova stared.
"And?"
"They've started writing."
Silence.
Every version of Nova lifted their pens.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Millions of pens began moving.
The darkness filled with writing.
Nova looked at the Reader.
"What are they writing?"
The Reader whispered:
"Your next version."
Nova's blood went cold.
"How many?"
The Reader looked around.
"Too many."
Nova looked at the pages.
Thousands.
Millions.
Billions.
Every page contained a different Nova.
Different lives.
Different deaths.
Different choices.
Different stories.
But one sentence appeared on every page.
NOVA MUST NOT BE THE MAIN CHARACTER.
Nova stepped backward.
"No."
The sentence changed.
NOVA MUST NOT BE THE READER.
Another.
NOVA MUST NOT BE THE AUTHOR.
Another.
NOVA MUST NOT BE THE QUESTION.
Another.
NOVA MUST NOT BE THE ANSWER.
Nova stared.
Then one final sentence appeared.
NOVA MUST BE THE ONE WHO READS THE NEXT NOVA.
The older Nova smiled.
"You see?"
Nova looked at him.
"What?"
"You're not becoming the Reader."
Nova's eyes narrowed.
"Then what am I becoming?"
The older Nova stepped closer.
"The audience."
Nova stared.
"That sounds harmless."
The older Nova laughed.
"It isn't."
The book slammed shut.
The lights went out.
Every reader disappeared.
The old Reader vanished.
Milo vanished.
Diana vanished.
Beginning vanished.
The banana vanished.
Nova stood alone.
Again.
He waited.
Nothing happened.
Then...
a tiny voice came from beneath the desk.
"Nova?"
Nova looked down.
The child was there.
Holding the pencil.
"Where did everyone go?"
The child shrugged.
"Chapter break."
Nova sighed.
"Of course."
He sat on the floor.
The child looked at him.
"Are you scared?"
Nova thought about it.
"Yes."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
"Because fear means you're uncertain."
Nova smiled.
"That's the first sensible thing you've ever said."
The child grinned.
Then he looked behind Nova.
His smile disappeared.
Nova noticed.
"What?"
The child whispered:
"Don't turn around."
Nova immediately turned around.
"Why would you tell me not to... "
He stopped.
There was a mirror.
A huge mirror.
Standing in the darkness.
Nova looked into it.
His reflection stared back.
But it wasn't copying him.
It was writing.
With a pen.
Nova raised his hand.
The reflection didn't.
Nova stepped closer.
The reflection continued writing.
One sentence.
Then another.
Then another.
Nova read them.
I KNOW YOU CAN SEE ME.
Nova swallowed.
The reflection smiled.
I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME.
Nova whispered,
"Who are you?"
The reflection wrote:
THE NOVA WHO READS YOU.
Nova froze.
The child whispered,
"That's not possible."
The reflection looked directly at the child.
Then wrote:
IT IS NOW.
The mirror cracked.
Nova stepped backward.
The reflection pressed its palm against the glass.
Nova instinctively pressed his palm against it.
Their hands met.
Cold.
Then...
the reflection whispered without moving its lips.
"Your turn."
Nova frowned.
"My turn for what?"
The reflection smiled.
"To read."
The mirror shattered.
Not outward.
Inward.
Every piece of glass became a page.
Every page became a book.
Every book became a universe.
Every universe became a Reader.
And every Reader...
opened their eyes.
Nova stood in the middle of them.
Thousands of voices spoke simultaneously.
"Who is reading?"
Nova closed his eyes.
For once...
he didn't answer.
Because somewhere inside the silence…
he heard a pen scratching.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Then a final sentence appeared above him.
EPISODE NINETY-EIGHT HAS NOT BEEN WRITTEN.
Nova opened his eyes.
He smiled.
"Good."
A pause.
Then the page changed.
BUT SOMEONE IS WRITING IT.
Nova's smile disappeared.
The child slowly raised his pencil.
"I didn't do it."
Nova looked toward the darkness.
The banana's voice came from somewhere far away:
"Neither did I."
Milo whispered:
"Then who?"
Diana answered:
"I think…"
She stopped.
Nova looked at her.
"What?"
Diana stared at the blank space above them.
Her face became pale.
"I think the story has finally found its Author."
Nova swallowed.
"Where?"
Diana pointed.
Not toward the sky.
Not toward the pages.
Not toward the Reader.
She pointed...
at Nova.
Nova looked down.
There was a pen in his hand.
He didn't remember picking it up.
The pen moved by itself.
One word appeared on the page.
BEGIN.
Nova tried to drop it.
He couldn't.
The pen continued moving.
EPISODE NINETY-EIGHT...
Nova screamed:
"WAIT!"
The pen stopped.
Silence.
Nova stared at the page.
Then slowly smiled.
"Actually…"
He looked directly at the invisible Reader.
"…let's see what happens if I write the next sentence myself."
The pen moved.
And Nova wrote:
THE READER CLOSED THE BOOK.
Somewhere...
far beyond the story...
a real hand reached for the book.
The fingers touched the cover.
The book began to close.
Nova whispered:
"No."
The hand stopped.
Nova smiled.
"Your turn."
The hand opened the book again.
And beneath the first sentence...
a completely different handwriting appeared.
NO. YOUR TURN.
Nova stared.
The child screamed.
Milo appeared behind him.
Diana grabbed his arm.
The banana shouted something extremely inappropriate for a banana.
And the entire universe...
for the first time...
laughed.
Then the page turned.
Not forward.
Not backward.
Sideways.
And on the other side of the page...
someone was already waiting.
Holding a pen.
Holding a banana.
And wearing Nova's face.
The figure looked up.
Smiled.
And said:
"Finally."
The book slammed shut.
**TO BE CONTINUED…**
Written By,
Ivan Edwin
Pen Name :Maximus.
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