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Claude Dimitri and Edelgard walked over to the door and stared at it.
"Is this the door," Edelgard asked. "Yes, Claude said, "it's the door "
Dimitri walked up to the door and tried to open it but nothing happened. "It won't open" he said.
"Maybe you can punch it until it opens" Edelgard said. Claude said, "yes."
Dimitri punched the door. Then Toriel walked into the room.
"WHAT ARE UOU DOING," SHe asked. She stoop between Dimitri and the door. "STOP."
(Edelgard frowned as she watched the others speak. Something... Something was off. But what?)
"Hi Toriel" Claude said. "I'm going to kill you, okay?"
"No, Toriel said, before she shot a fireball at him. Claude took 5 damage.
Dimitri looked at his options. He could fight or act or item or mercy. He pressed the fight button and Toriel took 100 damage. "Ow." She said.
"Claude attacked too. He dealt 70 damage. "Ow." Toriel said again. "That hurts. Please don't kill me."
"NO,' Claude screamed. He stabbed her. She took 75 damage.
*Hey you should kill her to get stronger because I'm definitely a yandere genocidal maniac who likes murdering people.
(Edelgard grit her teeth. No, this was definitely wrong. What the hell was going on?)
Dimitri pressed fight again and dealt 9999 damage.
"You really hate me that much?" Toriel said as she died because she thought they were on the genocide route. "Now I know who I was protecting by keeping you here." "Not you... But them!" "Ha... Ha..."
Then she died. An upside down heart appeared and broke.
"I feel bad, " Dimitri said, but CLAude didn't as he started to do the fortnite default dance over her corpse-
"Can we cut?" Edelgard asked, interrupting Claude's dance as she stepped off the stage, glaring at the author.
The author groaned, and shouted "CUT!!" Into his megaphone. He hopped out of the Director's Chair, and crossed his arms as Edelgard strode over to him.
"What the hell is this script?" She said, holding up the thick folder and waving it in the author's face. "This is one of the most important chapters in this story, this is the best you could come up with!?"
Dimitri, concerned, placed a hand on Edelgard's shoulder. When had he left the stage? "Edelgard-"
"No, I agree." Everyone looked over at Claude, who had pulled out his own copy of the script and was flipping through it with a frown. "You gave Edelgard, like, one line, and had me screaming at Toriel like Dimitri would."
"Wh- hey!"
"You know I'm right, buddy. Also, you misspelled 'fortnight.' How do you even do that? And that's not even getting to the typos-"
The author told Claude to shut up. He was the author, so what he said goes.
*Erm... Can I come down from the ceiling, now? A voice came from up above. Edelgard looked up, and saw The Demon hanging from their harness, waving down to get their attention. Without the Special Effects, they were significantly less intimidating.
The author shook his head, then stared at Edelgard, who let out a huff. "You and I both know we're absolutely necessary to this production," she said, a smug look crossing her face... But it's quickly wiped away by the author replying by telling her that he could just get an actor to play her. Scarlet Johansson's been having a pretty good run lately...
"You wouldn't dare," she hissed-
Suddenly, the door to the studio slams open, and I walk in carrying three boxes of Pizza.
"Hey, guys! I got the Pizza y'all asked for, I hope this is... Enough?"
I pause, as I see the author person pretending to be the author, i.e. me, glancing between me and the others.
He turns and runs out the door, screaming in panic.
I watch him go. "...Who the heck was that?" I ask, and all I get in response is Claude shrugging his shoulders.