... Now, I wish you'd tell me who you really are."
The person masquerading as Karyn seemed to squirm in their skin, but as it was wished, it must be fulfilled. "I-- I'm-- I'm Hikaru!" the Karyn impersonator cried.
"You filthy rat!" Jon spat, "How the hell did you get into this story? Weren't you happy enough ruining our lives from the outside?"
"But nobody was writing properly! There were plot holes everywhere!" Hikaru babbled, "There just aren't enough hours in the day to monitor every branch, so I had to put myself into the story to properly--"
"Oh, shut up," Jon interrupted, "What did you do with Karyn?"
"Oh, I kicked her out," Hikaru said.
"Kicked her out, how do you mean?"
"Well," Hikaru sighed, "Look up."
The two looked towards the ceiling, but instead of stucco plaster, saw a glass shield, and on the other side of this shield were a giant pair of hands and a face. The face's hair was tied back in a ponytail, eyes staring deadpan as the giant hands appeared to make typing motions. The pinky on the left moved extremely close to the pair, and even farther left, then bobbed up and down several times.
"What just happened?" Jon asked.
"Nothing happened," replied Hikaru, "Something was going to happen, but it apparently got deleted.
"Deleted?" Jon asked, but before he could demand an answer, he heard a loud 'taka-taka-taka' and jerked his head back upwards. Karyn was typing up a storm, but what was she writing?
