7. "What A Character Holding A Blue Object Is Thinking Right Now."

Why am I holding this?

What is this thing?

What shape is it?

What does it feel like?

Is it good for something?

Am I bringing it somewhere?

I literally don't know anything about this object except for the fact that it's blue. Like, I know I'm holding it, because it says I am in the title, but I can't tell any other details about the object.

That part of the story hasn't been written yet.

See, I'm an imaginary character that is doomed to whatever fate my creator leads me to. At just about any moment he could decide to kill me, or set me on fire, or make me into a giant cheeseburger or something ridiculous. But for some reason he's decided to spend his time, and mine, imagining me holding a blue object. Doesn't even bother to talk about what the object is.

Asshole.

But hey, I guess I shouldn't be so mean to him. After all he did have the decency to create me.

But then again, who am I? He hasn't really explained that part of the story either...

Am I a boy? A girl? Am I human? I guess I have to be something with opposable thumbs if I'm holding the blue object... But then that just opens up a whole bunch of primate possibilities. So now I could be a boy, a girl, or a lemur.

Maybe it's better that I don't know. I guess if he doesn't tell me then I can just imagine myself as the strongest man in the world or something, or like the most beautiful girl ever born. Yeah! If he doesn't define me then I can just be anybody I want!

Fuck this blue object! I'm about to imagine myself holding a hundred billion dollars! I'm gonna be the richest person alive!!!! Haha!!!! I'm gonna have a race car, and a mansion, and my own jet, and six olympic sized swimming pools, and a pet tiger, AND a pet lion, and after that I'm gonna--

Hey why isn't this working. Why am I still holding this blue thing.

I don't have my own imagination?

My imagination is his imagination??

WHAT?!?

Does that mean we're the same person?! Like whatever he thinks, I think?? Wait no, it's just whatever he thinks I think is what I think... Holy shit I'm not even the one thinking this and my head still hurts.

So I have no autonomy then. I don't get to make any of my own decisions. I can't do anything I want to do or say anything I want to say without the okay from him first? I can't even think without him knowing what I'm going to think first?

That's awful. This sucks. Sorry big guy, but if you're gonna control my entire life then you could at least do something cool with me.



Oh. Hey. Hawaii. That's not bad.

Piña coladas? Arite, nice touch.

Rolling waves, a sandy beach, with the sun setting off in the distance...

AND A HUNDRED BILLION DOLLARS?!?!?!

HOLY SHIT YOU'RE THE BEST, CREATOR, I LOVE YOU END THE STORY HERE I'M GOOD THANKS A LOT PEACE OUT NO TAKE BACKS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!









Wait, but if you end the story here then I don't exist anymore.























Fuck.