[ WP ] The main character , tired of the multitude of meta-prompts on this sub , attempts to convince his/her writer to NOT answer this prompt .

The last man on earth looked up as he heard a knock on the door. 
 
 `` Really? You're fucking doing thi- Alright. Alright, we're going to do this.'' 
 
 He flounced over to the door, arms swinging in scathingly sarcastic arcs. With the utmost dramaticism he swung open the door to reveal a clone of himself. 
 
 `` Oh ho ho! Oh man, that's really original and cool! It's himself and it represents himself! Are n't *you* just the next Isaac Asimov?'' 
 
 The clone piped up, `` Yeah, sorry, this is actually pretty lame.'' 
 
 I threw my hands up away from the keyboard and placed them on my temples. 
 
 `` Well, shit guys, what else can I write?'' 
 
 `` Browse around a bit, man. Let's see...'Dogs have taken over the world, how does their democracy function?' is a little too ambitious. Let's *stray* away from the world-building. Heh, get it? Stray? Because dogs?'' 
 
 `` I get it and I hate you.'' 
 
 `` You wrote it. Alright, flash fiction:'In exactly one hundred words, tell me why my ex-wife was a bitch.' There's a little bit of baggage there, let's not.'' 
 
 I filter the results by newest so that there are less writers competing for upvotes and there is a better chance that I'll be top comment. I talk to my character because it seems I'm okay with losing a grip on reality at this point. 
 
 `` Ooh, how about this one?'The main character, tired of the multitude of meta-prompts on this sub, attempts to convince his/her writer to NOT answer this prompt.' We're kinda already doing that, right?'' 
 
 The last man on earth takes a seat on the toolbar of my computer and lights up a cigarette. 
 
 `` You do n't wan na do that, bud. We're already down the meta hole as it is. If we acknowledge that we're being meta about meta posts, oh man are we going to get in trouble.'' 
 
 The door to my room opened and in walked a clone of the last man on Earth. 
 
 `` I'm telling you, man, it's the last thing you wan na do.'' 
 
 I start to sweat, unable to talk as the subreddit invades my house. Another clone, this time of myself phases through the wall. 
 
 `` [ PM ] LITTLE DUSTY AND NEED TO GET CREATIVE. HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!'' 
 
 `` Fuckin' Jesus!'' I jump to the corner of my room and barricade myself against my rapidly weirding universe with my blanket. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see a man holding a picture of a velociraptor on a bicycle. 
 
 `` Hey man. Image prompt.'' he whispers. 
 
 I leap over to my computer, pushing over clones of myself and of the last man on Earth, all of them chanting in unison `` Never go meta. Never go meta. Never go meta.'' 
 
 I sprawl onto my keyboard and make a post, frantically typing to try and end this all. To try and convince others not to take the same path. I make a post, and title it'The main character, tired of the multitude of meta-prompts on this sub, attempts to convince his/her writer to NOT answer this prompt.' 
 
 Wait, fuck.
